Page 20 of Dario

Much later Igo to the arena with a belly full of nerves. It was easy to tease Dario on the phone but knowing that I'm going to see him in person makes me nervous. I know I shouldn't be, especially after his answer to my last text. But that's the way I am. When I woke up, I couldn't believe that I had sent those messages. I feel different with Dario. More relaxed.

Walking through the tunnel to the team locker room makes me nervous. Dodge is with me, but the echo of our footsteps has my ears straining for extra steps, so we won't be caught unaware.

Dodge glances at me a few times, but he calms down as soon as Dario appears. He barely stops to thank Dodge before he picks me up and carries me into a room. He flips on the light switch. "Coach's office," he says in a kind of explanation. Then his lips meet mine in a crushing kiss.

As his lips linger on my flesh, I feel a rush of emotions I have never experienced before. Dario's presence makes me feel safe and exhilarated at the same time, making my heart race with anticipation.

He pulls away from my mouth and pants heavily. "You seduced me with a threat of a nipple picture? Fuck, woman, all I could think about this afternoon was your pierced nipple." He growls and goes for my mouth again. His hands move down my body, sending shivers down my spine. I melt into his touch, feeling desire and want.

I grab one of his hands from my bottom and place it over the part of me that is driving him crazy. We both moan as he squeezes my breast. "I need to see." He pulls up the shirt and curses. "No bra." His wet, hot mouth sucks my nipple and the piece of silver deep. My fingers claw into his hair as I hold him against me. I arch my back, wanting more of his touch, more of his passion.

"I didn't know you loved it so much."

“Baby," he cracks, "I crave every single part of you, but knowing you have a pierced nipple has driven me crazy." He grabs my hand and pushes it down his pants. "The cups are not designed for an erection."

I giggle. "Not even a love pole?"

He grins. "I don't care what we call it, as long as we agree that it's huge and belongs inside you."

"Dario," I moan. Our lips meet in a fiery kiss, our bodies pressing together. I finally get a grip on his hot rod. I giggle into his mouth. "I want to see that pole in your pants."

Suddenly the door bursts open. Dario pulls down my shirt and twists around. My cheeks heat as I try to hide Dario behind me. It's Van who coaches the major league team. He lets out a string of Russian before leaving. I sigh in relief. Van comes back in. "No fucking in the office!" The door slams behind him.

I don't move as I watch the door. He doesn't reappear.

Dario puts his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. He nuzzles my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of being truly safe in his arms. In that moment, all worries and fears melt away, leaving only the comforting presence of Dario.

"I'm sorry I jumped at you. I promise I’ll be patient." His lips brush my earlobe. "Even though I couldn't think of anything but your pierced nipple, it's the whole package I crave, Gemma. I can't stop thinking about you. I don't want to be away from you. I know this is new for you, but it's new for me too." He turns me around so I'm facing him, his hands moving up to cup my face. His forehead falls to mine.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Dario. I want you as much as you want me." I raise my eyebrows. "Did I feel metal on the head of your cock?"

He moans. "I have to get back to the team, but not before I make sure you have someone with you." He plants a lingering kiss on my lips and holds me at arm's length. "You look beautiful in my jersey."

Up in the suite,I feel on edge. Davygives me strange looks and Wyatt has attempted to come over to me a couple of times but gets waylaid. I mess with my phone for something to do just as a message pops up.

Wayne: Are you at the game? I’m here too!

No way!

Me: What are you doing here?

Wayne: Watching the game, what else? I have a spare seat. Do you want it?

Me: No, thank you.

Another message pops up.

Unknown: I know where you are, slut!

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: You will find out when I’m ready.

Scared, I glance up and catch Dodge’s eye. He notices there is something wrong and then Rosie does too. I show them the messages as soon as they reach me. “It wasn’t Davy. I’ve been watching him. He has no phone in his hands.”

Dodge sends a message to Wayne:

Me: What is your seat number? I’ll come and say hello.

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