Page 73 of Christmas Candy

I darted out of the room and down to my car. Traffic was light because it was in the middle of a session, so I made good time to his dorm. His car wasn’t out front.Shit.

I sat for a moment in the parking lot and thought. I knew his schedule, for the most part, thanks to my and Claudia’s stalkerish ways. Wednesday was a practice day. I pulled out and drove the short distance to the soccer fields. I picked him out immediately, his tall, wide frame overpowering his teammates.

I parked and walked to the stands, choosing a seat along the bottom row. He wasn’t looking in my direction. Instead, he was laser-focused on the ball, cutting in front of defenders, knocking two down, and pounding to the goal. At the last minute, he passed to Noel, who scored a goal.

The coach got in Eamon’s face. He was yelling loud enough for the words to make it to my ears. “Do what we practiced. Respect the process. Cool your jets on the bench until you get your goddamn head in the game!”

Eamon trudged past the coach and was about to sit down on the bench when he spotted me, about twenty-five yards away. The second he saw me, it was as if a jolt electricity snaked between us, enough to tingle but not enough to sting. He didn’t sit. Instead, he jumped the bench and charged toward me.

I stood and my heart warmed, and I couldn’t believe I’d stayed away from him this long. He barreled over the running track and stopped just short of me.

“Eamon—”

“Shut up.” He gripped my cheeks and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and crushing me to his chest.

I slung my arms around his neck as he bent me back, taking my mouth and plundering it with his wicked tongue. I couldn’t breathe, a haze of lust clouding what thoughts I had. I just wanted him. His scent enveloped me, sweat and his aftershave. My pussy grew wetter the more he expertly swirled his tongue around mine. He gripped my ass and pulled me to him, melding my body to his.

“Get a room, you wanker!” Noel called from the field. The rest of the team burst into laughter as Eamon straightened up and set me back on my feet.

The coach was standing on the sideline, hands on his hips. “Get the fuck out of here. No wonder you’ve been a dick for the past two practices.”

Eamon smiled and took my hand, leading me back to the parking lot.

“Don’t you have to, I don’t know, finish—”

He whirled on me and kissed me again, taking me by surprise in the best way. After a few moments he broke the kiss and started toward the parking lot again.

“Anytime you say anything that will separate you from me, that’s going to happen.”

I smiled at his back as he pulled me along. “Really?”

“Try me, love.”

“I think maybe you should stay and prac—”

He was on me in a split second. His lips were firm on mine, but he was smiling as he licked and bit at my lower lip.

“Now, come on. I want to welcome you back with a proper fucking.”

My pussy tingled at his words and I dutifully followed him to his car. He sped back to his dorm, no lights to hold us up. He kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, playing his fingers back and forth, higher and higher each time.

I broke the silence, trying to cut the tension between us. “I feel like I should explain.”

He whipped us around a corner. “No. I don’t need an explanation. I need you to know if you ever go that long without contact again, I will find you wherever you are, and fuck you until you come so many times you pass out. Clear?”

“I-I… That’s…”

“Love, I need you to understand that you’re mine. I love you. I did from the moment I saw you. Tell me you’re clear on that.” He glanced over to me, his face drawn and serious.

“I love you, too.” The words rolled off my tongue easily, as if they were always meant to be there. I sat in shocked silence at myself.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Much better. I think we’re clear.”

He screeched into a parking spot and pulled me into the dorm. We’d made it up the first flight of stairs before he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He was rough, pulling my hair and biting down my neck. My panties were soaked and I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

He reached under my skirt, pushing it up and rubbing his fingers against me.

“So wet, love.” Stroking back and forth over my clit, he drove me crazy as he licked and sucked my neck, his other hand in my hair keeping me still.

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