I laughed as his hand came to my chest and pushed me backward. In a fluid move, we went from kneeling in front of one another to me on my back, and Fin kneeling between my bent knees. Tugging on my lip, I stared up at him, taking in his concentration as my core twisted. Muscles and tendons pulled taut in his neck and shoulders as again his laser focus scanned me from head to toe. This time there wasn’t anything to shield my skin. Goose bumps materialized as he pulled my hips closer, making my knees higher and my core exposed.
Without warning, he inserted one long finger and then another. Closing my eyes, I focused on his ministrations, the way his fingers bent, the rhythm, and the flash of lightning as his thumb rolled my clit. Uninhibited, I allowed myself to swim in the sensations and endorphins flooding my circulation. Fin worked me into a frenzy as he leaned down, sucking one nipple and the other.
My touch roamed over his chest and shoulders, savoring the heat radiating from his skin. Kisses and licks of his flesh filled my senses with not only feel but also taste.
Palming his cheeks, I met his blue stare. “Now, I’m the one in pain.”
“What do you want?”
My grin quirked. I remembered this about Fin from years ago. The one phrase that was sure to get his reaction. “I want your cock.”
A squeal left my lips, and I arched my back as he gave in to my request. I clung to his shoulders as he filled me. The stretch and friction were perfect as we fell into our rhythm. It was a melody made up of my wanton noises and a chorus of Fin’s deep baritone praises.
As the conductor of our symphony, Fin was in control, wielding the baton and determining the timing and volume of our concert. The speed of his thrusts increased before they slowed. Like an old-fashioned top, my core was wound tighter and tighter. I was on an edge, maybe outside on the balcony or from the height of the family suite. My toes gripped the solid surface beneath my feet before I leaned forward, free-falling into the chasm. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, a spectacular finale that refused to end.
Fin wasn’t far behind. His guttural roar echoed off the windows as his cock pulsated within me. Letting out a breath, he collapsed, his body covering mine. When he lifted his face, Fin smiled. “It’s the damn boots. I wanted to go to you on the sideline and fuck you against the stadium wall.”
“Maybe someday we can get in there when there’s no one else present.”
Fin shook his head. “In front of all seventy thousand fans.”
I wiggled beneath his weight. “No.”
“This is our bubble. You’re supposed to say, ‘yes, Fin.’”
Stretching my neck, I brushed his lips with mine. “Yes, Fin, I love coming home to you and would like a glass of wine.”
Chapter 34
Vee
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Monday morning, Don Tilson met me in my office. We discussed the same scenario Royce talked about in the suite. Not about Royce retiring, but about the fact that our last regular game of the season wasn’t a blow-off game. The Coopers needed to win to get the first seed in the AFC South.
“We beat the Texans our first meeting,” I said.
“Dennison played the entire game. I think that should be the plan next Sunday.”
I nodded. “I saw an email this morning. The NFL moved us from four thirty to the Sunday Night Football game. We’re playing at 8:20 p.m.”
Don nodded. “I haven’t seen that, but I was expecting it. The Coopers versus the Texans is the beginning of playoff football.” He took a drink of his coffee. “Are you okay with Graham sitting the bench?”
“I’m not the coach, Don. That’s your job.”
“We need Dennison healthy, but we also need to win this game. Tough season when you’re sixteen and one and that final game is a must-win.”
“As usual,” I said, “send me any controversial calls from yesterday and the injury report once you have it.”
“Will do. Your thoughts on yesterday’s game,” he questioned.
“Defense was strong. Darius lit a fire under them.”
Don grinned. “Graham was beating himself up about that loss. He wasn’t alone. There was plenty of blame to go around, and the defense deserved the lion’s share. Coach Brown was hot.”
“The hard work paid off.”
“Offense?”
