Page 95 of The Tape Job
“I can’t!”
“You’re going to have to, or I’ll have to stop.”
“You better not fucking stop!”
“Put a pillow over your head, Vic. Seriously, you need to be quiet.”
His tongue flicks again and I reach for a pillow and hold it close. I honestly don’t know how I can be quiet. Even if I wanted to.
“I don’t know how I could forget how good you feel,” he says, pumping a finger in and out. He adds another, and the fullness is a feeling I’ve missed. “I don’t know how I could forget how good you taste, either.” He works his finger, then pauses. “Are you ready to let go for me, baby?”
I free up my left hand to grasp onto his hair as he returns to the circling. It’s only for a moment though, because next thing I know, he’s sucking on my clit. I can feel the bed gently rocking, and the motion of it all—his fingers, his tongue … I come with a muffled cry into the pillow, and I think I might pass out.
“You’re such a good girl for me,” he says. Then there’s the unmistakable sound of him grunting as he comes into his boxers.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “That was hot.”
But when he crawls up the bed and kisses me, I know it’s going to be difficult for this to be a one-off.
Chapter 25
Liam
The entire team is getting fitted for suits today for the upcoming Ladies’ Night, which is this week. It’s an evening for the ladies of our fan-base to sit down for a fancy dinner, then dance with us players. Vicky is organising it with some help from Lisa, who arranged ‘Meet the Players.’
Ryan called me earlier today and asked if I could meet him at the tailor’s earlier than planned, and it’s made me anxious. He’s not been himself lately. Part of me wonders if he’s hiding something; the other part wonders if he knows that my relations with Vicky have been getting even more personal. Most people would call what we’re doing ‘friends with benefits.’ I’d probably refer to it as ‘friends with needs,’ but whatever it is, I’m worried he’s figured it out before I’ve found an opportunity to come clean.
But when I meet up with him in town, he looks pleased to see me. We greet each other in the usual manner of afist-bump, but he says nothing as I follow him inside, a bell ringing overhead as we enter.
The store is empty, apart from us, and it seems like they’ve crammed everything in to maximise the small space. Towards the back, there are rows of jackets ready to try on. I follow Ryan as he meanders towards them, passing through the shelves of shirts, ties, and waistcoats.
“I don’t know how we’ll all fit in here,” I muse as we close in on the jackets.
Ryan completely ignores me and starts pawing at the offerings. “How do you feel about navy?”
I open my mouth to respond when an eager-looking man who looks close to seventy saunters out of a door I hadn’t noticed. He stares at us before checking his watch.
“You’re early,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting your group until four, but since you’re here—”
“Actually, can you give us a moment, please?” Ryan asks. “I thought we’d come in early to browse.”
Still not understanding what Ryan’s wanting to browse for exactly, I smile at the tailor who nods before disappearing towards the rack of pants.
Ryan turns back to me. “So, thoughts on navy?”
“I thought Vicky had picked a colour scheme?”
“Yeah, she did. But I mean, for me. For general use.”
“General use? Who buys a suit for general use? Besides, don’t you have shit-tonne of suits already?” I pick one up from the rack and hold it out, examining the cut on the shoulders before putting it back.
“Yeah, but I need a new one.” He stumbles over his words. I’m still confused as hell until I look over at him, then to the suits, then back to him.
“When you say ‘general use,’ do you mean ‘wedding use?’” I say, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah, no, I mean, I don’t know.Maybe?”
“Which is it? Because I’m pretty sure people don’t buy general suits for weddings.”
