Page 50 of The Silent Count
She can get me to do whatever the hell she wants if she asks like this every time. It helps that I’m not keen on arguing with her about holding off from telling anyone else. It’ll be easier for both of us if we wait until the rush of the season dies down.
Knowing Lea, she’ll probably be smart enough to release an article about us the week before The League Bowl. Bury it between the gossip columns and game predictions, so it’s less explosive.
“I think that might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
I barely have time to process her sentence before her pink lips wrap around my tip. When she lets out a small moan while lapping a drop of pre-cum, my head falls back against the couch with a groan.
I stay like that for a minute, feeling the movement of her circling her tongue around my head. The way she gently cups my balls.Fuck. It’s like she knows exactly what to do to drive me wild. I lean into the moment, listening to her faint moans as she begins working my length—sucking up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.
When I peer down at her, those whiskey-colored eyes are waiting for me—eager and filled with heat.
It’s almost like the last tendrils of doubt have broken around us. There’s no more hiding from the people who matter—no more secrets. It’s just us, and we’re free to go about the rest of our relationship on our terms. We no longer have to shrink ourselves to meet other people’s expectations, and it’s freeing.
“There we go.” I grab a handful of her long red hair and wrap it around my wrist. “Just like that, baby.”
She flicks her gaze up to meet mine and the tantalizing smile she gives me makes my cock jump. I cup her face with my hands and lean over to sear our lips together and get a taste of both of us on her tongue. It’s so unnecessarily hot, and I can’t seem to get enough of it.
“Keep going just like you were,” I coax as I pull away.
She doesn’t miss a beat. Falling right back into stride where she left off. With each bob of her head, she tries taking more of me into her mouth, but she doesn’t give up on her quest until her eyes are watering around the edges and there’s nothing left.
The sight alone has me struggling to hold on any longer. The next thing I know, my cock pulses as I come down her throat. Heat erupts through my veins and I see stars when I feel her swallow with her mouth still around me.
Lea pops off me, gasping and panting for more air. I pull her up into my lap, and she straddles me before nuzzling her head into my neck. Her breath is hot and shallow against my skin, and I wrap both arms around her waist and pull her in close to me. Yet, somehow, it still doesn’t feel like she’s close enough.
“I think we should try that in my office again next time,” she says breathlessly.
I don’t even try to fight the smile pulling on my lips as I twist my neck so I can claim hers once again.
* * *
“Boy,do I have some bad news for you,” my little sister, Georgia, says as I press my phone to my ear. I don’t even get out a, “Hello,” before she starts talking, which, if you know Georgia, is very typical.
I hold my phone between my ear and shoulder, so I can use my hands to shove the rest of my workout clothes into my duffle bag and get out of here before this storm rolls through.
Lea left early from work this afternoon to meet with some more sponsors across town at the stadium downtown—it’s that time of the season where securing sponsorships for next year is essential. She texted me an hour ago saying she wasn’t coming back to the office and that she would wait for me at her house whenever I was done for the day. There was also another text in there that I found sweet about a movie night to help me stay relaxed before the game.
I don’t want Georgia’s dramatics slowing down from getting out of here, though. The second I saw her name light up on my screen, I knew the conversation that I was getting myself into.
“He’s coming to the game this weekend, isn’t he?”
“Yup,” she says with a pop.
I drop my bag down onto the bench and my posture goes rigid. “Wait, did you talk to him?”
“God, no. I'd rather relive the time I fell on the ice and cracked my he—”
“Georgia…” I scold.
Vince is already a sore spot in my mind today. I don’t need the reminder of her gruesome career ending injury in my head either. Especially not with one of the biggest games of the season tomorrow. Call me superstitious if you want, but talking about athletes getting injured while I’m trying to get in the headspace for a big game isn’t my favorite thing in the world.
I’m not naive enough to think I’m invincible, but I much prefer to avoid the thought of getting hurt all together. Your thoughts create your reality, and whatnot. Not to mention, if I got injured during the one game Vince attends all season… he’d probably jump for fucking joy.
“Don’t take my dark humor away from me. It’s hard enough being gorgeous and talented all the time,” I can only imagine the playful eye roll she’s giving on the other end of the line. “I have to have at least one red flag or people will get skeptical.”
“Pick a new one.”
“A little backed up in the suggestion queue right now, so that one might take the full seven business days to process through our system.”
