Page 14 of Mr. Irrelevant
The code is 4342.
LIVVY:
Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to give important info to strange women? What if breaking and entering is a regular hobby of mine? You basically just gave me permission to sneak in at night and breathe heavily over your sleeping body.
ME:
That’s kinda hot. No regrets.
LIVVY:
You’re weird. See youin a few.
I chuckle quietly,tossing my phone onto the ottoman and walking toward the entryway to unlock the door. When Livvy called to congratulate me after yesterday’s win, she suggested we meet at my house again to go over game tape so I could have time to rest. I had my bell rung twice by the St. Louis defense, so I’m a little sore, but it’s nothing that a night on the couch won’t fix. Not to mention, being alone with her here isn’t exactly a hardship.
The tension between us is palpable at this point, and I’m tired of fighting it. Every time I’ve put my hands on her has been more agonizing than the last. I’m starting to wonder why we’re holding back. I get that it’s a delicate situation with her being the owner’s daughter, and I know we could never be in a real relationship, but I don’t think either of us is looking for that anyway. My career is touch-and-go right now, and she spends every waking moment learning what it takes to run a professional football team. I admire the hell out of her for doing it, when I know this isn’t really her dream. Livvy would much rather spend her life coaching high school players than hold all the power that comes with being an NFL franchise owner, but she’s sacrificing that for her family and the city she loves.
I know I’m playing with fire, but everything about her is attractive to me, and if I had my way, I’d tell her exactly that. But anything that goes down between us has to be on her terms, because I can’t screw up what we have. Not only is she the coolest girl ever, but she’s already improved my game so much in the weeks we’ve been working together. I need her a hell of a lotmore than she needs me, so if she wants me to touch her again, she’s going to have to come and get it herself.
Looking out the window, I watch her pull up, the bright headlights of her car illuminating the trees that line the driveway. My heart flips in my chest as she rises from the driver’s seat, and I have to bite my knuckles when I see what she has on. Even though there’s a fall chill in the air, she’s wearing a pair of black cotton shorts that show off every dip and curve of her gorgeous thighs. But my eyes don’t stay on them for long, because on top—she’s wearing my jersey. Granted, it’s a much smaller size than I wear, likely from the children’s section of the Renegades team shop, but it fits her like a fucking glove. The mesh fabric clings to her tiny waist and perky tits, my number thirteen stretching across them, making my cock thicken inside my sweatpants. She takes the steps one at a time, and before she even knocks on the door, I know I’m about to blow this entire thing into a million goddamn pieces.
Fuck everything I just said. Olivia Grant ismine.
I whip the door open, adrenaline coursing through my veins at the speed of light as she moves closer. An adorable smile blooms across her face as soon as she sees me, but it quickly drops when she takes in the way I’m looking at her like a predator sizing up his prey. She freezes in place, and we stare each other down for several seconds as electricity fills the air around us. I’m like steel inside my boxer briefs, the thought of my last name across her back making precum leak from my tip like a faucet. She swallows, her lips parting just enoughfor me to hear the small gasp that pushes through them when I finally snap, lunging forward and crashing my mouth to hers. White light explodes behind my eyes, and every muscle in my body pulls tight as I force my tongue inside, swallowing her sweet whimpers like they’re the sustenance I need to survive. Her nails claw at my chest through the thin material of my t-shirt, the bite of pain only making me more feral as I reach under her ass and lift her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and we both moan with the first slide of her pussy over my weeping cock. Even with layers of clothes between us, she feels like a wet dream come to life.
Never breaking our connection, I carry her inside, using my foot to kick the door shut before walking us to the nearest available wall. Normally, I’d be halfway to my bedroom right now, but to be honest, she’s frying my brain with her hot cunt, and I know I wouldn’t even make it up the stairs before I’d be tempted to pound her into them. Plus, we need to talk about this, which we will—after I’m done devouring her the way I’ve wanted to for weeks.
“Fuck, Dimes,” I groan against her lips. “I knew you’d taste so good.” All I get in response is a desperate, horny little whine as she frantically grinds her clit into my erection. I have to clench my butt cheeks together so I don’t come in my pants from the way she sounds as she takes what she needs. I don’t stand a chance of not embarrassing myself if I ever get inside this girl—I’m barely hanging on right now.
“Maddox,” she whispers. The sound of my namecoming from her lips makes me infinitely more aroused than I’ve ever been in my life. She turned me on before, but holding her while she writhes against me takes it to another fucking universe.
I lower my head, licking my way toward her neck and sucking the sensitive skin below her ear. Her hips jolt involuntarily, so I do it again, savoring her taste and the way she’s so responsive before answering. “What, baby? Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.” I’m not lying. She could tell me to drop to my knees and let her walk me like a dog, and I’d do it—no questions asked. I just want to make her fall apart.
My lips coast along her heated skin, and she lifts her chin to give me better access. But her next words are like a bucket of ice water over my head, even though they roll off her tongue on a satisfied moan. “We should stop.”
Shit.
As much as I don’t want to, I immediately pause, resting my head on her shoulder in an attempt to regain my composure—and to hang onto her just a bit longer before she tells me I took things too far. She unwinds her legs and slides down to the floor as we both tremble against one another, but neither of us makes a move to actually break apart.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble into the heavy material, tightening my arms around her waist. I want to say more—to tell her that seeing her in my jersey with that heated look in her eyes made me act on my primal instinct to claim her. That even though we were only apart for a couple of days, I missed her more than I thought Iwould. But I can’t seem to choke out the words. I’m lightheaded and breathless, and all I want to do is kiss her again…and again and again. She turns her head, pressing her lips to my neck and making goosebumps rise along my skin at the soft gesture.
“Don’t be.” It’s barely a whisper, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she didn’t want to end that kiss any more than I did. I get her reasoning for it, though. She’s aware of what’s at stake if we fuck this thing up. I’m sure it’s been playing over and over in her head for days, becausesame—but I’m at the point where the chemistry between us is too powerful to overlook. I just hope she feels it too.
I pull back slightly, locking my gaze onto hers but refusing to remove my arms from around her slender body. If she tells me to stop touching her, I will. But until then, I’m going to let myself have this. “I really like you, Dimes. I knew it before, but this made it even harder to ignore.” I ball a fist over the mesh fabric that lies over her hip. “It almost felt like you belonged to me for a second, and I couldn’t hold back. Next time, prepare a guy before you just show up looking like everything he’s ever wanted.”
Her eyes go wide with surprise at my words, right before a shy smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. There’s a sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes, and it makes my heart beat faster because she certainly doesn’t look like a girl who regrets what just happened or was scared away by my admission.
“You’re all I’ve been thinking about since the club,” she says, shocking me. “I tried to make it stop. I toldmyself we couldn’t be more. I know the risks—and there area lotof them, starting with the public backlash we could face with my family owning the team you play for—but every time I think I’ve convinced myself that I don’t like the way it feels when you touch me, you remind me how much I do. Then, seeing you on the field and knowing we did that together…it just made me feel things.”
I dip my chin, trying to keep my cocky smirk from turning into a full-blown, shit-eating grin. When she told me to stop kissing her, this was not what I expected. I figured I’d be getting shut down right now, but instead, it seems like the exact opposite. “Is that so?” I ask. “What kinds of things?”
“Confusing things.” Her shoulders slump in defeat, but I’m unable to feel even the slightest bit sorry for her, because I’ve been dealing with the same shit for weeks. Wanting her and knowing I can’t have her. Touching her and wondering if I’ll ever get a chance to do it again. I’ve been going crazy trying to make sense of it all.
Bending at the knees so we’re eye to eye, I bring my hands up, cradling her cheeks so she has no choice but to focus on me when I’m speaking. This is my one shot to convince her to open her mind to what we could have, and I can’t fuck it up.
“Listen to me, Liv.” She gives me her full attention, begging without words for an answer to her problems. I wish we could just give in to the pull without having to consider the consequences, but the reality of our situation is that we can’t. So, if I can ease her mind a littleand tell her that it’ll be okay, I will. “I understand that there are risks to us exploring things. I also understand that it can’t be more than two friends who are insanely attracted to one another and have a great time together. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that as long as we both know the score before we dive in.” I give her a pleading look. “Please, baby. Just give me a chance to show you how good it can be.”
She considers my words for a while, sinking her teeth into her plump bottom lip and worrying it back and forth. As much as I want to fill the awkward silence with something, she needs to really be sure about this before she answers. The last thing I want is for her to regret anything we do. So, I wait as patiently as I can, allowing her all the time she needs, until finally, she puts me out of my misery.
