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“Well, since you said please, good girl,” he says, pushing me upward as he stands us both up. Turning me around, he bends me over the plush chair. Pushing my cheek into the chair, he yanks his own pants down before shoving the fabric of my thong to the side and grazing his fingertips between my legs.
Using the same hand, he brushes his fingertips across my throat. “Feel yourself, baby. That’s how ready you are for me to take you.” His hand cups my neck, tightening slowly.
Pushing the head of his cock inside of me, he bites my shoulder lightly. Little by little, the sting becomes less and less until he moves in a rhythm. His grip on my neck tightens, and even though I never imagined enjoying being choked, the harder he does it…the more turned on I am. And he must feel how wet I am because he puts his lips closer to my ear.
“Dirty fucking girl, you love me choking you as I bend you over this way, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine.
“That’s what I thought. Because you’re practically dripping on my cock, baby.”
I still hear the sound of the music from the club in the background, but my brain can only focus on the sound of his hips as they smack against my asscheeks.
Releasing his hold on my neck, he grabs a fistful of my hair and presses my face a little harder into the chair. “This ass, Sutton. Jesus fucking Christ, it looks good from this angle. Watching you suck my cock into your greedy pussy, squeezing me because you love it.” He barks the words out as his other hand moves to my ass, digging his fingertips into it. “God, you take me so good. Like you were made for me to fuck.”
That’s all it takes. A combination of filthy words and him filling me to the max brings on a tsunami of an orgasm out of nowhere, making me grip the chair as a stabilizer even though it’s useless.
“Coming inside of you,” he mutters low, thrusting harder as he trembles above me.
I feel him release inside of me, drenching me more as I suck in as much air into my lungs as I can get. And after a moment or two, he leans down and kisses my back.
“You’re making me lose my mind, Little Bird,” his voice rasps.
“I could say the same about you,” I whisper just as he releases me.
Standing up, I adjust myself before grabbing a robe that hangs on the rack. I open my mouth to say something—anything to fill the silence—when a knock at the door startles both of us.
“Sutton, I know you’re in there,” Ryann’s voice hisses. “Open up. Now.”
My eyes widen as I glance at Hunter, who shrugs. But I walk over to the door and open it a few inches.
“I’m going to tell the boss that you felt sick and had to leave right away.” She narrows her eyes. “Go out the back and get the hell out of here.” She sticks her head further in the door and looks at Hunter before her eyes move back to mine. “But figure it out, Sutton. Boss doesn’t like messy drama, and I have a feeling that’s what this shit show in here is going to be.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t say sorry. Just get out of here before she comes back here and sees your puck boy in her changing room.” She sends me a warning glare. “Go home, Sutton. Go home and figure your shit out.”
“Okay,” I utter.
And then she’s gone.
Hunter
The start to the ride home is quiet, and I’m wondering what is going on inside that pretty little head of hers. This night is the complete opposite of what I thought would happen. I thought we’d win our game. I figured I’d find Sutton and give her the information about her mother. We’d kick it for a bit, and then I’d go home with blue balls. Instead, we lost our game, and Sutton wound up being a fucking stripper.
The thing is, if this were even a month ago, I would be impressed. I spent my life thinking she was a sheep, doing what she was told. Following her family’s wishes blindly. Then, I got to actually know her. And now, I can’t stand the thought of her doing that for a living.
“If it’s about the money, I’ll give you whatever you need,” I blurt out, breaking the silence. “Just name it, and it’s done.”
Her head turns toward me right away, and she narrows her eyes. “You fucking asshole.Of courseit’s about the damn money! I’m a college kid with no family and a ton of medical bills! But do you really think I would trade being controlled by my parents to being bought by you? You actually think that? How dense are you?”
Pulling the truck over, I slam it into park. “I don’t give a fuck, Sutton. Really, I don’t.” I glare at her. “You want me the same way I want you. I’m fucking done pretending.”
“You don’t know what you’re even saying!” she screeches. “Up until a few weeks ago, you were set on making Paige so jealous that she would come crawling back to you! Now what? You think you and I should be together? That I’d actually agree to be your rebound?”
I slam my fist against the steering wheel. “I don’t fucking know what I think, Sutton! You’ve clouded every fucking thought in my brain. And now, all I see is you.” I shake my head, throwing it back against the headrest. “At practice, at the game—which we lost, by the way. When I’m with friends. Every. Fucking. Second. All I can see is you. And now, I find out that there’re hundreds of nasty fuckers looking at you? Seeing what should be mine? Jesus Christ, Sutton. How do you want me to feel?”
“I won’t quit my job simply because you think I should,” she snaps. “I’m not that pathetic.”
