Turning back around to face the bed, I see Vox sitting up against the headboard, the sheet tangled around his legs, his cock on full display.
The damn thing doesn’t even have the decency to lie down.
“We need to go,” I say, making it a point to look Vox in the eye andnotat his dick.
“Why? Team break starts today. I don’t have anywhere to be for once,” he says, giving his cock a lazy stroke. “Besides, what am I supposed to do with this?”
“Dammit, Vox. Get dressed,” I snap, working my absolute hardest to keep my gaze from traveling to where his hand has stilled on his dick.
“Hey, what happened?”
“For starters, youmay not have anywhere to be rightnow, but you weresupposedto be somewhere last night, and your absence at breakfast has people asking questions.”
“Relax,” he says as if that were actually possible. “I told Renner I wasn’t coming last night. No one was expecting me.”
“But I told you to tell them you’d be there,” I say stupidly.
“I know. Aren’t you glad I didn’t listen?” he says with a smug smile, still not moving from the bed.
“Regardless of the fact thatyouhave nowhere to be,I’msupposed to be in a meeting with Grey and the coaching staff in twenty minutes. I had to lie about where I was and about not knowing where you were. Did you know he tracks your location on your phone?”
I’m getting angrier with every sentence I utter. Angry at myself mostly, but also mad as hell that despite everything going on right now, I want nothing more than to climb back into that bed with Vox and lose myself in him.
Vox rubs a hand across his bare chest.
“Yeah, but you have to remember, Grey found me when I was a kid. He bought me my first cell phone. I was a decent teenager, but I was still a teenage boy, and my grandma didn’t know half the shit I got into. When she died, Grey told me about the tracker and said if I ever needed him, I didn’t have to call or use my words, just drop a pin in my location, and he’d come get me, no questions asked. I’ve never had anything to hide, so it didn’t really matter.”
“Well, it sure as fuck matters now.”
“I turned my phone off.”
“So I heard. Look, Vox, last night was?—”
“Fucking incredible?” he interrupts. “Don’t feed me some breakup speech, Connor. You know as well as I do, we were a ticking time bomb. Hell, we stillarea ticking time bomb,” he corrects. “Don’t cut this off at the knees. I’m begging you.”
And damn if his pleading doesn’t almost work.
“Vox, please don’t make this harder than it already is.”
Vox kicks the covers the rest of the way off and fuckingcrawlstoward me on the bed. I make the grave mistake of staying rooted in place. Since both of us are still naked, it’s easy for him to grab my dick, and in a heartbeat, he’s off the mattress and on his knees.
“Tell me, Connor. Wasit enough for you? Am I out of your system?” He runs the flat of his tongue over the head of my rapidly swelling cock. “Because all last night did was embed youinmy system so deeply, I don’t think you’re ever coming out.”
Vox slides to my balls and pulls them into his mouth one at a time, driving me fucking wild.
“Vox, I have a meeting,” I say weakly, avoiding his question. There’s no point in answering anyway; we’re both aware the answer isno.
“If you want to get to your meeting, then I suggest you heed your own advice,” he says, before licking a line up the underside of my shaft. “I believe your exact words were, ‘stop fucking interrupting me, and come down my goddamn throat, because neither of us is going anywhere until you do.’”
When his mouth connects with my cock again, all thoughts of Grey, the meeting, and how fucking dangerous this is, go out the window. I succumb to the pleasure and the all-consuming force that is Vox Montgomery.
With my hands on the back of his head, I fuck his face, still pissed that he makes me lose control. He doesn’t even gag because, like everything else, Vox excels at sucking dick.
I come down his throat embarrassingly fast, but he just licks his lips and stands. On his way to the bathroom, he throws me a wink over his shoulder.
Ten minutes later, we’re back in the car, and the mood is noticeably somber.
“Thank you,” I say stupidly to the god sitting next to me.
