Page 84 of The Final Faceoff
I watch her, entranced. The way she sucks, the little moan she makes around my fingers, like she loves this.
Loves being dirty for me.
My fingers slip free with a wet pop, her lips shiny, her tongue flicking out to catch the last taste of herself.
She’s panting now, grinding in the seat, desperate.
I bring my hand back between her legs, pressing my palm flat against her clit, letting her ride it.
“Come for me, Hailey.”
She breaks.
Her entire body shudders, thighs trembling, nails digging into my arm as she rides out her orgasm, her pussy pulsing against my palm.
I keep rubbing slow, working her through it, letting her feel every last second of pleasure before finally pulling back.
She sags against the seat, breathless, wrecked.
I lean in, voice dark and teasing.
“You just came with the pilot sitting right there, sweetheart. You really are my filthy little girl, aren’t you?”
Her gasped curse only makes me grin.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Leif
From Player to Something More
The impromptu trip to my parents’ house is more for Hailey than for me. She needs to see she’s not alone. That I’m not the only person in her corner.
My family has always welcomed her, always loved her. And we don’t have much time before I have to report to training camp, so this—bringing her here, giving her something new, something permanent to hold on to—this feels right.
The helicopter lands smoothly on the private pad behind the house. The rhythmic thrum of the rotors fades as I unclip Hailey’s seatbelt, removing the headphones from her head.
She looks sleepy and soft, her sundress rumpled, her hair a little wild from my hands.
“The house is exactly as I remember—grand, sprawling, old money wrapped in modern elegance,” she murmurs through a yawn.
I smirk, brushing my knuckles along her jaw. “It’s not old money. My parents worked their asses off for everything they have.”
Athletes sacrifice everything. Their bodies, their family time, their mental peace. They give up their normal to be the best. That’s exactly what my parents did.
I shoulder our bags and take her hand, leading her toward the house. Thankfully, we don’t get tackled by anyone on arrival. Not sure who is here just yet, but I don’t want to find out until after I’ve settled Hailey in my room. My room. Fuck, this time she’s not staying in the guest house. Nope, she’s going to my room, with me.
By the time we make it upstairs, she barely manages to kick off her shoes before face-planting onto the bed.
I smirk, watching her breathe slow, even. Completely spent. She looks soft like this. Unarmored. So mine.
Mine.
I sit on the edge of the bed, trailing my knuckles down her bare thigh, watching the way her skin reacts. “Baby, you need pajamas or at least a shirt. Not that dress.”
She groans into the pillow. “Just take off my dress. I can’t move.”
I grin. “Really, you just want me to do whatever I want?”
