“Don’t you fucking leave.” I slid my hands down his body and lifted the ends of his tight Under Armour shirt. It had to go. It got caught on his broad shoulders so I added extra effort. I admired his sculpted back muscles. They were glorious—tan, defined and moving in all sorts of ways as I ran my nail down his spine. “One thing you should know about me, Gideon. I never go back on my word.”
“Yeah?”
He tried to turn around, but I stopped him. Sure, he outweighed me, but he respected my move. “Oh yeah. Now, are you sure you want the door unlocked when I do this?”
I reached around his waist and straight into his tight waistband. The athletic shorts looked so good on him, but with his growing erection, they became too tight. His gigantic cock burst out of the waistband like a free man and I gripped it. I pumped it a couple of times, his wetness almost enough. “God, I want to taste your cock so bad.”
“Do it,” he grunted. One hand held him up on the wall, the reaching for me. “Put that filthy mouth on my dick and suck me off. It’d put your mouth to good use.”
Yes, it would.I moved him and pushed his back against the brick wall. I had never felt so free in my life. The unlocked door, the pure, animalistic look in his eyes. Fuck feelings. This was sexual. I ran my tongue up and down his length and enjoyed the way he bucked under me. My Adonis co-coach fisted my hair, pulling it to the point my eyes stung. But I savored it. I hummed against his shaft and closed my lips around the bulging head. I gently brought my teeth to his sensitive skin and he jumped, his cock touching the back of my throat at the motion.
“Christ—Christ almighty. You deep-throated me.” His strangled voice was music to my ears. Yup. He was thirsty for me all right.
“No gag reflex,” I managed between breaths. I did it again, the tip going deeper into my me and his salty, musky scent driving me wild. A cold sweat broke out on his thighs and I knew he was close. I took him harder and as something like a growl came from him, I slowed down.
“Wh-what?”
“Now, Gideon, I’m going to ask you some questions. Answer honestly to get the release you so desperately need.” I giggled and took a step back. His mouth hung open, his wild eyes blinking rapidly. “Why do you use sex as an escape?”
“Feels good. Now suck.” He reached for me, but I dodged.
“Wrong answer.” I ran my finger down his chest and took a couple of steps back. “Do you want to put your raging cock inside me right now? Do you want to pound me into this wall so hard I get bruises on my back?”
“Fuck.Yes. Come here.” He picked me up, using one hand to remove my yoga pants and panties in one swift motion. He shoved me against the wall, supporting all my weight, but I held up a finger.
“Give me the answer I want.”
His gaze met mine. His hard, ice-cold gaze devoured me and he didn’t wait before slipping inside me. I arched my back and screamed in pleasure. “Gid!”
“I’m answering you. This. This fucking.” He grunted and plunged into me harder than before. He held my entire weight and the pressure built around my G-spot within seconds. My silken walls had him going deeper and farther—tears burst down my cheeks and I swore he would split me in two. I forgot about our game. I forgot about Justin and crumbled around him as he spilled into me. He held me up, both of our heartbeats racing. I refused to look at him. This was raw. But he gently set me back on the ground and lifted my chin toward him.
“This is worth escaping reality for. It helps with the guilt, doesn’t it?” His voice was low and soft. He pressed the lightest of kisses on my forehead before putting his clothes back on. I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat. Gideon Titan had me all sorts of messed up.
Chapter Sixteen
Gideon
Meet me tomorrow, nine sharp.
I reread the text from my coach and my lungs constricted. This couldn’t be good. My neck stiffened and I rubbed my face. I wouldn’t be able to eat anything before then. I settled for chugging a large glass of water and watching the clock.What does he want? Am I off the roster? Fuck. Fuck. I deserve to be.
I’d yelled at a veteran for making a mistake.
I’d cussed out anyone who helped me.
I’d almost thrown away my career out of pain and desperation—if he wanted to chat, it couldn’t be good.Is this when he releases me? Tells me I’m traded or moving down to the minors?
I was a goddamn asshole. I pinched the bridge of my nose and stared at the calendar, my lack of life exhibited on the bright white square. Cheryl had bought it for me to keep my life organized. It was a fucking joke. The blank date stared back at me—an off-day. No practice, no games, no Fiona. There was a list of about twenty things I needed to do. But I did nothing. My chest lurched at the thought of calling my parents and realizing I couldn’t. Cheryl had work, Quinn had school… I had no one.
I checked the time again and felt stir-crazy. It was worse than before, only I knew someone who shared that feeling. I texted her instantly. Fuck if I came off needy—she was needy when she was naked. I grinned, my mood suddenly lifted.
Gideon: Want to bike for a while? Feeling crazy today.
Fiona: Not today.
I tensed. She didn’t insult me or make a sexual innuendo.Uh-oh.
Gideon: Everything good?
