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I wasn’t prepared for that, nor was I prepared for how he attacks my pussy with his lips. He licks and nips at my folds, and I buck off the bed as he adds three fingers into me without warning, stretching me.
“Holy shit, that feels so fucking amazing,” I grit out.
Danny doesn’t answer me; he just keeps swirling his tongue around my folds and clit. I’m climbing higher and higher. He sucks my clit, and that’s all it takes to take me over the edge. I feel like I’m flying as I come hard on his tongue.
Once I come back down, I look up to see Danny sitting on heels watching me.
“How was that? Are you ready for that cock ride now?” he asks me.
I giggle. “Fuck yes, baby.”
We spend the rest of the night enjoying each other and making up for the fact that we haven’t seen each other all week. There’s no mention about what happened in the bar or how I outed us. I’m pretty sure we’re both about to fall from grace. I just hope our feelings for each other are enough to cushion the fall.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
~MAC~
Iwake up in a tangle of arms and legs. Danny is still here, and that makes my heart happy. I do my best to wiggle out of his arms so I can watch him sleep.
He looks so peaceful and sweet lying there. Like a little boy with his mussed-up brown hair. I want to reach over and touch his face, but I don’t. It was late when we finally went to sleep last night. Exhaustion took both of us so quickly, neither one of us bothered to put clothes on. Danny just discarded the condom and gathered me in his arms.
I roll over to see it’s after eight. I don’t have training today. Coach said something about a scrimmage with the Pride. They’re on a bye this week, same as us, and had asked for a friendly game at our home stadium. I thought it sounded like a terrible idea, but Coach Watts was excited about it. I reach for my phone to see if there are any more updates on it.
I have so many messages from Cassie.
Hendrix.
Amelia.
Coach Watts.
But the worse one of them all has to be from August.
August:We’ll need to see you this morning, Mac. Please come to Cromwell’s office by 10 am. We’ll be waiting.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I decide to open the message from Coach to see what he wants. Maybe it’s about the game and not as bad as I think.
Coach Watts:Why am I being called to Cromwell’s office this morning because of you and the reporter? What is happening, Mac?
“No,” I say, tears pricking my eyes.
“Mac, are you okay?” Danny asks, his voice thick from sleep. “What’s going on?”
“I’m being called into Cromwell’s office today by ten. And my coach will be there too.”
“Oh,” Danny replies. “I’m so sorry, Mac. I shouldn’t have let you lead me onto the dance floor. We could have blamed it on the alcohol or something.”
“Think we can still blame it on that?” I ask him through my tears.
“Nope, I think it’s too late for that. I think we just have to come clean,” he tells me. “Which is kinda what I think you were going for last night.” He reaches over and places a kiss on my shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Mac. I won’t let anything happen to you. I’ll take all the blame. I know how important this team is to you, and I won’t let them fire you.”
“Think they will?” I ask him. That thought had not occurred to me. I knew they would be pissed at me, but I hadn’t imagined that they would fire me.
“I won’t let them.” Danny pulls me into his arms. “It’s going to be me and you against the world. I’ve got you.”
And I believe him. I believe he does.
