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Her expression softened just a little. “You did look quite miserable out there.”

“I thought you didn’t care about us.” The words came out before I could stop them. “I know we never walked down this road, but hearing you with another guy… It was like I was punched in the chest by God himself. It was the worst feeling I have ever had.”

“I forgive you,” she said, taking my hand. “But just so you know, I haven’t been with anyone other than you since we met, and that isn’t going to change.”

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave, and in that moment of pure bliss, I realized that Elizabeth was actually freezing her ass off. She still had her cheer skirt on, and the only thing covering her was a flimsy jacket.

“That won’t do,” I mumbled as I lifted her into my arms. “You’re going to freeze out here.”

She giggled but didn’t fight it, so I carried her onto the empty bus and put her down on the back seat.

“You know… I think I might’ve just found a way to make you feel better,” she said, giving me a wicked smile.

34

Elizabeth

Suddenly, everything around us went quiet. The harsh lights faded from my view, the cold night air had all but vanished, and the rest of our teammates were nothing more than distant memories. I looked up and was met by the dangerous hunger that could only be seen in his molten gaze. My pussy instantly got wet and my hips jolted, telling him just how much I wanted him. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, but the only thing I could think of was that I hadn’t planned any of this.

I didn’t plan on getting into an argument with him in the parking lot. I never imagined that he would give me such a raw apology. And I definitely didn’t expect the way he had looked at me when I told him the truth about Jenna’s date. It was such a whirlwind of a day, and still, even with all that, the ending couldn’t have been more perfect. Just him and me, reconnecting after the most insane misunderstanding I had ever lived through. Make-up sex for something that didn’t exist. It was almost poetic.

Even with the smell of sweat, rubber, and old upholstery that hung in the air and a narrow aisle filled with equipment bags, the bus was the perfect place for our makeup session. It was a symbol saying that no matter how badly something gets beaten, it can still go strong. Kind of like our feelings for one another.

Ethan leaned down and growled next to my ear before trailing heated kisses down my neck. I moved, trying to break my arms free, but it only caused him to tighten his grip even more.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed next to my ear, and goosebumps broke out across my entire body.

“This offense isn’t so easily forgiven,” I said, knowing it would cost me.

He leaned back and admired me for just a moment before his shaky hands moved to my jacket. He pulled the zipper ever so slowly, and then he threw it aside, exposing my naked stomach. My body trembled as he feathered his fingers over my breastbone, causing my nipples to harden.

He sat back, admiring the view, and I took a moment to do the same. Ethan was a walking, talking wreck. His hair was damp with sweat from the game, and his lip was still slightly swollen from the fight he had gotten into earlier in the week. It was his eyes that had me locked, though. There was so much remorse in them that my heart skipped a beat.

“I thought I had lost you,” he said, stealing a quick kiss.

“You know, if you had just asked me what happened, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this. Yet you chose to spend the day ignoring me instead.”

He winced at my words. “What will it take for me to earn your forgiveness?”

I studied him for a good long while before even considering an answer. His guilt was carved into every fold of his body. And the tension still called his shoulders home.

“I want you to make me yours. If you don’t want me with another, then show me why I should stay.”

It was a little harsh, but I really wanted to see how far he would go. He started by giving me a deep, passionate kiss that was filled with all the emotions he had been trying to hold back. It was powerful and overwhelming, like a delicious candy you couldn’t get enough of. He growled at me, and it sent the most amazing sensation down my throat. I wanted so much more, though, and I didn’t want to wait for him to feel ready.

“Oh, I’ll show you how much I want this,” he said, positioning himself over me.

I thrusted once. “So far all you’ve done is tease.”

His eyes darkened dangerously as he let my arms go. He pulled his cock out of his pants with enough force to make it throb, and I instinctively licked my lips. I wanted to know what he tasted like, and I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip through my fingers again. I pushed him back and got down on my knees between his legs. For a split second it looked like he wanted to protest, but it died on his lips when I flicked my hot tongue over his swollen crown. He hissed in a breath as I spread wide and took all of him into my mouth. When I reached his hilt, I paused.

“Good God, you have no mercy,” he murmured as his head fell back.

I started moving up and down his erection ever so slowly, delighting in the torture I was causing him while fully enjoying the taste of him on my tongue. He was mumbling something incomprehensible, and that just spurred me on. I picked up my pace, nearly slamming into him with the force I was exerting, but then he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up.

It took him a good moment to catch his breath. “Even though that’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I want to be inside you, and if you keep up with this, it won’t happen.”

I pouted. “But I was having so much fun.”