“Yes, Isla,” he says quickly, reading me like a book and knowing that I’m about to run away. “But just listen to me, okay? I wanted to tell you. I wanted to tell you so fucking bad.”
Blood rushes to my head, prickling my scalp and making my cheeks burn as I pull away from him and stand up.
Hendrix stands, catching my hand in his before I can leave the penalty box. He pulls my body closer, turning me toward him.
“I am so fucking sorry, Isla. I wish I’d told you sooner, but I’m telling you now, okay?”
The desperation in his voice should rattle me, but the feeling of betrayal fuels me to continue pulling away.
Disappointment spreads through my body like wildfire.
Every time I fall a little deeper, it seems like he just hurts me again. And intentional or not, it really sucks.
“Goddamn it, Hendrix.” The words come out somewhere between a hiss and a sob. “Why in the hell should I fully trust you when, yet again, you lied to me?”
“I didn’t lie, Isla. I just wasn’t forthcoming, and that was wrong. I fucking know it was.”
“So then, answer my question. Why should I trust you?”
His eyes sweep over my entire face like he’s searching for something, though I have no idea what it is. Suddenly, his lips part, eyes narrowing the slightest bit in seriousness.
“Because I fucking love you, all right?” he yells frantically. “Because I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything in my entire life. And that’s got to count for something, right?”
As much as I hate it, his confession roots my feet to the floor, and tears blur my vision. He kept something from me, sure, but he also just told me the truth. That he’s in love with me.
He cups my face, looking down at me before backing me up until my back hits the plexiglass.
“I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how.” His eyes fill with tears. “I was scared of losing you before I even got a true chance to make you mine. So, being the selfish motherfucker I am, I kept it inside, telling myself I’d give you the truth when the right time came.”
His thumb swipes away a tear of mine, and he kisses my forehead. “I’m sorry, Isla. But I’m telling you, no more secrets. No more sabotaging. No more fucking up.”
Sniffling, I stare up at him when he pulls back. Tears stream down my cheeks, and my lips quiver. “Do you promise?”
Sliding one hand into the back of my hair, he nods.
“Good,” I squeak. “Because I love you too, Hendrix Hunt. And I can’t keep letting you rip my heart into pieces over and over.”
“You won’t have to, I swear on my own life—” He stops, his brows pulling together. “You love me?”
Nodding, I slide my hands around his waist. “Yeah. I do. So, stop fucking up, okay?”
Instantly, his hand pulls back gently on my hair, angling my chin up, and his lips crash to mine. His arm loops around me, lifting my body up. I wrap my legs around his waist, never pulling my lips away from his.
His erection grows harder, grazing my ass, and I grind my body against it, making myself whimper with need.
“I need to feel you right now,” I breathe out against his mouth.
What better place than right here, at the stadium, somewhere so sacred to both of us? With the lights off and noone around to judge us, he grunts in agreement, his cock steel now.
Setting me down gently, he tugs at my dress, but before he can get it down, I grab his belt and begin undoing his pants.
Keeping my eyes on his, I watch his pupils dilate as I unbutton his pants and push them down over his waist to set his cock free. I’ve yet to taste him, and I’m not leaving here until I do.
With my body up against the wall, I sink to my knees and pull him closer. The second I open my mouth and flick my tongue to the tip of his cock, his right hand smacks up against the plexiglass, and something between a growl and a whimper slips from his lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he huffs out desperately. “I’ve thought about this moment so many times. I can’t believe it’s about to come true.”
Keeping my eyes on his, I open wider, this time taking more of him into my mouth before slowly pulling back. I don’t need to hold his dick straight out because he’s so hard that it does it all on its own. I angle my head down slightly, spitting down onto his length before dragging my tongue from the base to the tip. Reaching the head, I put my mouth around it, swirling my tongue and relishing in the sounds slipping from his throat.
