“It’s the truth. It’s not like I have a close relationship with my blood relatives. They mean more to me than anything.”
“Don’t make me jealous of my teammates, sweetheart.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you’re needy? Is that an only-child trait?” she teases, grazing her mouth across mine.
I grin against her lips before pulling one between my teeth and letting go with a snap. “That’s an ‘I’m obsessed with my best friend who also happens to be so, so far out of my league trait,’ and you know it.”
She draws a hand up my side while tucking her round nails beneath my collar, scratching at the skin beneath. I nearly purr as the pleasure from her confident touch swirls like a whirlpool in my groin. I’m testing the strength of my zipper as my cock stiffens further, seeming to grow bigger than it ever has.
The slight hitch in her breath tells me she can feel it when I press forward. “I’m not sure the two hundred thousand followers you have would agree with that sentiment.”
“And they’d be wrong,” I muse, palming the back of her head, my fingers threaded in her curly hair. “Not to mention jealous and lying straight through their teeth.”
I don’t have a clue who’s onstage right now, but the bright lights flashing across the arena reflect off her cheeks. The blue fades to white and dances over her black hair and down the length of her body, casting her in a glow that makes her look like an angel. One that I somehow got my hands on.
She lowers her eyelids to half-mast and tightens her hold on my side, groping the slabs of muscles I’ve spent years building. Her breath is hot against my mouth when she runs her eyes over my face, not stopping until she’s examined every inch.
“For the record, I don’t think I’m out of your league,” she says, her eyes glowing with the blue and white lights. The firm press of her palm now directly over my rib cage strikes me at the knees. “We’re perfectly matched. That’s why we’ve been best friends for so long.”
“You have me wrapped around your finger.”
She lets a soft laugh slip out. I inhale her scent and rub the silky strands of her hair between my fingers, tilting her head back. Unable to stop myself, I mouth her jaw, then her pulse, teasing the hot skin with my teeth before sucking lightly. She tastes as good as she smells, and I lose my head a bit, picking up her soft exhale through the chords of the song blasting around us.
“Finn.”
“Say my name again,” I plead, running my tongue up to her ear, sucking harder where I know she won’t have to hide my mark.
Her head falls to the side as she pulls me closer, her chest plastered to mine. “Finn.”
“I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep my hands off of you tonight.”
“Then don’t.”
Need pounds at my senses, trying to steal my focus. “Don’t tease me.”
“If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right. We’re already risking everything,” she breathes out, the words heavy with a similar pull that I feel.
“You can tell me to pause whenever you need.”
“I know.”
“Come to my place with me after this.”
Fuck. I watch her carefully, searching for a flinch or flash of regret, of panic. But as the drumbeat picks up and the lights fall to a deep pink, the only reaction I get is a quirk of her lips.
She slowly leans her head up and draws me away from her throat with her fingers around my nape. “Ask nicely.”
My cock twitches. “Please come home with me tonight, Aubrey.”
“I think I can do that.”
With a rough shake of my head, I pull her in for a final kiss, letting it last too long. The moment her lips meet mine, I’m lost, drowning in her taste and the sudden onset of rightness that settles over me the moment we touch. It’s almost pathetic how long I went without this, having convinced myself that every time I reached for her to pull her onto my lap or searched for her in the stands at a game was solely from friendship.
I don’t believe it was always like this, but after so many years, I’m positive I buried these feelings beneath the comfort of knowing that she was going to be in my life forever, regardless of her role in it. As long as I still had her, it didn’t matter.
Now, the thought of her going on another date with any other man makes me rabid. I kiss her harder now, and she meets me with vigour, our bodies tucked beneath a veil of darkness, like even the universe agrees with me right now and doesn’t want us to separate.
God, that’s so cheesy.
