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“Isn't it ironic that they couldn't even show up tonight?” Phoebe adds, letting out a sarcastic laugh. “They probably had some happy hour come up that was more important than their daughter's first game,” she scoffs.
“Phoebe…” I say, searching for the right words to say. I haven’t let go of her hand, and all I can think to do is tighten my grip.
“Do you know the last time I spoke to my parents was when my mom called to ask about my diet? Aside from that, they sent me a text about the game tonight. A fucking text. Then, to top it all off, they don’t even show up.” She sulks, pulling her hand from mine to wipe at a lone tear rolling down her cheek.
Before another falls, I reach across the console and slide my hand into her hair, gripping her beautiful face in my palm. Swiping away another hot tear with my thumb, I reach over and gently brush my lips across her skin, kissing away her salty tears.
Fuck, what did I just do?I just wanted to take away her pain. I can’t stand to see her cry.
As I pull my lips from her cheeks, I find her big blue eyes staring at me intently. Her face is less than an inch away from mine, and I can feel her soft exhales brush against my skin. Her eyes roam down to my lips, before traveling back up to hold my gaze, telling me exactly what she wants.
“Phoebe…” I rasp, tightening my grip in her hair, unable to say anything but her name.
“Knox…” she whispers back.
“Phoebe, please tell me to stop. You have to tell me to stop,” I beg, my throat thick with emotion, knowing exactly where this is headed. I don’t have the strength to pull away.
She takes a deep inhale at my words. “There's nothing more that I want right now,” she pleads.
“Tell me. What do you want, Phoebe?” I ask, my question coming out as a whisper.
“You, I wantyou.”
I lose all control.
I slam my mouth to hers, bringing my free hand to her face so I’m cradling her cheeks in my palms. I can’t help the deep groan that escapes me when she parts her lips and allows my tongue entrance into her hot mouth. The second our tongues collide, my already hard dick twitches painfully in my pants.She tastes so damn good.
Phoebe whimpers as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me in, bringing us chest to chest. I can feel her heart beating frantically in her chest, and damn, the noises coming from her are the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard in my entire life.Kissing has never felt this good before.I’ve fantasized about what this moment would be like, never imagining it would actually happen. It’s better than I could’ve ever imagined.
When we finally part for air, I can’t resist running my lips down her jaw and latching onto her soft neck.
“Knox, oh my God,” she moans as I suck and nip at her neck. “Please, don’t stop.” It’s a breathy moan, one that goes straight to my cock.Godammit.
As I lather her neck in wet kisses, she glides her fingers down my chest and underneath my shirt, slowly running her hands up my bare abs. I groan as her hand travels to my pecs, brushing a finger over a nipple.
“Fuck, Phoebe. I need your mouth,” I groan again, before tangling my hands in her hair and sealing her mouth to mine.
As we devour each other, Phoebe attempts to slowly work her way over the console and into my lap, when a phone rings. I internally curse, knowing this is the end of our impromptu make-out session. To my surprise, though, Phoebe shuts that thought down.
“Mmmm, just ignore it,” she utters between kisses, and that’s exactly what we do. I suck on Phoebe’s tongue before paying attention to her bottom lip, sucking and biting it between my teeth.
“Knox, that feels so good,” she whimpers, placing one of her legs between mine, trying to position herself on top of me. Fuck, if she sits on my dick, I’m going to blow like a teenager. This could get embarrassing real fast. Before I have a chance to move her off me, her phone rings again.
“You should get that; it could be serious,” I breathe out, suctioning my mouth to her neck again. It’s probably going to leave a hickey, but I don’t fucking care. I hope her best friendColinsees it.
She groans in frustration at my suggestion, sliding off me to check her phone. Her lips are red and swollen, her cheeks flushed with heat. Knowing I’m the one who did that her makes me fuckingferal.
“Umm, hey Maisie,” she answers, clearly flustered. “Yeah, sorry. Colin gave me a ride. I’ll be right in.”
Oh shit.Maisie’s calling. What if she saw my Jeep in the parking lot? I mean, I tried to park in a discreet area, but we sure as hell aren't hidden. What if Maisie knows Colin isn't with Phoebe?
Shit.What the hell are we doing?I just made out with one of my athletes while she’s in a vulnerable state over her family. I blatantly took advantage of her. What is wrong with me? My dick suddenly starts to soften as I realize what I did.I feel sick.
“Knox, did you hear me? We have a few more minutes if you want to…”
“No,” I say harshly, cutting her off. “This was a mistake. I’m sorry, Phoebe. I took advantage of you. This is wrong; it should have never happened.” Frustrated beyond belief, I run my hands through my hair.
She furrows her brows and scrunches her nose in what I’m assuming is confusion. “What are you talking about? I told you I wanted it. Please don’t…”
