Page 60 of Tight Spot

My mouth watered to taste him again, but before I could ask, Dawson slipped a hand beneath my back. He rolled us, reversing our position, and I squealed in surprise as I ended up straddling his thighs. My hand was still wrapped around him, and he kept a hand at my lower back while he lay in the bed, the other hand brushing up and down my thigh.

“Whatever feels good, Hailey. Whatever you think you might like. Do that.”

“Are you sure?”

He huffed a laugh and squeezed my thigh with his hand. “Definitely.”

Hmm. He’d shown me how he liked it last night in the shower. Firm long pulls that grew faster and harder the closer he got. I started that way, keeping my eyes on him, the flexing of his stomach muscles, and reveling in the sounds I drew from him. He encouraged me with yeses and right there and just like that, honey, and I was pretty certain he hadn’t meant the endearment, but as precum appeared at the tip of his reddening head and the vein in his shaft pulsed beneath my touch, I definitely needed more than my hand on him. I scooted down, and Dawson’s gaze jumped wide.

“Hailey, you don’t—”

“Teach me,” I murmured right before I slid out my tongue and took that first, quick taste of his cum and him. And oh dear sweet heaven he was beautiful. All of him, large balls I cupped on instinct with my hand while I swirled my tongue around the head. And thank you erotic romance genre for teaching women with detailed, visual words, of how to do all the things when it comes to pleasing men.

I played with his piercing, lapped at it with my tongue, both the one on top and the bottom.

“Oh shit. Yes. That’s it. Take me in your mouth. Just the tip. Suck, apply pressure. Fucking, hell, your mouth feels good.”

I listened to every compliment, every command, and soon I had my hand wrapped around the base of Dawson’s thick, silky cock and my other covering the rest. I bobbed up and down on it, tried to match the rhythm with my mouth that he’d taught me with my hand, and he reached down, cupped my cheek, pushing hair off my face.

“Gonna come, Hailey. Be ready…you can…”

I sucked harder. I was in this. No stopping now. That first hardening and pulse of his cock almost had me gag as he hit the back of my throat, but then he groaned, a rumble of pleasure that vibrated straight through my body and the first taste of him hit. Salty and warm, but not bad, I swallowed it down and slowed my movements when it seemed like he was done, until his hands grabbed my hips, and he yanked me up his body.

When my gaze hit his, he was smiling. Pleased. Relaxed.

And that was the moment all hell broke loose.

Next to him, his phone started ringing. At the same time, mine started vibrating on the nightstand next to where I’d slept. He’d gone and gotten my purse and phone after the shower, and we both stared at each other as our phones interrupted us.

“Fuck,” Dawson grunted.

He grabbed his phone, and I climbed off him to grab mine. “It’s my dad.” And that wasn’t all. A quick flip through my screen showed I’d missed several texts. “My brothers have all texted. And my sister.”

Dawson flashed me his phone. “My dad, too. Damn it.”

CHAPTER17

DAWSON

Ihadn’t talked to my dad since I was arrested earlier this year. I hung up on him after he continued to remind me that Crystal was Crystal, and she was never going to change because she was too damn intent on being just like his ex-wife. I hung up on him once he started the mom bashing. Not that I liked the woman or had anything to do with her, but I didn’t need to hear it.

The last person I wanted to hear from at that moment, my dick still wet with the taste of Hailey all over me, before I could tell her how incredible she sucked my dick, was that man.

But there he was. Showing up at the least convenient time.

Not much different than the last ten years, really.

“I’m guessing your family saw some pictures of us.” I quirked a brow, tried to keep my tone light.

Hailey’s cheeks were still flushed from the orgasm I couldn’t not give her when I woke up with her sleeping next to me, but her pleased expression after swallowing my cum like it wasn’t her first blow job was long gone.

“They don’t watch sports,” she muttered, and I fought an eye roll. Sure, men didn’t follow sports. I could totally buy that. But her dad was a firefighter. I didn’t know what he did for the city, but in my experience, he had to have at least caught a few games at the fire station. “Doubt they know who you are.”

God her naivety killed me. “I’m on billboards all over the Nashville area, Hailey, and Cole’s more of an icon than a quarterback. You might want to realize that people do know me.”

I pushed up to sitting, trying not to laugh at her. She was too damn cute, and I wasn’t even insulted she kept acting like my job was no big deal.

“Really?” She had awe in her voice, and I chuckled, unable to hold back the laughter.

---