“Easy on the man. He has blue balls from months of celibacy and needs to go find his girl.”
Flipping him off, I shout back to the team as I reach the door. “Any other night and I’d be all in but can’t keep my girl waiting. Good game tonight, fellas.”
With that, I bolt out of the locker room and down the hallway to the exit. The players park in a surface lot behind the stadium. As soon as the door opens, I’m clicking the unlock button on my keys so I can get out of here as fast as possible. A figure leaning up against the grill of my truck draws me up short. Their silhouette is illuminated in the glow from the headlights.
We’ve known each other for a total of six months. We’ve been physically together for three. It’s been three months since I have seen her. But I know that body better than I know my own. My steps falter when I start walking again. My heart is beating out of my chest in anticipation. My dick twitches at the reminder of her wrapped around me.
Before I can come up with something to say, Ivory takes off running. Her arms pump as she runs towards me. Her hair flies out behind her. I drop my bag where I stand and spread my legs, readying to catch her. Ivory launches herself at me with a force that knocks me backwards. I have to step back to keep us from toppling over. Her arms wind around my neck as her legs clamp around my waist. I bury my head in her hair inhaling her coconut shampoo. It makes me smile that she still uses the same scent from Belize. Ivory tucks her head into my neck, and I can feel her doing the same thing, committing my scent to memory.
Standing in the middle of the dark parking lot, the missing piece clicks into place. My world is turned back on its axis by simply holding her in my arms.
Gripping Ivory’s hair, I lift her head. I need her lips. Ivory must feel the same because our mouths crash together in a desperate kiss. Her lips are soft and plump like I remember. Hertaste makes me groan as I slide my tongue into her mouth. Ivory pulls at my hair the same way I pull at hers. Her legs tighten around my waist when I nip her bottom lip.
“We should get out of here,” I say against her mouth. “Before I fuck you on the hood of the truck.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Ivory whispers then dives back into my mouth again.
“I want you to myself. We can save exhibitionism for later.”
“Fine. Take me home,” Ivory says and tries to get down. I clamp my hand around her leg to keep it in place. I am not ready to let her down yet.
“I like the sound of that.” Bending down, I pick up my duffle and walk to the truck. All while still carrying her. Opening the passenger door, I deposit Ivory into the seat. “Where is your car?”
“Gabby dropped me off so I could ride back with you.”
“Good thinking, Hollywood.”
Ivory directs me away from downtown and we pull onto a quiet street twenty minutes later. Streetlights line the way but otherwise, the area is dark. Pointing me to a two-story white house with a fenced in front yard, I ease the truck into the driveway and pull around back. The back yard is narrow but also fenced in. There is a large covered patio matching the covered porch on the front of the house.
“We can go in this door,” Ivory says indicating the side door. It must be the main entrance.
“Wait there.” Turning the truck off, I pocket the keys and get out to go open the door for Ivory. My dick is rock hard in my pants. I need to calm down or I am going to blow the reunion sex. Taking a deep breath and adjusting myself as I walk around to the passenger side, I try to think of baseball stats or anything that will take my mind off getting inside Ivory’s heat. “I thought I told you to wait.” Ivory’s door is open and she is sitting in the passenger seat with her legs hanging out of the truck.
“You were taking too long.” She shrugs. “Technically, I didwait.” She swings her legs to show she is still in the truck. Reaching behind her knee, I tug her closer to the edge of the seat. Her legs open to me when I get close to her. Standing between her legs, I run my hand up the outside of her thigh to the hem of her shorts. Ivory gasps at the touch of my hands on her skin.
“Smartass.” Palming her ass in my hand, I lift her off the seat and back into my arms.
“I can walk, you know.”
“I’m not ready to let you go yet.” I squeeze her ass in my hand as I kiss her neck. Ivory wiggles in my hold, rubbing herself against my stomach. Licking a trail up her neck, I whisper in her ear, “Do you have the keys?”
“Fuck.” Ivory fumbles around but holds them out to me when I reach the door.
“Kinda got my hands full here, Hollywood.” Flexing my hands on her ass, I bring my fingers closer to her core. She twists in my hold to insert the key. I don’t stop teasing her neck with my tongue or her lower half with my hands.
“Preston,” Ivory breathes out when I brush against her center.
It takes a few tries but she finally gets the door unlocked. Shouldering it open, I push into the house and kick the door closed behind us before slamming Ivory into the wall. The keys drop to the floor with a loud jingle. Ivory arches into me and meets my mouth in a hungry kiss. With her back pressed into the wall, I drop her down until her pussy brushes my cock.
“Fuck, Hollywood. I’ve missed you.” Ivory tugs on my hair and writhes her hips against my body. Running my hands up her body, I gather her shirt in my hands and drag it up with me. Our kiss breaks long enough for Ivory to lose her shirt. I unclasp her bra with one hand, sliding the straps off her arms to palm her breast.
“I’ve missed you too. I need to see you.” She tugs at my shirtfor me to take it off. My shirt and her bra hit the floor together. Her full tits rub against my chest.
“Bedroom?”
As much as I would love to take her against this wall, I want to see her. All of her.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
