Page 35 of Big Pitch Energy

Leo had booked the entire place, which might sound over-the-top, but between his gigantic Greek family, Anjannette’s people, and most of the Carolina Waves attending, the place will be full, and then some.

We got off the elevator on the fourth floor and walked to our room. I opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for Hope to go in first.

The room had all the basics covered, a mini fridge, coffee maker, and flat-screen TV. Afternoon sunlight poured in through the windows, making the king-sized bed look even more inviting, like it was just waiting for us to collapse onto it.

I set our bags down and wrapped my arms around Hope from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. She leaned back against me, and I felt that familiar warmth spread through my chest. Through my years with the Waves, I’ve watched my teammates fall in love, one after the other, and never quite understood it. Until now.

“So what’s the plan?”

I pressed a kiss to her neck.

“Rehearsal’s tonight for the wedding party, but everyone is planning on meeting up in the hotel bar later. So we’ve got the afternoon to ourselves.”

She turned slowly in my arms, a smile playing on her lips.

“I like the sound of that,” she said, trailing one finger down my chest, then lower. “I really like the sound of that.”

I backed her toward the bed without a word, our mouths meeting halfway there. Her fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt as I lifted hers over her head, then reached behind her to unclasp and remove her bra. I brushed my tongue along the edge of her lips, and she opened up, her tongue sliding against mine, mirroring every stroke. Her fingers twisted into my hair as she pulled me closer, holding me tight.

She settled back onto the bed as I kissed down the line of her throat, tracing the curve of her shoulder and the soft skin just beneath her breast. Her body arched beneath me, legs curling around my waist. I pulled away just enough to slide Hope’s pants and underwear down, leaving her lying there gloriously naked beneath me. I peeled off my jeans next, pulling a condom from my wallet before tossing them onto the floor, then set it on the bed between us.

My hands traced up her thighs in slow, deliberate strokes. When my thumbs met at their juncture, I hesitated just long enough to feed the heat and anticipation building between us. She thrust her hips up, begging for more. So I gave it to her.

I slid my middle finger between her slick folds, moving it slowly back and forth before resting it on her clit. I paused just long enough to give it a gentle pinch, then pushed deeper, thrusting my finger inside her.

She let out a long, low moan.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Sam.” Her voice was barely more than a breath.

I chuckled softly, leaning down to nibble at her nipple before soothing it with my tongue.

“Do you want more of this?” I circled her clit with my finger. “Or this?”

I slid my middle finger inside, curling it just enough to find her sweet spot.

Hope closed her eyes and moaned, the sound low and full of heat. When she opened them again, something fierce burned in her gaze. Before I could process it, she shifted, catching me completely off guard as she pushed me onto my back and swung a leg over to straddle my hips.

She grabbed the condom, tore it open, and rolled it down my length, her slow, deliberate touch driving me wild. Shifting onto her knees, she moved over me and sank back down, pulling me into her tight, slick heat.

“God, Hope,” I groaned. “You feel incredible.”

Her hips moved with a wild, perfect rhythm, every roll and grind pushing me closer to the edge. The way she clenched around me, the look in her eyes was all too much in the best possible way.

She threw her head back and let out a scream that was pure sin, her body gripping mine and pulling me right over the edge with her.

Hope shifted off me and I slipped out of bed to take care of the condom. When I returned and slid next to her beneath the covers, I pulled her against my chest and held her tight. With her breath steady against my skin and my arms around her, we both drifted off to sleep.

When we woke, the afternoon light was a memory. Hope stretched beside me, her hair a tangled halo against the pillow.

“We should shower,” I murmured, brushing a hand down her bare back.

“Mmm.”

Eventually we made our way to the bathroom. The water was hot, the shower spacious, so I figured we might as well make good use of it.

She laughed as I pulled her under the spray making her wet hair stick to her face. I pinned her against the tile with a kiss that turned greedy fast. After what seemed like forever I pulled back.

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