Nix lowered his hand and dropped his helmet. It fell forgotten onto the grass as he leaned into me. I gasped as his firm, gloved hands dropped to my hips, and he tugged me forward. My breasts hit the hard plastic of his shoulder pads, which he wore beneath his jersey. A burst of pleasure shot through me as Phoenix forced me to bend backward with the bulk of his torso, a blur of muscle and intent.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he groaned, his expression almost pained as he placed his forehead against mine. I grasped his bared biceps just above his football sleeves and felt the musclesflexbeneath my fingers.
Phoenix then drew his nose down my cheek, gently running his tongue along my bottom lip, tasting the skin there and causing my tummy to flip. And my eyes fluttered closed.
Whoops and whistles hit the air, jumping above the general commotion of the crowds.
And then I heard him curse beneath his breath before he fused his lips to mine and kissed me.
And. Fuck. Me.
I felt a twinge of pleasurable pain as his hands tightened against my fragile bones. It was a full-on attack on the senses. Phoenix’s mouth teased mine apart, and then he thrust his tongue into my mouth. His entire body wrapped around me, like a second skin that I never wanted to remove.
Another raucous cheer and a volley of wolf-whistles rang out from all around us. Sighing, I let myself go, opening for him like a wilted flower drinking in the rain.
It was a hot, wet, and almost brutal kiss that made my bones melt and my pussy throb. Phoenix’s hands released their grip on my hips and slid to my butt, cupping the skin beneath his jersey as he forced me up onto my tiptoes. I felt his top ride up, exposing part of my backside, but I was beyond caring.
It was as if a bolt of lightning was shooting through my body, every nerve ending standing to attention as I clutched his huge biceps to steady myself. His tongue continued to plunder in and out of my mouth, and the blood roared in my head. I kissed him back, meeting him thrust for thrust. The noise of the stadium and the whoops around us fell away. In that moment, there were just the two of us; nothing else mattered.
Phoenix’s body was slightly hunched, with his legs bent to accommodate my small size. As he massaged my ass cheeks, I could feel the thick, hard steel of his cock grinding close to my pelvis, and more heat jetted through my core.
My hands slid up to the rock-hard contours of his shoulders as he angled his head, gently tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth before deepening the kiss. The taste and scent of him filled me up as his mouth continued to move against mine, branding me his forever in front of a full stadium of people. I didn’t even care that Ma would be watching the live stream. I needed this. Webothdid. The reality of the shit storm that would undoubtedly follow was irrelevant right then.
And then it was over. Nix broke the kiss, moving his lips to the cuff of my ear. “I hope you’re ready to finish what you started, baby girl?” he husked as he dropped his hands and stepped back.
I slowly opened my eyes.
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Then I guess this means you're now my girl?” Phoenix whispered.
A wave of emotions rushed through me as I replied, “I think we both know, I’vealwaysbeen your girl, Nix.”
His smile was so infectious that I felt it everywhere.
After planting a kiss on the end of my nose, Phoenix then plucked his helmet from the ground and started to jog backward, grinning like a loon. Our eyes remained fused as he gave me a sexy wink before turning his back. And then he was gone, leaving me with a pleasant tingle that ran from the roots of my hair to my toes.
A horde of giggling cheerleaders surrounded me. They were firing questions, and I had no breath left to answer, Phoenix having stolen it.
My lips formed a dreamy smile as I watched Phoenix’s strong shoulders as he powered across the field, his teammates diving on his back and fist-bumping each other. It was the same show of camaraderie as when they won a game. And he had, sort of. Nix had won the girl. Me.
Phoenix Carter had asked me out, and to hell with the consequences.
Pretending to listen to the excited females twittering around me, my eyes latched onto Hudson’s. He was across the field, next to the coach, with a shit eating grin on his face. I don’t think I’d ever seen his smile so wide when he wasn’t with Molly.
The look in his eyes and the slight nod he gave me told me Nix, and I had his approval.
And, forget cloud nine. I was much higher than that!
After briefly soaking up some of the positive attention I was receiving from the girls, I did the gracious thing and then went back to where Molly was sitting.
From the look on her face, she too had seen the kiss.
“Fuck me, Harper. I’m surprised he didn’t throw you over his shoulder and take off to the locker room,” Molly said with a smile.
Before I could reply, she grabbed me for a hug. “I told you it would work,” she half-whispered in my ear. It was hard to hear with all the cheering and noise around us. The entire stand was shaking with the pounding of feet and bodies as we waited for the whistle to signal the second half.
“He said it. Told me I was his girl.”
