Because right here, right now, in the heat of this moment—we were the spark.
And I was ready to burn.
He pulled out his cock, and I watched as he stroked himself—slow, deliberate movements that made my heart race. The air in the car grew heavy with anticipation, and I could feel the heat building between us.
I leaned in, my breath hitching as I wrapped my hand around him, matching his rhythm. He groaned, his eyes darkening with desire. I loved the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing that mattered.
He guided my head down, and I didn't hesitate. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip as I bobbed my head up and down. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough.
"That's right, baby," he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You're so fucking good."
I moaned in response; the vibrations sending a shiver through him. He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me deeper. I could feel him growing harder, his breaths coming faster.
"You going to swallow my come, wife?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my eyes locked on his. I wanted this—wanted him to lose control, to know that I could make him feel this way.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked, his voice growing more urgent.
I nodded again, my breath coming in short gasps. I could feel myself growing wetter with every passing second, my body aching for release.
"Say it," he demanded, his grip on my hair tightening. "I want to hear you say it."
He shoved himself even deeper, and I gagged, my eyes watering. But I didn't stop. I wanted this—wanted to please him in every way possible.
"I want it," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.
He groaned in response, his hips bucking as he thrust deeper. I could feel him growing closer, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"That's it," he moaned. "You're such a good girl. Fuck, Kennedy… I'm going to?—"
He came in my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop. I collapsed against him, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I tried to catch my breath.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as we both came down from the high. I could feel his heart racing, his breath hot against my neck.
He stared at me, jaw tight, breath ragged—like he was still recovering but already wanting more. His gaze pinned me in place, sharp and blazing, like I was the only thing tethering him to earth.
Then he leaned in and kissed me—hard, consuming, like he needed to remind me exactly who I belonged to. Like he needed to taste himself on my tongue.
His voice came low against my lips, rough with heat and something darker. “This isn’t over.”
He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me, his words a promise and a threat all at once.
“I’m fucking you in my jersey. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Chapter 18
Nick
I’d lost control.
And I fucking hated it.
She was supposed to be a pawn. Just a move to get under Gary’s skin. A way to flip Dominic the finger without saying a damn word. A tool—useful, temporary. Something I could toss aside once she’d served her purpose.
But somewhere along the way, she stopped being a move. She got under my skin like shrapnel—deep, jagged, impossible to pull out. Every time she looked at me, it lit something up in my chest I didn’t know what to do with. Rage and hunger and something that felt too close to need.
She saw too much. More than I ever meant to show. Not the enforcer. Not the monster.
