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“Come for me, Dawson,” she whispers. “I want to feel that hot, sticky come all over my hand.”
Jesus, fuck.
Hearing those words coming out of her sweet, innocent mouth sends a blast of heat washing through me. And that does it. I throw my head back and grunt as I erupt. I watch my come spilling down her fingers.
Devon has a glint of wonder in her eyes and a salacious smile on her lips as she keeps squeezing me, sliding her hand up and down, making sure she gets every last drop out of me. She raises her gaze to mine and laughs softly.
“My god, Devon. That was incredible.”
“This whole night’s been incredible. Every last bit of it.”
“I can’t wait to do it all again.”
“Me either.”
“Good girl.”
8
DAWSON
“Where are we going?” Devon asks.
“You’ll see.”
I guide my Navigator through the traffic in downtown LA. After taking her out for a nice dinner, I promised her a surprise. Everything in me wants to take her back to my place and fuck her senseless, but there’s another part of me that just wants to spend time with her. That wants to talk to her. That just enjoys being with her. Get to know her better. Which surprises me as hell because I like my own company and prefer being alone.
She laughs. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“I’m really not.”
It's my first night back in town after a brief three-game road trip. I was gone for about a week, and my mind was consumed by thoughts of Devon. Memories of going down on her in the back of my Navigator filled my mind. I couldn’t stop remembering the sweet, musky taste of her, the feeling of her soft, silky pussy against my mouth, and the way she writhed against me as I fucked her with my tongue. Nor could I stop thinking about the warm feel of her hand, so delicate and nimble, wrapped around me, squeezing and pumping it until I came harder than I think I’ve ever come in my life.
I was away from her for less than a week, but every moment of my day was filled with thoughts of getting back to her. She’s become my obsession. We called and even Facetimed while I was away, but it wasn’t the same as getting to look into those sparkling emerald eyes or hearing her laughter ringing in my ears. And it’s definitely not the same as being able to feel her warm, soft skin against mine.
While I was away, I found myself craving those simple things. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Devon makes me feel things that are completely new to me—and I like it. I like it quite a lot.
“I watched your games while you were away,” she says.
“Did you now?”
“Well, two of them. The third game wasn’t on TV here, but I saw you play against Minnesota and Detroit. You were on fire. ESPN said you’re the hottest player in the game right now and it’s like you found the fountain of youth.”
I glance over at her, smile, and squeeze her hand. “I think I did.”
Devon blushes and looks away, biting her bottom lip, completely unaware of how much that little gesture turns me on. I have to keep myself from pulling over and fucking her in the back seat right now. Our swing through Minnesota, Detroit, and Buffalo had netted three wins and put us on something of a hot streak. Personally, I had four goals and five assists in those three games. Nine points in three games. That probably does make me the hottest player in the game right now. That’s not what matters most to me, though.
“Anyway, let the wonks at ESPN say what they want. I don’t care,” I tell her. “All that matters to me is we picked up six points and we’re starting to find a rhythm. A playoff spot isn’t completely out of reach.”
“I’m not sure what all that means, but I’m really glad you’re playing well…that your team is playing well.”
I laugh. “Thanks, doll. You can have Sammy explain the way points work. She seems to know the game pretty well. I’d rather not talk shop though because tonight’s about us.”
“That sounds nice. Now, where are we going?”
“Have you always been this impatient?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
