"Sid—"
I stomp away, not interested in hearing whatever he has to say. Frankly, he can fuck right off. We have a game to win. I have a pretty little goddess to check on. His bullshit can wait.
But honestly? It's not like I don't get it. I've got a little sister, too. Letting them grow up is the hardest goddamn thing on the planet. But I'm not going to hurt Hattie. If he'd just open his eyes, he'd realize that all I want is to be the motherfucker who gets to stand proudly at her side.
Somehow, we pull out a win in the last few minutes. Tye glances at me as we head to the locker room to shower, but he doesn't say anything. By the time I hit the shower, he's missing in action.
He still isn't back by the time I'm dressed.
I don't stick around. I've got more important shit to do right now than try to talk sense into him.
Hattie is waiting for me outside the locker room.
"Hey, Cranky Bear." She grins at me as soon as I step into the hall, her expression as soft and sweet as ever.
I stomp straight to her, hauling her into my arms. My gaze runs across her face, meticulously searching for any signs that her mother caused more damage. Instead, I find what looks suspiciously like peace.
"I was worried about you," I growl, pressing my lips to hers in a hard kiss.
"I'm fine." She loops her arms around my neck, smiling at me. "I'm better than fine, actually."
She looks happy. Goddamn, it looks good on her.
"Come with me," I growl, practically carrying her down the hall toward an empty conference room to talk. At least, that's my plan.
Clearly, she has different ideas.
As soon as the door closes, her hands are on me.
"Have I ever told you how hot it is when you're on the field?" she asks, trying to shove her hand down my pants.
"Hattie," I growl.
"You're so hot, Sidney," she breathes, staring up at me with wide, wild eyes. "You're like a force of nature out there."
Her fingers wrap around my hard cock, and every good intention I had goes flying out the window. I can't think when she's touching me. I can't breathe when she's looking at me like she needs me to ruin her.
I lift her in my arms, pushing her up against the wall a few feet from the door. "You trying to get fucked where the whole team can hear you?" I rasp, shoving her pants and panties down her legs.
"No. I'm just trying to get you inside me."
Jesus Christ. I'm not going to survive her.
"I'll get there," I mutter, dropping to my knees while balancing her on my shoulders. "But not until I get to eat, butterfly."
"Oh," she moans softly.
My mouth waters at the sight of her dripping for me. I run my nose up her inner thigh, growling at how fucking good she smells.
"Don't let anyone hear you," I murmur.
Her hands sink into my hair.
I attack her pussy, eating her like a starving man. It's what I am—starving for her. No amount of eating her will ever satisfy me. I'll always want her smeared across my lips, soaking my beard…pulling my hair and whimpering my name.
I force my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it. My nose grinds against her clit. I'm so fucking hard, it hurts. That’s nothing new, though. She's kept me in this same state for months already. She'll keep me like this for a lifetime if I have my way.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
