Page 92 of The Game

“I mean it. I came here looking for something I’d lost, and I thought it was you. I thought you would be the one to make me whole again. But I was wrong. I was all messed up, and I took it out on you both. But I’m figuring things out now and I wanted to let you know I am sorry. I know it doesn’t make upfor what I did, but it’s all I’ve got.” She’s wringing her hands together and it seems sincere.

“What are you expecting from me?” Cole asks.

“Nothing. I don’t expect an apology or your friendship, but we had a lot of good years together, and I owed you that. I’m going home to Florida after the school year is over, so this is goodbye. Congratulations on your win. It was amazing, and I’ll be rooting for your team wherever you end up.”

With that, she gives a tentative smile, turns around and walks away.

“That was unexpected,” Cole says as we stare at each other.

“Completely. I’m not one to wish someone ill, so I hope she figures herself out.”

His brow lowers, and it looks like a million thoughts are passing through his head. “Me too. I’ll never be her friend again, but I’ve got you and that’s all that matters when it comes down to it.”

When you’re as happy as I am, you can’t begrudge someone else their own happy ending, even if they’re not your favorite person in the world.

He scoops me back up, nuzzling into my neck. “But I’m not letting her ruin the mood for me. Where were we?”

A mild breeze picks up my hair, swirling it around his face as he passes out the back door to get to his car.

Apparently, he’s eager to get back to business. His hand slips up between my legs, stroking a slow and steady rhythm that’s enough to have me squirming in my seat on the ride home, but not enough to take me all the way.

“Cole, stop teasing.”

“Hey, I’ve got to focus on the road. Precious cargo, you know. I can’t make you scream yet. That would be too much of a distraction.”

“Ass.” My hips are pressing forward into his hand, trying to speed up his rhythm. Get him to take me to the place we both want to go.

“Naughty girl.” He yanks his hand away. “I didn’t say you could come yet.”

“Fuck.” I throw my head back in frustration. He’s left me all tingly and wet. My nipples are already tight and aching when he pulls into the parking lot of my building.

“Okay, now where were we?” His hand slips down the front of my leggings and I hear the click of his seatbelt. He slides between my lips, teasing a finger at my entrance. “Is this what you were looking for?”

“Yes, yes, please.” His teasing on the way home left me on the verge, so it doesn’t take much to send me over the edge. His finger plunges in deep as his thumb circles my clit and I’m shaking in my seat. I let loose, making some noise for my man like I promised.

He leans in, capturing my lower lip between his teeth, pulling back with a wicked grin on his face. “That was one.”

His finger is slick with my honey as he slides it between his lips. “You taste so fucking good, Coffee Girl.”

My pussy clenches again at the sight of him tasting me.

“Now, let’s get you upstairs so I can finish the job.”

Job right. I had news. I was waiting until after the game so we could have a double celebration, but he distracted me with those skilled fingers and the dirty words.

He tucks me under his shoulder as we hustle inside.

“I had something to share with you.”

He turns to me. “What’s up?”

“I got that grant. The one for a Detroit based business.”

He scoops me back into his arms, spinning me around until I’m dizzy. “You did. That’s incredible? We’re going to have to scout locations for you.”

“What if you don’t end up there?” I nibble on my bottom lip, not wanting to spoil the moment, but knowing this is something we need to talk about.

“It’s looking good. The Wheelers have been sniffing around, but if doesn’t happen, we will still make this work. No matter what. I’m not leaving you. You’re mine now and I’m not letting you go. Ever. Your dreams are just as important as mine.”

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