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I groaned and grabbed her shoulders, turning her away from me, then patted her ass to get her moving. “Let’s go, lass.”
Her hips swayed seductively as she sashayed toward the door. Since no one was looking, I quickly adjusted the steel pipe in my pants, hoping it wouldn’t be as obvious. She was too fucking beautiful, and I almost ordered her to sit her ass down and then spend the day hiding her in my office. I needed to get my ring on her finger ASAP, then people would immediately know she was taken and I wouldn’t be fighting the urge to kill any man who looked at her.
I sighed and prowled over to her, grabbing her hand to pull her to a stop before she walked out the door.
“One second,” I told her before stalking to the couch and picking up my red Nighthawks hoodie that had “O’Hara” stitched on the back. It wasn’t a ring, but it would do the job for now.
She peppered me with questions as I showed her around, and it warmed my heart that she was so eager to learn about my second love. When I took her out on the field, I showed her a couple of plays that all ended with me tackling her to the ground and stealing kisses.
I plundered her mouth with my tongue, and she gasped when she felt the hard bulge pressing between her legs. My self-control was waning, so I reluctantly broke the kiss and jumped to my feet. Then I helped her up before grabbing her hips and tossing her over my shoulder.
She protested, but it was lost in her fit of laughter as I jogged back to the tunnel. Rather than taking her to the team locker room, I made my way to the one for the visitors. I waited until we were inside and the door was shut and locked before slowly letting her body slide down mine until she was on her feet.
“Are we going to neck like teenagers now?” she whispered.
I laughed and laced our fingers together, leading her toward a door on the opposite wall. “Neck? Maybe if it was 1955.” Pushing the door open, I pulled her into a room that was set up for injured players, which meant there was a padded exam table. “I hate to disappoint you.” Picking her up once again, I set her on the makeshift bed, then cupped her tits while I leaned in close. “But these days, we call it fucking.”
9
LORNA
Watching Cole coach a game from the press box had been exciting. But surprisingly, the wildest moment of the afternoon had been when the kiss cam zeroed in on us while the Nighthawks defense had been on the field. I hadn’t realized that anyone had noticed me up there with him until one of the sportscasters had nudged him and jerked his chin toward the big screen.
Our kiss had been blasted across the stadium to a lot of applause, but it was quickly forgotten when Micah Daughtry intercepted the ball and got the Nighthawks within scoring distance. Cole went back into coaching mode, and they got a touchdown only a minute later that ended up winning them the game.
Instead of going to The End Zone with some of the team, we went to his house and headed straight for the bedroom for a different kind of celebration.
“I’ve thought about having this sweatshirt off you and on my floor since the first time I put it on you,” Cole growled, pulling the Nighthawks hoodie over my head and tossing it to the floor.
My breath caught in my throat as he tilted my chin, his bright blue eyes darkening as he peered into mine. “As much as the idea of fucking you in the locker room turns me on, I’d hate to have to hurt one of my players for seeing something they shouldn’t. I’m the only one who gets to enjoy the sight of you like this.”
My chest heaved as his eyes roamed over my body, wearing nothing but my skinny jeans and a lacy black bra. The one I’d been thankful I’d chosen when he’d peeled it off me last night…and hopefully would again very soon.
“I have no problem with that since you’re the only guy I’ve ever wanted to get naked in front of,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked down.
He forced my gaze back to his. “You don’t need to look away or be embarrassed when you tell me shit like that, lass.”
“It’s just that I feel kind of awkward talking about how inexperienced I was before I met you,” I confessed.
“Then I’m not doing a good enough job of letting you know how fucking much I appreciate being your one and only.” He moved one of my hands to his cock, straining against his jeans. “You gotta remember, this thing between us goes both ways. Every inch of me is all yours. Do you hear me?”
“Yes,” I managed to breathe, my pulse racing over his raspy declaration.
“Good girl,” he growled before his lips crashed against mine.
He tasted like the mint gum he chomped on while in the press booth, and every part of him filled my senses, from the soap we used this morning in the shower to his woodsy cologne. And I loved all of it.
He gripped my ass, lifting me from the ground as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. I may have just lost my virginity to him almost a week ago, but everything about the way we moved together just seemed natural, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I really was his.
He carried me as if I weighed nothing, his lips going from my mouth and down to my neck, nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh as he led me to the bed. After placing me in the center of the mattress, he kneeled at the edge. His hungry eyes roamed over my body as he peeled off my boots and jeans, leaving me in nothing but my bra and little black thong. His gaze stayed on mine as he kissed up my legs, his breath quickening as he skirted over my inner thighs before he inhaled deeply.
“I’ve been waiting all day to feast on your pussy. Do you want me to taste you, lass? Do you want me to fuck you with my tongue until you’re coming all over my face?”
“Yes, please,” I managed to breathe, goose bumps prickling over my skin at his dirty talk.
“Good, because this pussy is mine,” he growled, ripping off my thong and tossing it to the side.
I didn’t have the chance to complain about the torn fabric before he plunged his tongue deep inside my wet folds. All reason to object left my body in the form of a deep moan.
