Page 72 of The Perfect Snipe

Chapter 30

Cat

The ride home from Sunnybrook had been quiet. I’m not surprised. It had been an overwhelming day between physically moving my grandmother in, the stress of not knowing if she’d pull something at the last minute, and also the tension of the game today. But the Minotaurs made it to the playoffs and my grandmother loves her new place.

So far.

I take Leo’s hand in mine as we walk up the pathway to the front door. “Thank you. For everything today.”

“No problem, Hellcat. Rosa’s important to all of us.” The corner of his mouth pulls up. “You know Mykyta and Roan were the first ones to volunteer to help. Swear they were even trying to outdo one another. While I expected the response from Mosquito, Roan surprised me. Not sure what your grandmother did at Supercharged, but he’s coming out of his shell a bit.”

I walk through the door, releasing his hand, and toeing off my sneakers. “Do you really want to know? The things that come out of that woman’s mouth sometimes are better left unheard.”

He chuckles, nodding.

We hang up our jackets and I step toward him, placing my hand on his chest. “I’m so happy you guys made it to the playoffs. And anything you need, just let me know. I’m fully aware you’re going to be under a lot more pressure, but I’m here to support you. We all are.”

His fingers thread through my hair as he leans down, pressing his lips gently against mine in a chaste kiss. “Thank you.”

My eyes drop to his full lips before I take his bottom one between my teeth, biting down. Then I pull back, fisting his T-shirt in my hands and pulling him along with me as I walk down the hall. “Think I should thank you properly for today.”

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?" His voice is husky and low.

Releasing his shirt, I drop my hand down to his groin, palming him and giving a squeeze. “So hard already,Sparkles.”

He growls low and deep as he lunges forward and throws me over his shoulder.

“Put me down, you brute.”

His palm cracks hard across my ass and I let out a throaty moan. “Keep talking, Hellcat. I dare you.”

“We both know how much you like me running my mouth. How much you think about stuffing it.” I reach down and smack his ass, hard. “I bet you jerk off to thinking about it all the time, blowing your load like a thirteen-year-old boy.”

His palm cracks down on my ass again, the sting radiating over the heated flesh. I arch, lifting it higher, wanting him to do it again. Instead, he stalks into my room and tosses me on the bed.

“Trust me, that mouth will be stuffed.” He unbuckles his belt, pulling it from the loops. “Get undressed, Hellcat. Now.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Not with how dark and hungry his eyes are. And his dick is pressed against the zipper of his jeans as if trying to punch its way through.

Unlike last time, I don’t bother teasing and taking my time. I yank my shirt over my head, but when I reach to unclasp my bra Leo twists me around and grabs my wrists. “Uh, how am I supposed to strip?”

“Change of plans.”

The leather of his belt is soft, yet unyielding, as it tightens around my wrists, pulling them together behind my back. Wetness pools between my legs. Where the hell did this part of him come from?

Once the belt is secured, he spins me around and pushes me down on my back. “Now it’s time to take care of that mouth of yours.”

I narrow my eyes, lips curving up into a wicked smirk. “Oh, baby. I don’t need my hands to make you scream. Trust me, I remember how you lost control when I sucked your dick and swirled my tongue around your balls.”

He adjusts himself but doesn’t say a word as he grabs my leggings and pulls them off in one swoop, tossing them onto the floor. I spread my legs open, giving him a teasing view of my pussy, barely covered by the thin fabric of my purple lace thong.

Leo quirks a brow and leans forward, running a finger over the material. “So wet for me, soaked your panties.” He hooks his finger into the material, running his knuckle along the folds of my aching pussy before he yanks them off.

I arch off the bed when our eyes meet and he licks my arousal off his knuckle. “Eat me, Leo. Please, lick my pussy. Please.”

“So needy. But no.” He crawls over me, then pushes his thumb into my mouth, pulling down gently on my jaw. “Open.”

And I do.

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