Page 193 of Off the Pitch

“But you love it,” I said, giving him a smirk. Félix rolled his eyes but didn’t say anything. I turned the hob off, grabbing the pan with the rice in and lifting the lid, giving it a gentle prod with the wooden spoon to see if it was done.

“I think we’re about there.”

“It smells delicious,” Félix said, watching as I began to pull plates out of the cupboard. “I don’t get home cooking very much, unless I go to my brother’s house.”

“He’s a good cook then?” I asked. I didn’t really know a lot about Lucas, except in a professional capacity, and it was still weird to think he and Félix were brothers. In fact, I tried not to think about it at all. Luckily for me, they didn’t really look alike. If I looked closely, I could see similarities in the shape of their face and the curve of their lips, but it wasn’t something I spent much time focusing on.

“No, but his wife, Marina, is. Lucas can do the basics, but if you actually want to enjoy your meal then you let Marina cook.” He raised his eyebrow and fixed me with a curious stare. “Is it weird for you if I talk about my brother?”

I shook my head. Fucking mind reader.

“Not really. I mean, it is a bit odd because he’s my boss, and he reminds me of my dad sometimes, but he’s your brother. I’m not going to stop you. Besides, it’s not like he knows we’re fucking, so I’m not going to tell him anything you said. Your secrets are safe with me.”

Félix hummed in amusement. “True. And don’t worry, I have no plans on telling him either. I get enough lectures as it is.”

“You get lectures too?” I asked. I grinned as I tried to imagine that. It wasn’t hard. “Man, I thought it was just us.”

“No, he gives them to me too.” Félix looked almost sad for a moment. I wondered if there was a sore spot between him and Lucas. I got the feeling that although he’d been the one to bring Lucas up, he didn’t really want to talk about him.

“Do you want a drink?” I opened another cupboard and pulled out some glasses, hoping a change of subject would help. I wasn’t going to pry. Sure, Félix and I had started talking more between fucking, but it was never deep stuff—more like favourite movies and our plans for the week. Superficial shit. Still, I enjoyed our conversations, and I’d even started thinking about things we could talk about when we weren’t together. It puzzled me that Félix was starting to take up space in my brain because I didn’t remember ever deciding that he should. It was almost like some invisible line had begun to blur.

Félix nodded. “Sure. What have you got?”

I let him rummage through my drinks cupboard while I finished dishing dinner out, and afterwards we ended up sitting on the sofa, watching old episodes ofThe Simpsonswhile we ate. It was almost weird doing something so friendly and domestic with someone who was literally just here to fuck me. This was the sort of thing I was more used to doing with Dani or Liam: hanging out, eating dinner, watching TV, and just chilling. It was almost like there was something… more between us. Which was stupid really. We were never going to be anything but casual fuck buddies.

Afterwards, I collected the plates and dumped them on the side in the kitchen to deal with later. Ant would throw a shit fit tomorrow morning if he found them, and I’d rather avoid his bitching.

I grabbed the TV remote as I sauntered back into the living room, flicking the TV off before climbing onto Félix’s lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You know, I was watching that.”

“Really?” I asked, giving him a smirk and grinding into his lap. “You were seriously watching the ad break?”

“I could have been.” Félix slid his hand down my spine and squeezed my ass. “I might be interested in a new car.”

“Do you even know how to drive?” I asked teasingly, stopping my grinding to raise my eyebrow at him. Félix took taxis and Ubers everywhere. I’d never even heard him mention a car before.

“Of course. I just prefer not to,” Félix said, shooting me a wink before lightly spanking my ass cheek. “Keep moving. I didn’t tell you you could stop.”

“And you said I was the bossy one!”

“Because you are. But I’m the one who’s actually in charge here.” Félix leant forward to lick a stripe up my neck. “And you love it.”

I moaned. Fuck, it was true. I loved the way he took control and fucked me. I loved the way he had me writhing in his lap before we’d even started. There was something about Félix that got under my skin. I couldn’t get enough of him, and every time I wanted more. A small part of me was terrified of the day he left London because I knew nobody would ever fuck me like he did.

Nobody was ever going to be Félix.

“Yeah,” I said because I knew I wouldn’t be able to lie to him. He’d see through it in an instant. I didn’t know how, but he already seemed to know me better than I knew myself. It was amazing and terrifying in equal measure. “But I’m still going to tease you.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Félix pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue claiming my mouth, and I melted under his touch.

“I need you,” I groaned as we broke apart. My breath was already coming in pants.

“I know, baby. I know,” Félix said, giving me a hungry grin as he reached for my t-shirt. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Chapter Eight

#inappropriateuseofbathrooms

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