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The crowd's cheers erupted as soon as the jersey was on, and apparently Ari was right…they did love a show, because they were even louder than they’d been before.
Lincoln nodded and mouthed an “I love you,” before he skated back to start play.
“If Lincoln doesn’t kill you, I’m going to kill you,” I hissed at Ari with a hand over my mouth to hide my words since the jumbotron wasstillon us.
Ari pulled Blake into him and laughed. “Please. I just made sure you’ll get the best sex of your life. I’m a hero.”
“Make sure he knows I had nothing to do with it!” Walker inserted in a panicked voice.
And we all laughed.
7
Lincoln
Iwas playing with her.
But it was torturing us both.
It had taken all of my control to play it cool for the rest of the game.
And now as we headed to dinner.
My hand was on her thigh as I pretended to listen to the story Ari was telling, my finger slowly stroking higher inch by inch.
Her body was tense as she sat next to me, her gaze constantly flicking towards me, wondering when I was going to make my move.
I had to torture her…at least a little bit.
I’d once promised her if she ever wore another man’s jersey…I would kill him.
Unfortunately in this case…I loved the fucker.
Or maybe I could just control myself from killing Ari because I knew how obsessed he was with Blake.
More obsessed than she could even comprehend.
As if he could sense I was thinking about him, the bastard winked at me while he continued on with his story.
I couldn’t kill him. But when we played next I would probably maim him…at least a little bit.
I played with a piece of her hair, picturing myself wrapping it around my fist as I fucked her from behind. Shifting in my seat because my dick was all of a sudden like a rock.
“So, where are we going?” Blake asked as Ari slid her from her seat onto his lap.
“Mmmh, what’s your favorite fancy dinner in New York, sunshine?” he murmured, nuzzling into her hair.
It was still a little weird to see him like that. How he acted with Blake was completely different than how he’d acted with anyone in the past. They’d been nothing, and he’d treated him like that–cold and distant so they didn’t get the wrong idea. He treated Blake like…she was everything.
I could understand the feeling.
“Yo Disney, can you get some “Christmas Tree Farm” playing? I’m in the mood for a little…Tay Tay.”
Walker was manning the music for the drive, but so far he was mostly just playing all of Ari’s favorite songs.
“What about “Tis The Damn Season”?” Walker asked, scrolling through some songs.
“Is that a Christmas song?” asked Blake. “It’s kind of depressing.”
