She was hot on my heels.
“What the fuck is your problem?” she demanded, catching me by the arm and turning me to face her. I could have easily shrugged her off if I wanted to, but maybe part of me was ready for the fight.
“My problem?” I asked incredulously, and I didn’t care if half the guys left in the locker room had stopped celebrating now and were very tuned in to our conversation. I stepped into her, towering over her as she sank away. “I’m happy, Li.”
I paused, letting those words sink in as I breathed over her. Her narrowed eyes softened, something like pain flashing in those blue irises.
“Can you accept that and just… fucking let me be happy?”
I waited for only a moment to see if she had anything to say to that, and when she didn’t utter a word, I just shook my head and turned, leaving her and the rest of the team behind as I headed for the bus.
I waited until most of the team had gone out, until all the coaches had retired to their rooms and put Holden in charge of letting them know if anything went wrong. I almost felt bad for our QB, our captain, our most responsible leader. He wore a lot of weight on his shoulders.
But he wore it proudly.
“You sure you don’t want to come?” he asked me at the door of our hotel room, and I knew he was asking less because he wanted me to party, and more because he didn’t want to be alone with the motley crew we called a team — especially after such a win.
I smiled. “Sorry, man. I’ve got other plans.”
Holden smirked at that, but he didn’t make to head out. He just watched me, his eyes assessing.
“What?”
He shrugged. “Nothing. I just… I’m sorry, about what I said earlier this season. About Giana being a rebound. I can tell she’s much more than that for you.”
I grabbed the back of my neck. “Well, honestly… you weren’t wrong. At least, not at first. But now?” I shook my head. “I’m so far gone for that girl it’s fucking terrifying.”
Holden laughed. “Yeah, well, I wouldn’t know what that feels like. But I trust you. And I’m happy for you.” He pointed at me then. “Just stay focused on the season, okay? And don’t let your grades slip. You can spend all spring doting on her, but I need you for a few more months.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” I said with a salute. “You really have never been like this with a girl?”
“Come on, Johnson,” he said, thumping his chest. “You know football is the only love of my life.”
I arched a brow. “Yeah… we’ll see how long that lasts.”
He just smiled on his way out the door, and as soon as he was gone, I texted Giana to make sure the coast was clear.
Fortunately, she didn’t have to share a hotel room the way the guys on the team did — she and Riley were the only ones afforded that luxury. Even when Charlotte came, she was too bougie to share a room with an employee. But she hadn’t come to this game at all, leaving it completely in Giana’s hands while she attended a friend’s wedding on the other side of the country.
That, alone should have told Giana and everyone else how good she was at her job.
I snuck quietly down the hall to the elevator, taking it two floors up to where Giana’s room was. She opened the door before I could even knock, pulling me inside and immediately melting into my arms.
Her scent invaded me, hair freshly shampooed and smelling like raspberries as she kissed me deep and long. I inhaled that kiss, that woman, wrapping her up as tightly as I could as I blindly walked us inside her room.
“I’ve missed you,” she breathed against my lips.
“You saw me this morning. And all game.”
“Shut up and tell me you’ve missed me, too.”
I chuckled, still kissing her as I laid her in the bed, and everything about her was comfortable and pure. Her wet hair, her warm skin, her oversized t-shirt and tiny sleep shorts that I loved so much — it all felt like home.
She felt like home.
“I’ve missed you, too,” I murmured, sliding between her legs and framing her with my biceps on the bed. “I’ve missed your smile,” I said, kissing her lips. “And your laugh.” Another kiss as she laughed to appease me. “And the feel of you wrapped around me.”
She took the cue, ankles hooking behind my ass as she pulled me down for a deeper kiss. Her tongue was eager, meeting mine on the heels of a soft whimper as she rolled her body against mine.
I groaned, pinning her hips against the bed to stop her. “Woman,” I warned.
“I’m fine,” she protested, fighting against my hold. “It’ll hurt for a second, yes, but I want it. I want you.”
Jesus Christ.
How any man could deny Giana Jones was beyond me.
I certainly wasn’t the man to try, not with her gripping me and pulling me into her and demanding that I give her more.
It was different than last night, our moves slower and softer as we took turns undressing one another. I peppered kisses down her abdomen when her shirt was gone, helping her out of her sleep shorts before I settled between her thighs ready to feast.
It was an addiction, how my body hummed to life at the sound of her pleasure. I reveled in the fact that it was me giving it to her, that she twisted her hands in the sheets more and more with every swipe of my tongue over her.
I took my time, kissing and licking and sucking until her pussy was soaked and swollen and aching for relief. I wanted her nice and warm and ready for me to help combat the soreness I knew she was experiencing after her first time.
When she started spreading her legs wider, eyes squeezing shut as she chased her release, I slowed, kissing my way back up to her mouth.
“No,” she mewled, and I laughed against her lips before rolling us so she was on top.
“So impatient,” I teased.
She straddled my waist, her slick lips gliding along my shaft without a barrier between us. We both hissed at the sensation, and before I could stop her, Giana rolled her hips to do it again, to feel me slip between her lips and tease her entrance.
She sank, just an inch, just enough to fit my crown at the tight opening of her.
Enough for both of us to see stars.
I gripped her hips hard, halting her as I groaned through every urge that beast inside me was signaling to slam her down on my cock and fill her up, raw and without restraint. Somehow, I managed a breath, managed to reach over for the condom I’d sat on the nightstand and roll it over me.
Then, Giana’s hands found my chest, and I held myself steady for her as she slowly lowered down.
When the tip of me sank inside her, we both moaned, her nails digging into my flesh as I gripped her ass in equal measure. I helped lift her, just a little before she sank down even more.
“Oh God,” she breathed, rolling her hips as she repeated the motion. “It feels so fucking good like this.”
I loosened my grip on her, letting her take control and letting myself appreciate the full fucking beauty of her naked body as she rode me. She rolled it as she found her rhythm, sinking a bit more each time until finally, she took all of me inside her.
She gasped, and I bit back a groan at the feeling of her walls clenching around me. “Fucking Christ, Kitten,” I cursed, my words rasped as she pressed up onto her knees, coming all the way off before she sank down again in one fluid motion.