Page 17 of Final Score

“You better watch your back, Blackwell.” Noah threatened, taking half a step forward.

My jaw clenches and I’d love nothing more than to pound his sorry face into the ground. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” I announce. Without even having to say another word, Oliver steps forward, along with two other teammates. Quickly ushering Noah off our property. I should have hit him.

Kat walks up beside me, watching Noah’s form retreat into the darkness. “What evidence was he talking about?”

“I do not know.” And I didn’t. If I had to guess, the entire thing was a half-assed attempt to make me feel threatened. “It’s nothing you need to worry about.”

I certainly would not spend the rest of my night wasting any more time wondering about empty threats. I did, however, plan on spending it with Kat.

“Let’s go see how it looks on, shall we?” I ask, laying across my bed, not so patiently waiting for Kat to come out of the ensuite bathroom.

“I still can’t believe you did that.” Kat yells through the muffled door.

She had been scolding me for the past hour over the night’s events. “Oh, come on. You enjoyed it a little.”

“Maybe I did, but it was still stupid.” Her voice was louder now, filling the room as she opened the door. As Kat walked further into the bedroom, I sat up at the edge of the bed to get a better look.

“You look disappointed.” She pouted. “That is not the reaction I was expecting.”

The red and black jersey dwarfed her small body, looking more like a dress than a top. She looked beautiful, and yet all I wanted to do was rip it off her body. “I’m only disappointed because you kept your pants on.” I answer honestly.

“How many other girls have worn your jersey?” Kat asked, spinning around in the center of my room.

“You’re the first.” I had never been serious enough about a girl to let her wear my jersey until now. Using it as a ploy in our fake dating plan had been a bonus on top of the reality that I was using it to mark her as mine. I needed everyone in the stands to know that I belonged to her and she belonged to me.

Kat smiled, moving to stand in between my legs. I ran my fingers along the bottom edge of the jersey. “You should add this to your regular wardrobe. Preferably without pants.”

“You are ridiculous.” She answered, running a hand through my already messed up hair.

“Even if I am, will you wear this to the game next week?” I ask, gripping a handful of the jersey, pulling her closer.

“Of course, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t support my man?”

“A very naughty one.” I smirked as Kat looked down at me with lust filled eyes. I knew she wouldn’t make the first move. As soon as I saw her bite her bottom lip, I took that as an opening.

I tugged her closer before crashing her lips to mine. That damn red lipstick had been driving me crazy all night and seeing her in my jersey added another level of attraction I didn’t know was possible. She kissed me back relentlessly, her lips parting as I ran my tongue along her bottom lip. A breathy moan escapes her mouth as our tounges tangled together, exploring.

Grabbing her hips, I lifted Kat with ease. She settles onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. I break the kiss long enough to make my way down her neck. Kissing the spot behind her ear, that drives all girls crazy. I suck hard enough to leave a mark tomorrow. Yet another way to mark what is mine.

When I move, biting the skin by her collarbone, Kat gasps, rocking her hips into the growing bulge in my grey sweatpants. A rough growl leaves my throat as I grip her hips harder, thrusting upward so she can feel just what she’s doing to me. She pulls back, biting her lip as she rocks her hips once more, finding the friction she’s craving against her clit. Pulling her lip from her teeth, I take it in mine, biting and before kissing her once more.

Her hands roam over my shoulders before gripping the material of my t-shirt, pulling me closer, removing what it left little space between us. My hands grip her perky ass and I groan. Thanking God for giving her the perfect behind. My grip tightens, no doubt leaving a handprint in her flesh. Too many clothes. I pause, pulling at the bottom of the jersey, hoping she’ll let me take it off. Holding her arms above her head, Kat allows me to pull it from her body. My mouth waters at the sight of her breasts spilling out of a black lace covered bra. She’s perfect.

Quickly removing my shirt, I roll us further onto the bed. Her legs open, allowing me to lie between them. Kat’s hands roam across my chest, her fingers running lightly along the ridges of my abs. I rock my hips against hers, letting her feel the full length and hardness of my cock as Kat’s fingers inch below the waistband.

Not so fast. I think. Moving her hands against the headboard, trapping them between mine, loving the site. Her chest heaves as she takes a deep breath, drawing my attention back to that sinful lace. Kissing down her chest, I mold my hand across one breast, squeezing tightly as Kat rocks her hips upward. Smirking against her skin, I lick a line between her breasts, blowing lightly across her skin. Pushing the padded fabric down, I exposing a perfectly pink tight nipple. I lean forward, gauging Kat’s reaction before sucking it harshly into my mouth. The sting causes her back to arch.

“Does that feel good?” I ask, already knowing her answer. A moan is all the response that I get from Kat before her hands tangle in my hair, pressing me closer to her breast.

I suck lightly at her flesh, my other hand pinching and twisting her nipple between my fingers. I release her nipple with a wet pop, moving back to her lips as my hands run further down her body.

She’s so soft. Her curves… My mind wanders, filling with fantasies. But those are for the future. I slow Kat’s frantic kissing, rolling her on top of me. My mouth lingering on hers a second longer, before I pull back all together.

“Why are you stopping?” she asks, trying to pull me back under her spell.

“Because we have plenty of time and as much as it’s killing me to say no to you right now. I’m not fucking you just to get back at your ex.” I answer, running my hands up and down her back, waiting for her to catch her breath.

“Then don’t.” She wines, pushing her hands against my chest in protest. Her gorgeous body and swollen just kissed lips almost get me to cave. Shaking my head, I sit up against the headboard, which does nothing to help our situation, as her hips slide against mine once more.