Page 35 of You Were Never Not Mine

AUGUST

Ihead into the men’s room after I leave Sinclair a trembling, almost incapable mess, desperate to get away from her before I do something stupid like, I don’t know.

Help her out? Treat her tenderly? Like I would ever do that. But shit.

I was tempted.

I clean myself up a little more. Readjust my still-hard cock in my jeans, thinking of something boring like visiting my sister and her imbecile fiancé. Brooks Crosby drives me insane with his bumbling ways. I make him nervous as shit and I relish in it.

Realizing I’m on the right track, I think of my niece shitting her pants and yep, that deflates my dick considerably enough that I can return to the suite and no one would be the wiser.

I consider washing my face but the scent of her delicious cunt lingers and I decide not to. Jesus, she smells good. And is as tight as she can possibly be. Was I an asshole for stretching her with my fingers while I demanded she beg me to ease up? Yes.

Yes, I was.

But she liked it. She could’ve screamed at me to stop and I would’ve, but she wanted my mouth on her.She wanted my fingers inside her juicy pussy. She came so hard I thought she was going to pass out, but luckily enough, she didn’t.

I reenter the suite like I haven’t a care in the world, strolling into the room while nodding and smiling at everyone who glances in my direction. I’m even whistling and I don’t fucking whistle ever. I’m not even the lucky one who got an orgasm out of that encounter so why am I so cheerful?

My gaze lands on the oblivious Tim and I realize that’s why. I love that I got one over this idiot who has no idea that his date even left to meet with me. I can feel my upper lip curl in disgust, my gaze cutting to the left and I do a double take when I realize Sinclair is sitting there. Right next to Tim and watching the game like she actually cares.

Slowly I approach the stadium seats, noticing that they’re now mostly empty. My gaze goes to the scoreboard and I see that we’re losing by a rather large margin and that the majority of the people milling about the suite have left. This game is pretty much over.

Well. At least the one on the field.

I settle into the seat right next to Sinclair’s but she won’t even look at me, which allows me plenty of time to study her. There’s a faint sheen of sweat along her hairline and her cheeks are a bright pink. Her eyes are sparkling, despite the frown currently curving her delectable mouth, and I have a moment of regret that I didn’t kiss her there.

Oh well. Perhaps next time.

“We’re losing,” I announce loudly and Tim glances over at me, a faint smile on his doofus face when he realizes I’m back.

“Hey, there you are! You and Sinclair disappeared at the same time,” he says.

“That’s because I was eating her out in the women’s bathroom,” I say drolly.

Sinclair jabs me in the ribs with her pointy elbow but I barely glance in her direction. A nervous laugh leaves Tim andthat’s when I see it. The faint doubt shadowing his eyes. He doesn’t know if he should believe me or not.

He should.

“I didn’t know you were such a jokester,” Tim says, still laughing.

“I’m not.” I’m dead serious.

“Please.” Sinclair waves a dismissive hand and turns so she’s facing Tim, her back to me. “He’s just messing with you. Ignore him.”

I’m about to ask Tim if he has any gum so I can get the taste of his date’s pussy out of my mouth, but Sinclair keeps talking.

“Are you ready to go? We should get out of here, don’t you think?” She keeps her back to me and I let her, not bothering to interfere.

I slouch in my chair like I don’t have a care in the world and blatantly watch them leave. Tim offers up an awkward wave in my direction while Sinclair practically runs to the door, she’s so eager to get away from me.

I wonder if her cum still coats her thighs.

“Hey, thanks again for the tickets, prez,” Tim says with a sheepish smile. “Bummer that we didn’t win.”

“Oh, someonedefinitelywon tonight.” I grin at him, enjoying myself. “Hope you have a shit evening, Timmy.”

Tim frowns, slowly shaking his head. “Okayyy. See ya later.”

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