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Fuck.
Yeah, and that’s guilt chewing up my stomach as the guy walks back to his stall without another word. It sticks with me through my slot with the press and Baxter slapping me on the shoulder with a “Good game tonight” he looks like he actually means. It stays with me all the way to my car when I get the next text.
Allie: Want you inside me. Going crazy thinking about it.
And like that it’s gone and the only thing I’m thinking is how bad I need her.
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Natalie
I don’t knowwhat’s different tonight, but by the time Vaughn texts that he’s here, I’m practically shaking. I want his arms around me. His mouth on my neck. His heart pounding against mine.
I want to hear the gruff way he says my name when he knows I’m about to come and I want—I want him.
Standing by the couch so my bare legs can’t be seen from the street, I wait as Vaughn lets himself in. He looks me over from head to toe and back again and lets out a low growl that sends a deep throb through my center.
“Baby, you didn’t.” He takes a step forward, stops, and wipes his hand over his mouth as raw hunger burns in his eyes. “Christ, you did.”
“You like?” I ask a little breathlessly, turning around and peering over my shoulder at him.
That growl of appreciation I enjoyed so much when he walked through the door has nothing on the possessive sound he makes when he reads his name across the back of the Slayers jersey I’m wearing for him. “I wish I could have worn this to the game, but if it makes you feel any better… I did wear these.” With one arm braced on the back of the couch, I bend forward in a tease, inching the hem of my jersey high enough to show off the results from my deep dive into Etsy.
His eyes zero in on the white cotton panties with his number across the ass.
That whole buttons-everywhere thing happens before I can even blink. Only it’s Vaughn tearing his shirt open in the span of the two steps it takes to catch me up against him by banding his powerful arms across my belly. I squeak as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and groans against my skin. “Baby, I like it so fucking much.”
Sliding one hand down my leg, he grips the back of my thigh and brings my knee out to the side to rest on the back of the couch. He sinks to his knees behind me and rubs his cheek across the embroidered numbers as his big palms coast over the backs of my legs. “I love it.”
Then it’s his hands on my ass, gripping and kneading, and his mouth on my thigh, his tongue running wet, slick circles against my bare skin that have me shuddering and pressing back into each kiss. Aching for more, for higher, for deeper.
“Vaughn, I need you,” I whimper when he licks a teasing trail up to the edge of my panties and presses a gentle bite over the skin there. My inner muscles clench and then clench again when his mouth moves between my legs where I’m soaked for him.
“So sweet, Allie.” Hooking a finger inside, he pulls the panel out of the way and licks into me. “Can’t get enough of you.” He spears me with his tongue, slow and firm, his fingers digging into my hips. And when I clamp down around him, he moans against my most sensitive spot.
It’s more than I can take. Not enough of what I need.
With a desperate cry, I turn and pull him to stand. And then he’s kissing the life out of me, feeding me the taste of myself as I thread my fingers into the thick silk of his hair. We’re out of control, hands everywhere, tongues clashing, bodies grinding in search of more contact. Hearts pounding hard together.
“This,” I gasp against his mouth, emotion I can’t explain surging through me. “This is what I need.”
Pulling back, he meets my eyes, looks down at my mouth and shakes his head. “You’rewhat I need.”
I swallow past the knot in my throat. Becauseyes.
Our eyes hold a second longer and then we come together in a crush of lips, teeth, and tongues. It’s like whatever happened in the course of that one look ratcheted the urgency between us to critical levels.
He’s got my knee at his hip, and we’re grinding against each other like teenagers. I rock my hips so we line up just right and— “Oh my God! Like that, like that… please.”
Giving me another dark growl and the thrust of his steely cock against my clit, he has me teetering on the brink.
And then falling over with a yelp, because I’ve literally tipped over the back of the couch onto the cushions. Vaughn doesn’t miss a beat, following me over so he lands between my legs and grinds against that perfect spot.
With one arm planted beside my head, he grips the arm of the couch with the other, giving himself exactly the leverage to make my head spin.
“More,” I gasp, biting at his lips and then moaning around the deep thrust of his tongue into my mouth. So good. “Harder.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he grits out, but he gives me exactly what I’m begging for. Rocking into me hard enough that the couch starts to move, bumping into the end table behind it. A framed picture topples and the remote clatters to the floor.
