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“Please, I’mnotjealous.”
“You so are. Her half-naked body was pressed against what’s yours, and she invited me to her room.”
Her mouth forms a thin line.
I don’t know why I love the idea of Violet being jealous, but I do. I think back to that night she came home tipsy, and I thought maybe she’d brought another man home with her, and suddenly it doesn’t feel that funny.
“I have no respect for a woman who propositions me in front of my kid. It shows me that she’d have no respect for my son and that would never work for me. But regardless, there’s only one woman I had my eye on at the pool and I’m lucky enough to be giving her a foot rub right now.”
That appeases her, and a small smile forms on her lips. “Does that happen often?” Her voice is light and breezy, but something about her body language tells me the air of nonchalance she’s putting on isn’t authentic.
I don’t want to make her more uncomfortable, but there’s zero point in trying to soften the truth because she’ll figure it out for herself if she continues to come to away games.
“It happens pretty frequently, yeah. But I can tell you with one-hundred-percent honesty that I’ve never entertained anything with a fan who’s approached me. That kind of situation feels rife for conflict to me.” I set her foot on my lap.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. “I was never looking for anything serious and the idea of going home with someone who sought me out because of who I was… it just feels like that kind of woman wouldn’t be okay with me bouncing after and never speaking to her again—even if I was honest from the start. I’ve never had a problem with someone knowing who I am, but the women who approach me as fans… just feel different for me.”
She pulls her feet from my lap and nods.
“Sorry, it’s kind of weird to have this conversation with you when we’re… you know, but I wanted to be honest.”
“Honesty’s good. Really, I appreciate it.”
I’m sure that’s probably true, given the situation with her ex-fiancé. I scoot closer to her and rest my hand on her thigh.
“We never did talk about that… whether we were going to be seeing other people while the two of us…” She bites her bottom lip.
I stiffen. Is she trying to tell me that she wants to see other guys while we’re messing around?
“Is that something you want?” My eyes narrow and I ignore the sting in my chest.
She must notice because she chuckles. “Now who’s jealous?” Then she shakes her head. “No, I don’t want that, but I also don’t want to assume you’re not going to hook up with anyone else if we haven’t had the conversation.”
I exhale with relief. “Good, because like I said, I only have eyes for one woman right now.”
Her smile makes her eyes sparkle. “Great, let’s keep it that way.”
I bring my lips to hers, coasting my tongue over her lips until she opens for me. When she does, I moan at the taste of her and deepen our kiss.
After a minute, she pulls back and abruptly stands, holding out her hand. “Come with me.”
The look in her dark eyes is sinful, so I don’t bother asking why. I stand, take her hand, and let her lead me into her bedroom. It’s similar to the room I’m staying in, except this one is decorated in tones of champagne and ivory. Violet walks us over to the king-size bed and motions for me to have a seat.
“I’ll be back in a minute.” She turns.
I watch her ass as she makes her way to the connected bathroom. I sit there with bated breath, waiting for her to reappear. It doesn’t take long before she does.
She comes out of the bathroom attached to her bedroom wearing only a black lace thong. My cock instantly hardens at the sight of her tits swaying as she makes her way over to where I sit on the edge of the bed. Her nipples pucker under my attention and I lick my lips, desperate to feel the tightened buds between my teeth. Violet’s hair is down in waves, and the look in her eyes is one of determination.
“You look so fucking sexy.” My voice is rough like sandpaper, and I rest my hands on her hips when she comes to stand between my legs.
“I thought you might like it.” When she pushes both hands through my hair, my eyes drift closed.
When I open them, she’s staring at me with possession. Though that might normally spook me, I bask in the satisfaction that she apparently feels as territorial toward me as I do her. My right hand drifts to the space between her thighs to find her panties soaked, but she steps back.
I give her a confused look, and she drops to her knees. “Take your clothes off, Brady.”
