Knot So Lucky (Destination Love, #1)(69)
Fuck. Yes.
I can feel that twinge, the need. My clit throbs, screaming for more. I wrap my wet arms around him tighter, sliding up and down his body, whimpering as his hands grip my ass, forcing me even closer, grinding my body against him as he fucks my pussy.
Water’s slapping between us as our mouths huff hot air.
I grip his neck harder, panting, biting my lip and almost drawing blood as I try to spread my knees wider, wanting my whole pussy dragging over his body.
Stuttered cries fall from my lips as I scream his name in my mind. Building and building, stomach tightening until I press into him, still falling over the edge and feeling my pussy contract around his cock.
“Wild Card,” he groans, thrusting hard one last time as we both fall into bliss, coming together.
My body quakes as I hold on to him, goose bumps blooming everywhere.
His lips press to my shoulder as I release my arms. They almost hurt from the tension, but with each deep exhale, they slink away from him until they’re by my sides and my head is laid on his chest.
“Damn,” he breathes out heavily.
I nod lazily in agreement.
“Want to order burgers?” he adds.
And I laugh.
Goddamn him. I really want to move to Italy.
thirty
“He’s everything I never wanted.”
eleanor
“Holy shit, this place is so much bigger than I expected it to be.”
Millie laughs on the other end of the phone.
“What do you mean? It’s a football stadium.”
I laugh too because that’s not what I meant, and now I just look like I’m stupid.
“No. I’m at the practice center. Not the stadium.” I’m searching over the players warming up in the indoor field. “I don’t see him, and it looks like the whole team is here.”
“See, you should have gone with the person he sent to pick you up,” she says all sassy, like she was there to tell me better.
I step up onto a silver bench, trying for a better vantage point.
“Shush up, Mills. I wanted to get him a present, and I couldn’t do that with some rando assistant that might tell him.”
I lift my chin, still searching, but to no avail.
“Umm,” Millie draws out. “Are we worried about getting surprise gifts for your fake husband who you don’t want as your real boyfriend?”
I hop down, fully focused on her.
“We are. But only ‘ish.’ Listen, we’ve got four more days together. I’m not throwing it all away for him. You know what I mean? We can relax. It’s a goodbye gift.”
The only part of that sentence that’s true is the fact that we’ve got four more days together. Because I’m starting to worry that Crew could make me do dumb shit I’d regret later.
Millie starts in with some therapy-grade overanalyzing when some dude I’ve never seen in my life waves at me, calling me by name. So I interrupt her.
“Mills, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
Mr. Enthusiasm jogs up, smiling as he greets me.
“Hi, Eleanor, right? I’m Matt.” I nod as he continues. “Crew’s been waiting for you to get here. But since you didn’t come with the driver, I wasn’t sure which way you came in. I’m happy I found you.”
I smile. “Me too.” I glance around again, but Matt shakes his head, motioning toward a golf cart.
“They’re not here. This is reserved for the players’ practice sessions. Crew, TJ, and Nate are on one of the outdoor fields. How about a ride?”
I follow my new friend to my chariot and try not to feel what I’m feeling…which is giddy. It’s impossible not to feel that way, being here where Crew practically lives. It just feels special somehow. We only drive for a few minutes before we’re heading down a tunnel.
I’m already laughing because outside of the tunnel sounds like recess in a schoolyard.
“Are there kids out there…” I say, surprised.
I thought he wanted me to come to an exhibition match or something like that.
Matt glances over at me, nodding.
“Yeah, this is what field day is. Crew started it a few years back. He invites kids from low-income neighborhoods through places like the Y—”
My heart stops in my chest. He’s shared a lot about how he grew up, and places like that saved him more times than he should have needed.
“These are kids that wouldn’t necessarily get the opportunity to do the camps we offer. Anyway, it’s really grown over the years and become very popular, so we were really pleased that he pushed for the organization to let him do it one last time before he left.”
He pushed. The other night, he played it off like it was just something he had to do. Oh, man. Hot, charming, big dick, and kinky, and now I have to add humble.
Dear Universe, what happened to being a girl’s girl? Why are you doing this to me?
The cart slows at the entrance, which is nice because I can already feel the damn heat, and it’s 7:00 a.m.
Matt turns toward me. “Between you and me, it’s a real shame this organization didn’t treat him better. He’s a pretty stellar guy.”
Yep. Try being married to him, Matt. You’d be an even bigger fan.