Page 90 of Surrender
Okay, three words.
After I accept my award, say my speech, and offer up departing hugs to my family, Sloan and I are back in the limo and ripping at each other’s clothes before we’re even out of the city lights of Manchester.
“Tonight was incredible,” Sloan moans as she straddles me in the back of the limo. Her dress is rucked up like a sack between us, her fingers trembling on the buttons of my shirt as my hands slide up her bare thighs under her skirt.
I can hardly contain myself. It’s been two weeks since I’ve felt the warmth of her, but there’s so much we have to discuss. So much to figure out. She gave me herself tonight, but she has to know I need more.
“Do you have to go home to your daughter?” I ask. The words are unfamiliar on my tongue, but they’ve been on my mind since the second I saw her tonight.
She shakes her head. “No, Sophia is with Callum.”
Sophia,I think to myself. It’s a beautiful name, completely fitting the little girl whom I met on the football pitch last week.
I squeeze Sloan’s thighs to direct her attention back to me. “I liked your daughter.”
She pauses her action on my shirt and looks up to stare into my eyes. Her voice is shaky when she asks, “You did?”
“She had a spark to her. I noticed her straight away on the pitch,” I add, the corner of my mouth lifting as I recall how seriously she took all the instructions. “So many of those kids that day were pissing about, not paying attention. But Sophia…She had determination all over her adorable little face. She reminded me of someone I kind of like.”
Sloan inhales a deep breath, her eyes glossing over before me. “She did?”
I nod and move my hands off her legs to cup her face, my thumb grazing her lush lips that I’ve been longing for. I pull her to my mouth for a tender kiss. It’s not sexy. It’s not assertive.
It’s a sign of respect.
Sloan’s eyes open when she pulls back. She looks at me with such warmth that every nerve in my body roars to life. “You are being so incredibly sweet right now, but I have to admit that my mind is getting dirty really freaking fast.”
I laugh heartily as she resumes her earlier work on my shirt, the heat of her warming my groin and turning every part of my body to stone. My hands slip up her skirt again, and I nearly cry out in pain as I reach her arse and realise she’s not wearing any knickers. “Sloan, where are your knickers?”
She smiles and pulls her lip into her mouth. “I Gareth Harris’d tonight.”
“You what?” I ask as she grinds down onto my now rock-hard cock. Her head lolls back like I’ve just entered her, but we haven’t even gotten my trousers off yet.
“Do you have underwear on?” she asks, splaying her hands on the roof and riding me.
“No,” I reply, my hands roaming up her sides and cupping her breasts beneath the thin black fabric. She’s not wearing a bra either. I can feel her hardened nipples perfectly, and it’s making me lose my fucking mind.
She drops her head and squeezes my hands on her breasts, massaging herself with my embrace. Her chestnut hair falls down around her face in a sexy halo. “No underwear…I Gareth Harris’d.”
“Fuck me,” I growl and flip us in one quick shot so she’s flat on her back on the bench of the limo. Her legs wrap around me and my hand reaches between them, shoving past the layers of fabric to cup her smooth mound. “You’re fucking soaked, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” she cries when I glide my palm over her slickened clit. “I can’t help it. You were fucking amazing tonight. I wanted you so badly.”
“I don’t even know what I said,” I husk, ravishing her neck and sucking so hard, I hope I leave a mark. “All I could think about was getting you back to my house and fucking you until we both die.”
I plunge a finger into her hot, wet centre. She cries out, her hand fisting my hair so tightly, I roar in pain.
“I mean it. I’m so fucking proud of you,” she moans loudly, riding my finger and greedily pumping her hips against my hand. “There’s so much I still don’t know about you, Gareth. You’re…Oh my God! You’re so much more.”
I pause my assault and pull back from her neck to look in her eyes. “Sloan, I’m going to fuck you tonight.”
“Yes,” she cries, annoyed that I’ve stopped working her into a frenzy.
“And I’m going to kiss you tonight.”
She nods, her eyes hungry for me to continue, but I want to be sure she fully understands what I mean.
“What I’m saying is that there’s no more of what we were. You’re not in control right now, Treacle. Tonight I’m fucking you. I’m claiming you. I’m going to come in you so hard that no man will ever have what I take from you tonight. Do you understand?”
