"You okay?" I ask because he's got the faintest crease on his forehead.
“Long story, but that pass they intercepted is gonna haunt me. Coach is pissed about it.” He sighs and then his eyes find mine with a glimmer of hope in them. “Can I kiss you? That will help.”
I lean in and we kiss softly. It’s PG but Theo still groans like he walked in on his parents naked. I laugh and pull away. Conner wraps an arm around me, tipping his head to whisper into my neck. “You still good to stay over? I rented us a room at the cutest oceanfront motel near the town where I’m staying.”
“Yeah. Ten and Harlow are going to get a ride home with your parents,” I explain. “I have a change of clothes and my toothbrush in a knapsack in the car.”
He grins and nuzzles my neck, setting my skin on fire. “You won’t need a change of clothes. I’m not letting you take that jersey off. But everything else can go.”
And now everything else is on fire too, not just my cheeks.
Chapter 28
Conner
Four Weeks Later…
She grips my forearms and I know she's close. I open my eyes as my tongue circles her clit and her fingers press harder into my skin. I have a lot of new favorite things these days—my new house by the beach, my new car, and my therapy sessions with my sports psychiatrist to name just a few. But the top of that list is definitely watching Mac come.
I've learned over the time we've been together that Mac is a very composed woman. She's rational, thoughtful, and self-sufficient. But all that flies out the window when she's naked and on the edge of an orgasm. That's when my princess is irrational and needy and unable to form a coherent thought. She just begs and moans and both curses and praises my existence at the same time.
“Please… oh… damn you Conner… so good… oh my god…”
Exhibit A, right there. I smile before sucking her clit in between my lips and sliding a second finger between her slick folds. That’s it. She falls.
“I’m… coming. Oh God. Fuck, Con. Oh God, yes.”
Exhibit B.
Her grip on my arms loosens and her handsslowly find their way to her face, which she covers as she struggles to take a long, deep breath. I kiss my way up her body, until I'm on top of her, my lips at her temple, my cock rigid and leaking between her legs, and my phone ringing on the night table.
Both of us shift our gaze toward it. Normally I would silence it, or turn it off, or throw it out the goddamn window before I’d interrupt our naked alone time. We don’t get nearly as much of it as I would like. Mac’s in her last couple of months in her residency, and she doesn’t get many back-to-back days off to drive to Portland. And between the Riptides’ game schedule, practices, and PR obligations, I can’t just pop up to Silver Bay often either. We haven’t seen each other as much as we’d like. We both know it’s temporary, but it still makes moments like this precious. So I’d normally never think about answering the phone.
I lean toward it.
“Seriously?”
“I know. My dick wants to murder me too,” I tell her and then sigh when I see the name. “But there’s shit going down with the team and it’s Abbott calling. I just need to check in.”
She lets out the tiniest, cutest protest groan as I reach for my phone. “Hey.”
I move off of her and roll onto my back on the pillow beside her. She curls into my side and kisses my neck, her right palm flat against my chest. "I know Mac is visiting you. I hate to do this but we have to head to the arena. Emergency team meeting."
“What? Really? Now?”
"Yeah buddy, I'm sorry. I'm already on the way there," Abbott explains. "Left a baby shower for one of Deck's brothers and his wife."
"Is this asshole seriously fucking with our day off? It's our only full day off in the last eight," I grumble and I have half amind to just say no. I can't do it. Not today Satan, and by Satan I mean Coach Maxwell.
“That’s just it, Con, it’s not Maxwell calling us in,” Abbott explains. “It’s not even the GM. It was the owners.”
“Oh.” That is definitely not normal. “Do you think…?”
I don't dare to finish that sentence because I'm worried that even saying it out loud will be getting my hopes up. But… I mean it's got to be hard for the owners not to feel the mounting dissatisfaction the team has for Maxwell.
“Yeah. I think he’s been axed. But only one way to find out,” Abbott replies. “See you there?”
“Yeah. I’ll be there,” I promise and end the call.
