Page 80 of Pinkie Promise

I need her on me, her heat teasing my cock as she straddles my lap, riding my body like she goddamn owns me.

I know that she’s not about to let me have her for the first time in the front of my truck but I get her wrapped up in my arms anyway, leaning over the stick-shift and dipping down to take her lips with mine.

I kiss her slow and gentle, easing my tongue inside of her, and her little whimper is so sexy that I grunt straight into her mouth.

She’s squirming on her seat, kneeling to get better access to me, and it’s damned impossible to stop my hands from travelling past where I should be keeping them.

“Got an away game next week,” I murmur as I kiss my way down her neck. She leashes her fingers through my hair, tugging harder than I expected. I smirk into her skin and palm roughly at her ass. “You’re coming.”

I look up at her from my position in front of her breasts and I smile as she blinks down at me with dialled-out pupils.

“For an away game?” she asks, surprised and breathless. “Are you sure? How would I even get there?”

“There’s a bus.”

“For theteam,” she says, glancing around like she’s about to be arrested.

I huff out a laugh and lean back up over her. “Sometimes we hire one for Carter U supporters. This is one of those games.” I decide not to add why this particular game warrants more significance.

“How much is it?” she asks quietly, looking sideways with a pink expression.

Something fractures in my chest.

I open up the glove compartment and pull out the slip for the coach. She chews on her lip as I tell her, “It’s on the house, baby.”

“How muchwasit?” she rephrases, looking up at me with those big eyes, staring nervously like she thinks she owes me something.

“Nothing, Fallon. Don’t even think about it.” It was forty-five dollars and it doesn’t merit a conversation.

She narrows her eyes on me, like she thinks she’s going to get me to confess. I decide to give her something else to help her understand where I’m coming from, as vaguely as I can.

“It’s not a significant game for the new players on the team, but I’d like you to be there,” I rasp.

My voice turns rough when her breasts brush against my chest. I swipe my tongue over my lower lip and let my gaze drop.

Those curves are so pretty my mind momentarily stills, the need to get my hands on her making my whole body turn rigid.

Just one touch, one handful. I’ve felt them before, but it was too damn long ago. I need a reminder of that fullness so that I have something to focus on tonight, when I brace my arm against the wall and fuck my fist in the shower.

“Will I have to stay over?” she asks, bringing me back to the present.

I make a gruff sound and quickly rub my palm over the swell in my jeans. “Don’t have to if you don’t want. The team’s got a whole motel booked but…” I glance away from her for a second, not wanting to tell her what I had in mind.

I’ll sort out the accommodations that I want us to stay in, but whether or not it ends up happening isn’t up to me. It’s up to Fallon. And I don’t want to freak her out by coming across as way too forward.

“Do you want me to?” she presses, settling down on her knees.

“Yeah,” I grunt, meeting her eyes. I want her beside me in every bed that I sleep in.

She nods up at me and then bites back a smile as she leashes her forearms around my neck, dragging me down so that we can kiss again. It sets off a fucking red diesel engine in my abdomen.

“That a yes?” I ask, squeezing her ass like she’s my damn property.

“Yeah,” she pants, laughing breathily when I groan.

I know exactly what she’s thinking. I can tell from the way that she’s letting me make out with her so damn dirty. She’s moaning into every tangle of my tongue, rubbing herself up against my hard and heaving pecs.

She’s telling me that she hasn’t forgotten our deal from December.

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