To my surprise, Charlotte, James and Georgie all shush Coach at the same time.
“Hannigan, shut up!” Charlotte hisses.
“Yeah, can’t you see our show is on?” James says, gesturing toward Elliot and me. “Baker, keep going. You’re doing great, sweetie.”
To my left, Coach stops in his tracks.
To my right, our audience of three looks on, six thumbs held up in encouragement.
Did I think I was confused thirty seconds ago?NowI’m fucking confused.
“Ignore them,” Elliot whispers, bringing my attention back to him. “I should have never told you that we could go back to being friends when this was all over.”
Something acidic churns in my stomach, and I feel my palms start to sweat. My press room confession was too little, too late, and now the best part of my life is over.
“Oh. So, I guess this is it then. The streak of good luck ended, and now we have no reason to hook up anymore and you don’t even want to be my friend. Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I’ll just get my shit and get out of here. But I’m gonna need Franny back, though she probably needs a sage bath or something to restore her magical powers. Are sage baths even a thing? And we should probably come up with some kind of custody schedule for Scarlett. Do you think she’ll need therapy? Because she’s pretty young to be experiencing her parent’s break up?—”
Elliot cuts me off with a palm to my mouth. The look on his face is a cross between annoyed and amused that I’ve become all too familiar with these last few weeks.
“Alex, baby, you know I think you’re adorable when you ramble, but I need you to shut up and listen to me. I shouldn’t have told you that I could go back to being just your friend, because even on that first night when you let me kiss you outside of your apartment, I knew it was only a matter of time until I fell in love with you. I love you, Alex. I love the way you dress, I love your confidence. I love how sure you are of yourself and the way you talk through the best parts of every movie we watch. I love your giant heart and I love the way you look at me, like I’m the only person you see. I don’t want to be friends with you because this thing between us was never casual for me. And I might be wrong, but baby, I don’t think it was ever casual for you either.”
Even though my mouth and nose are being blocked by Elliot’s palm, I feel like I’ve just taken my first full breath in weeks. Never did three simple words sound so sweet or bring me so much peace.
Elliot Baker is in love with me, and that will always be enough.
Those green-speckled hazel eyes that I adore dart back and forth, searching my face for some kind of response.
I smile against Elliot’s hand, pressing kiss after kiss to his skin until he realizes he’s still holding meto keep me quiet. He finally pulls away, choosing to cup my cheeks instead.
“Baby, please say something,” he murmurs.
“I guess you didn’t see the post game interview, huh?”
“The post game…what?”
“I’ll show you later.”
He furrows his brows, but I cut his confusion off with a searing kiss to his lips. There’s nothing gentle about the way I capture his mouth, all nipping teeth and sucking. He inhales sharply when I bite his bottom lip, and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue against his. Distantly, I’m aware of the wolf-whistles coming from the peanut gallery, but I don’t care. I kiss and lick and plunder until Elliot rears back, chest heaving as he catches his breath.
“I love you too, Elliot.” I say, just low enough for him to hear. “But babe, why are the rich people staring at us?”
“I don’t know. I asked James for help getting back here again, and then they wouldn’t leave.”
I chuckle, burying my face into Elliot’s neck and taking a deep breath, inhaling as much of his essence as I physically can. “Will you take me out of here?”
He groans, sliding his hands under my ass and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and let him carry me down the long hall, throwing twothumbs up over his shoulder to our audience as we make our movie-worthy exit.
Nicole cancelled our dinner, going back to Elliot’s place alone with a promise to meet us for brunch tomorrow. With no plans on the horizon, my sole focus is getting Elliot home and getting him naked as soon as possible
The car ride back to my place is a blur of back seat kissing and desperately seeking friction while also staying safely buckled. By the time we’re at the front porch step, I’m practically clawing at Elliot’s pants, shoving them to his ankles before the door shuts fully behind us. We’re all sweaty bodies, tangled limbs, and discarded garments as we fumble our way to the couch, breaking our kiss just long enough to pull shirts over our heads. We stumble on to the couch, me on my back and Elliot on top of me. I spread my legs and he settles into the cradle of my hips. His cock drags against mine when he leans down to kiss me again. We’re slick where we slide against each other and I can’t tell which one of us is already leaking. Maybe it’s both of us, all I know is that I need him in a way that’s making me feel wild.
“This has got to be quick,” Elliot pants. He spits into his palm, and the image is so wonderfully filthy, my cock throbs in response.
“Quick now, slow later,” I agree, arching my backin an attempt to get closer to him. “We’ve got all night.”
“We’ve got forever, baby.”
Elliot sinks his hips down and wraps his large hand around both of our cocks, squeezing and stroking in an upward motion that has stars bursting behind my eyes. My hands fly up to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I try to gain some self composure. I agreed to quick, but fucking hell, I’m ready to blow my load in one stroke.
