Page 75 of Gridlocked on the Gridiron

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “Please don’t cry, sweet girl. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

She hiccuped as she tried pushing back the tears. “No, no. I’m okay. I just…I didn’t realize you felt that way about me.”

“Does it change anything?” he asked hopefully.

Lucia imagined for a minute what a life with Colton could have looked like. More sessions in her office. More movie nights in his hotel rooms, cuddled up against him. More waving like a buffoon from the analyst box when he turned to look at her after a spectacular play. More Thanksgivings where she felt free and happy. A lifetime of texts that made her smile.

And then she remembered the little girl who’d waited at the bus stop all alone because her father hadn’t been able to get out of bed. The little girl who’d fallen off a stool and cracked a tooth while trying to cook herself dinner because she’d been tired of eating frozen macaroni and cheese. The woman who’d taken a chance on a man who’d only pretended he wanted a wife who loved football, when in reality, all he’d wanted was a trophy wife who kept quiet. The woman who’d continued to give someone the chance to prove her wrong, while persistently being proven right.

She cursed the universe for making the mistake of giving her Max when she’d needed Colton. But it was too late for her.

She shook her head. “It can’t. It can’t change anything”

Colton moved away from her, eyes closing as he let out a breath. He nodded once. “Okay. Then let’s do our last night right. Let’s go home.”

Home. She liked the sound of that too much. To cover up that fact, she whispered, “Only if you promise not to be nice.”

Surprise registered on his face only briefly before they said goodbye to their friends and left the party. The silence between them in the car was tense, full of anticipation. At her request, they went to her house, and he helped her out of the car, taking her keys from her and unlocking her door.

And then he was closing it and pressing her against it, his kiss sweet and delicious, a hand on her waist and the other pushing against the door right beside her head. She bit his lower lip, sucking on it gently before letting it go, and then he groaned, and the kiss became something else entirely.

He picked her up and walked her to her kitchen, all the while keeping his lips on hers. When he set her down and backed away from her, she frowned.

“What happened?”

“Luc, how much have you had to drink tonight?”

“Barely anything.” A lie, but despite the two or three drinks, she felt surprisingly sober.

“Liar.”

She crossed her arms, hoping it pushed her tits up, the silver sparkles of her dress sending light all around them. She grinned when his eyes fell to them.

“Colton”—she drew out the last letter—“I know you wanna fuck me.”

He swallowed, his eyes flicking back up to her eyes. “I want to do unfathomable things to you, Moretti. But I won’t unless I know you’re sober enough to remember tomorrow how hard I make you come tonight.”

She could feel herself getting wet at the thought of what he might do to her. “What do you want me to do? You want me to walk a straight line while tapping my nose with each pointer finger at intervals? Want me to breathe into a breathalyzer? How can I prove to you that I’m sober enough for you to ruin me tonight, officer?” In a way she wasn’t certain made her seem less drunk, she continued, “Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T—”

“Luc,” he groaned. His hand ran over the bulge in his pants, and Lucia wanted that honor.

“Come ruin me, Superstar,” she purred. Her confidence astounded even her, but Colton did something to her that no other man had been able to.

He must’ve decided that she was sober enough, because he was on her in an instant, a strong hand cupping her face and a finger dropping down, down, down until her legs were widening and a whimper left her mouth.

“I want you to wear this dress while you come all over my cock.” He buried a hand in her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. His breath swirled against the column of her throat before he pressed kisses to it.

Lucia slid a hand down his toned chest and stomach before she landed on that bulge. She fumbled with his belt, frustrated. When she finally got him free of his pants, he hissed at her touch. She smiled innocently at him, batting her eyelashes as she pulled him to rest at her entrance.

His body stilled. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this dress?” The noise he made was primal. He kissed her hard, rubbing himself against her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, needing him inside of her.

She heard the sound of foil ripping, and her eyebrows came together, even as she continued enjoying the feel of him pressed against her. “You had a condom in your pocket? You knew this was gonna happen?”

“Car. Grabbed it before we came in.” He grunted the words out as he pumped the condom over his erection and placed it back at her entrance. His hand palmed her body until it reached her ass, and he picked her up easily.

He slipped into her, his hands on her hips, holding her up. For a second, she marveled at the strength it must’ve taken to hold her up with just his arms, and then she was digging her nails into well-muscled shoulders and moaning.

“Yes, Colton, please.”

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