Page 136 of Stick It
A sad smile tilts my lips upward, the action not quite meeting my eyes, and my throat is thick as I run my fingers reassuringly down the ropey muscles of his arms. “They’re entitled to feel what they feel and think what they think.”
His nostrils flare. “They fucking betrayed you.”
I swallow hard, the hurt still so fresh and painful. “Maybe, but I guess I can’t fully blame them after everything they saw.”
“I can!” His eyes flash with malice.
Despite the warmth that blooms in my chest at his words, I redirect the conversation. “I never slept with my coach—old or current.”
He scoffs like the fact that I’m even having to say that is ludicrous. “Of course you didn’t. Why would you sleep with someone who is like an uncle to you?”
I still.How the hell does he know that? Does he knoweverythingabout my past—about who I am?
Catching my wide-eyed look of shock, he chuckles darkly, seductively. “Hurricane, don’t you know by now that I know everything there is to know about you?” He leans in, inhaling as his nose trails up the column of my neck. “When I say I’m obsessed with you, I don’t just mean your body. Although, believe me, I am absolutely in love with every inch of your skin. But it’s not just the sex I’m after. It’syou. All of you. Your mind, your talent, your family, your history, your future. I want it all.”
“God forbid you justaskme about any of it,” I drawl, needing a bit of levity as my heart slams against my chest like it’s trying to jump from my body and launch itself into his.
He smiles against the crook of my neck. “Where would the fun in that be?”
He chases the question with taunting, open-mouthed kisses that send my pulse skyrocketing. “Come home with me,” herasps. “You can stay in my bed. I’ve got plenty of ideas that will keep you distracted.”
As if to demonstrate, he swirls his tongue over my skin, and I moan. My core is already clenching, hips tilting upward in an open invitation. Who needs a bed? I’d shamelessly let him take me right here, on the side of the road, for all of Blackstone to witness.
For a moment, I lose myself in the fog that always descends when Griffin is touching me, looking at me.
“I can’t.” I have to force the words out, my body protesting every syllable that leaves my lips. I don’twantto leave. I could easily lose myself wrapped up in Griffin for the remainder of the weekend.
Tugging down the neckline of my gear, he continues his blazing trail along my shoulder. I didn’t even get a chance to shower after the game. I’m covered in dry sweat and probably stink, but Griffin doesn’t seem to care. If anything, the taste of salt on my skin only seems to encourage him.
“I-I need girl time.” It’s a struggle just to maintain a logical thought process when he’s playing my body like it’s his own personal toy. “T-to think.”
“You think too much,” he grunts, hands sliding beneath my clothing and…oh, God.“You need to feel.”
Feel him worshipping every inch of my body.
Feel him spreading me open and claiming what’s his.
Feel him pumping me full of his cum.
Another moan rips free, and I squeeze my legs together.
“Stay with me.”
His words are a plea, a demand, an order from someone who doesn’t expect to be denied.
In a single moment of clarity, I push on his shoulders, putting enough distance between us so I can think clearly. Mychest heaves with my labored breaths as I stare into his dark, hungry eyes.
I shake my head, partly in a no to his words and also to clear it of the lusty fog. His face morphs into a scowl, one that is part terrifying, part adorable. Or maybe I’m just entirely fucked in the head.
“I could just drive off with you.” Darkness laces his words as he reaches to push the button for the central locking.
I arch a brow. “You’re going to kidnap me?”
He shrugs, entirely unbothered. “If that’s what it takes.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare back at him, headstrong, even as I fight back a laugh at the notion of bargaining with a crazy man. “How about I text you during the night?”
He grumbles, not looking entirely appeased.
