Page 64 of Dangerous Play

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Semi-finals were always nerve wracking especiallyagainst the Lions. Not because I was scared of them, but because they played dirty. Between the whole Ander and Ivy thing as well as the Dex and Kaia, it was all a ticking time bomb.

Ivy was clearly upset over her friend’s choice of partner. Dex went and hooked up with her on that booty call, but I didn’t want to tell Ivy and further annoy her. She had a lot on her mind.

“You are judging,” she muttered, laying on my bed. It was the night before the semis and the only distraction present were Ivy and some sci-fi movie she picked that I couldn’t care less about. I watched her blonde hair spill across my grey pillow, and she looked calm. She always looked calm and at peace when we were together. “Excited for Thanksgiving? Heard your mom gave you an earful.”

I winced. Apparently, I couldn’t exit the room fast enough for Ivy to not witness how upset my mom was that her only son is not only spending Thanksgiving with a girl they never met but is also potentially not going to spend Christmas with them.

“They will be here tomorrow, and they will come for the final as well,” I said with a shrug. “They will meet you. We are all having breakfast tomorrow morning and problem solved.”

“You’re very calm about it,” Ivy observed, pausing the movie and moving to sit by my side at the edge of the bed. Her fingers entangled in my hair, and she gently tugged it, making me look at her. “What is it?”

“Scouts are going to be there tomorrow. They are basically still auditioning me.”

“But why?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

I did everything well, hadn’t messed up other than that one goal pass, I was a team player, a motivator, I busted my ass to prove myself on and off the field. I even let Ivy force me to post all the soccer content on my Instagram and help me grow my online presence. My agents were over the moon with me, brand deals were coming my way from everywhere, yet it still wasn’t enough to land a spot on the National Team.

“I just don’t get it... I did everything.” I took a deep breath as my voice shook and I pushed my fingers through my messy hair.

Ivy caught my hand with hers, and moving it out of my hair, she placed it in her lap, her hand giving mine a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll dazzle them tomorrow. I know.”

I cracked a weak smile. It wasn’t like me to break down like this, it was completely out of character, but I just had enough. I was an asset, and with Sky retiring, there was no one better to fill his shoes.

“Sorry, I’m not in the greatest mood today,” I muttered, taking a deep breath. “If you want to go home.”

“And watch Tristan and Kaia?” Ivy groaned, reminding me she was simply hiding. “Plus, we have breakfast with your parents tomorrow morning.”

Kill me.I was planning to introduce her after the game and not before. I had enough shit going on without needing to put them through a fake parents meet.

“You are doing it again.” Ivy tugged my hand and straddled me out of the blue. “You are lost in thoughts beating yourself up.”

“How do you know?”

All I could think about was the way she rubbed herself over my still aching dick right then. I haven’t had sex in what felt like years, and the fact that my body developed its own mind when it came to Ivy wasn’t helping.

Embarrassing.

“Why don’t you let me take your mind off things? I never got to thank you for what you did at the beach.”

I’d been craving the taste of her pussy since that day. I wanted to rip her clothes off and feast on her, wondering if she tasted just as sweet as I imagined. The sounds of her coming apart in my arms still played on repeat every time I jerked off. But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted her.

“I don’t think we should cross that line,” I said, my voice raspier than I anticipated.

Ivy chuckled and brushed her nose over mine. “You’ve already crossed it. I’m just returning the favor. It’s only fair... and then... if we feel like crossing more lines, we have the whole night.”

She chose the worst possible moment to test my restraint because I didn’t have any.

“Blossom,” I croaked out, my lips brushing over hers. “I don’t have it in me to stop myself today. I won’t be a gentleman.”

“You don’t have to. I want you to let loose finally,” she whispered, peppering small kisses around my lips.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I pulled her all the way until my mouth crashed over hers and I kissed her with a feral need. There was no audience, no excuse this time. This was all us. And it felt divine. My head spun as she opened for me and I kissed her deeper, fully devouring her. Every little moan, every panting sigh was swallowed by me as I explored every inch of her mouth.

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