I prop a hand behind my head, stealing my beer back with the other.
“Jesus, I haven’t had a serious relationship since I started in the league. At first, the worry was is every girl a gold digger? Then that morphed into what are they willing to do to tie it down? And I know there are plenty of nice people out there too. But mostly, I think I didn’t commit because love is a distraction.”
“I get that. The whole distraction thing. I feel the same way. I have things I want to accomplish, and if part of who I am is someone’s girlfriend, the expectation is set that I’m supposed to consider them above myself.”
I’m nodding. She totally gets it.
“Exactly. There’s shit I want to accomplish, and it doesn’t include learning to compromise to make someone else happy. This is all I’ve ever wanted to do since I was a little boy.” I glance over at her, suddenly talking about shit I never talk about. “I grew up in foster care, but football was my one constant. I was lucky enough to take it from place to place.” My forehead wrinkles. “Stop me if you googled this.”
She laughs, rolling her eyes and cutting in as she wipes her hands on a napkin.
“Why would I google you? Nobody does that.”
“Yeah, they do,” I bark playfully. “I did it to you. And after reviewing your Twitter, I could totally understand why you don’t have a boyfriend. You’re a troll of the finest degree. But who has the balls to take that on?”
She gasps, chucking her napkin at me. I laugh and turn to block it with my shoulder.
“Weak. My Twitter is legendary, you son of a bitch. And if you’d really googled me, you would know that I am the premier esthetician in the Bay Area.”
I’m smiling because I’m pretty sure she’s not saying that sardonically. She lets out a deep breath before rubbing her tummy and lying back on the chair.
“Gimme,” she whispers, wiggling her fingers for my beer.
“Why didn’t you get your own when I asked if you wanted one?”
She smirks. “Why are you acting like sharing isn’t your favorite thing?”
Damn. Set and match.
I don’t say anything. I just give her a fist bump before handing it over and sit in silence, staring up at the stars.
The silence only lasts five minutes, though, before she wiggles around sideways on her chair as if the thought in her head can’t stay bottled any longer.
“Okay, here’s something Google can’t answer. How long have you and the Tweedles been tag teaming women?”
My tongue darts out over my bottom lip before I turn my head and look at her.
“Long enough to be good at it. Why?”
Her voice is quieter, husky, like a phone sex operator, as she gives a very coy and telling shrug.
“Just wondering.”
I adjust in the seat so that I’m on my side too, facing her.
“Wondering what exactly…and use all the dirty words, Eleanor. I like when you do that.”
She says nothing for the longest handful of seconds as she stares back at me, her eyes locked on mine. I don’t know much about her, but I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking.
Her lips are slightly parted before her tongue coaxes that plump bottom lip between her teeth. When it drags out, she smirks.
“I’m wondering if they’re part of our divorce settlement. Like, I’m nice to you in public, but I still get to play with their privates.”
She’s got a way with a phrase.
“C’mere.”
I grip the metal frame of the lawn chair, scraping it over the concrete, making her gasp, then smile as I bring it closer to mine.
Without any words said, I slip my hand between her legs, dipping my fingers just inside her shorts.
“Let me see how wet you are.”
Eleanor rolls onto her back, bending one leg at the knee as her head stays sideways, keeping her eyes on mine.
Fuck, she’s not wearing any underwear.
My fingers dip inside her soaked pussy, getting swallowed into her warmth as she contracts around them.
“You wanna get fucked again, Wild Card?”
My lips find her neck as I press in and out, finger fucking her into bliss as I burn dirty promises into her neck.
“We’ll fill you up, baby. Make you beg. Take you to heaven… All you gotta do is scream my name.”
The smile on my face is remarkably wide as I hear her yell, “Motherfucker.”
seventeen
“I want to taste me inside you.”
eleanor
Crew… I don’t know if I said it aloud or in my head, but what I do know is my clit is throbbing, and my hand is between my legs.
I’m rubbing myself.
I dreamed about him the whole night. The way his lips felt on my skin. The way he teased the fuck out of me on the roof only to deny me. I dreamed about his cock in my mouth while TJ fucked me from behind and sitting on Nate’s face.
There’s nothing my dirty mind didn’t cover. And now my entire body is needy, hungry, and desperate to come. A soft moan escapes my lips as my fingers work of their own accord because I’m only half awake.
“Don’t stop.”
Crew’s deep voice tickles the back of my neck. I suck in a deep breath, eyes fluttering open as my hand stops, reality finally fleeting in.
“Eleanor.” This time, his voice is menacing, deeper, and fucking sexy as hell. “I said, don’t. Fucking. Stop.”
My heart beats faster because his voice has that gravel men get in the morning, but it’s also laced with his arousal.
The distinct sound of his spit hitting his palm makes goose bumps bloom over my arm as I feel him stroke his cock against my ass.
“Fuck yourself, baby.”
My fingers touch my swollen, sensitive flesh again, making my stomach immediately contract, wanting more.
“That’s it. Be my good little slut and do as you’re told.”
I push into the feeling and let my mouth fall open, unabashedly moaning again, feeling every nerve ending in my body standing at full attention.
He groans from behind me, stroking himself faster before he swipes my hair from my neck and bites. His tongue follows, licking over the sting before he does it again.
My breath is stolen, sucked in, and held.
What we’re doing, the way we’re fucking, feels crude and animalistic. We’re just sounds and instinct. Quiet panting with our eyes closed, urging each other closer to release as we tease erotic ideas.
“I want to be inside you when you come,” he whispers against my neck. “Tell me when you’re close.”
The weight of his body presses me forward, rolling me toward my belly as his knee hikes my leg up. I’m rubbing faster and faster, circling my clit, rocking my hips, almost dry humping my hand and the bed as Crew jerks off, letting the head of his cock tease my asshole.
“Say my name,” he whispers, rimming my ass just enough that I want more but not enough to hurt.
I suck in a breath, gripping the sheet, fingers curling around the fabric as my body builds.
“Say it.” He exhales harshly. “Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy, Wild Card. The way you move your body is gonna make me cover your ass in my cum.”
He spits in his hand again before the wet sound of him stroking sets me off. I grind my hips forward, rubbing and fucking my palm as breathy mewls cascade from my lips.