Me
Too much?
H.E.
No. Not at all.
It was… perfect.
I can’t wait to see you.
Me
I can’t wait to see you too, sweetheart.
We landin DC three hours late. All the guys and my coaching staff are half asleep, but I’m buzzing with energy. Awake and knowing what’s waiting for me once I get away from this godforsaken airport. It’s a goddamn feat to not snap at anyone who talks to me, and when the boarding door is finally opened, I make my escape down the airstairs and practically sprint to the hangar where my car is waiting.
“See you in the morning, Coach!” Maverick calls out.
“Why is he running?” Grant asks.
“Maybe he has to shit,” Ethan answers, and I slam the door of my SUV shut.
I call Hannah through the Bluetooth, and it rings six times before she finally answers.
“Hello?” she says, voice tinted with exhaustion.
“I woke you up,” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no. I’m awake. Just resting my eyes.” There’s a beat where I think she’s yawning. Where she’s turning on her lamp and sitting up in her bed. “Are you on your way over?”
“Yeah, but we can raincheck. It’s late.”
“It’s not too late.” I can hear her smile through the phone, beautiful and bright. “I want to see you.”
“I’ll be there in twenty. Did you already eat dinner?”
“Six hours ago, like a normal human being. But stop on the way if you’re hungry.”
“I’m not grabbing shitty takeout when there’s something better waiting for me,” I tell her.
“You mean pineapple pizza?” The rustle of sheets. A quiet laugh. “I have an extra slice in the fridge.”
“Don’t make me sick, Everett.”
“I’ll leave the front door unlocked. You know where I’ll be.”
I break almost every traffic law on the way to her place. I have to tuck the head of my cock in the waistband of my jeans before I nod hello to the security guard on duty, not wanting totraumatize the nice man who buzzes me in and congratulates me on tonight’s win.
Hannah’s apartment is dark when I step inside and lock the door. I smell a candle down the hall, and I follow the scent to her bedroom, frantic as I toe off the sneakers I changed into on the plane.
The floor creaks under my feet and I nudge my way into her room, unable to fight off my groan at the sight of her on her bed, exactly how I asked.
She’s leaning forward, one elbow on the sheets while her other hand holds a toy against her underwear. Spread legs, ass up, the navy-blue material showing off the curve of her backside.
“Look at you following directions.” The rest of my clothes don’t last another minute, and I don’t give a shit about the wrinkles in my shirt when I throw them all haphazardly on the ground. I climb on the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight, and trace my thumb down the line of her spine. Hannah whimpers, rocking her hips. Her knees open wider, her chest resting on the mattress. “Get up on all fours.”
“I have been teasing myself since you called.” She swallows, and I brush a piece of hair out of her face. “Do you know how hard it is not to come when I’m thinking about you?”
