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We kissed with urgency, like wild animals ready to devour one another. Her hands dropped between our bodies. With a flick of her fingers, she undid my belt, pulling down my zipper, her hand sliding underneath the fabric of my boxer briefs. I groaned, feeling her firm grip around my manhood. There wasno stopping, no turning back. Swiftly, my hands moved up her thighs, yanking at the thin material that covered her. Dropping her ripped panties to the cool floor under us, she pulled me free from the confines of my jeans, her hips rolling forward, and with a grunt, I moved inside. Her walls parted to welcome me as if they yearned for it as badly as I did.
She moved with a slow sway of her hips, and not once did our lips meet or our eyes lose their connection. We knew we had little time before we rounded the bottom again, before we were caught in our intimate position. We raced with a rapid rock, she buried down onto me, her hands secured around the back of my neck to give her the support she required. I let out a groan at her warmth, the sides of my cock going against the ridges of her walls as they clenched me. I fought everything in my power not to stand, slam her against the windows that surrounded us, and claim her; the addiction this woman was causing me to have, I couldn’t deny.
Pushing upward into her as we rounded the top of the wheel, her hips turned to a slight rotation against me, and I was no longer able to resist what she wanted. Letting out a groan, I pulled her close into me, closing my eyes as I throbbed inside her with my release. Her body jerked on top of me, her hips with a continued slow circled motion until every drop she commanded was deposited. She climbed from me, fixing her skirt, with a seductive smile pulled along her lips.
“What about…” I started to ask while doing up my pants, her with a lean, her palm on my cheek.
“Tonight.” She said, with a quick kiss as our cabinet came to a stop at the bottom of the wheel. Hannah stepped back, never taking her eyes from mine as the attendant opened the door, this amused grin on his face. Had he seen us? Heard us? Did I even care? “Come on.” She said softly, holding out her hand with a grin. I took it, standing up with a quick bend, snatching upher panties, sliding them in my pocket before we stepped from the cabinet, me with a wink and smirk at the attendant as we departed.
CHAPTER 21
HANNAH
Istill couldn’t believe what we had done the night before, that I had allowed myself to lose all control, patience, and demeanor. Though watching him on the field, knowing I would have him that night. Seeing the power behind his plays, the aggressive way he moved, and dominated any play. To a quick sneak in the hallway, the near catch of my father. As he rubbed my skin under the table, surrounded by teammates and fans, I heard him turn down a beautiful woman and reveal he was with someone. It built a fire in my loins that I couldn’t hold back. What this man had done to me, I had lost all depth of caution. Marty was right, the forbiddances fueled the excitement.
After returning to my hotel room, Cameron and I explored more of each other in ways I had only known about from steamy romance books or dirty movies. He left marks on me that couldn’t be seen but would never fade. I hated the idea of going back home. I wanted to stay in this bubble with him forever. Our relationship had advanced so quickly that it was hard to wrap my head around, and yet I’d never been happier. Lying in bed, him asleep next to me, I couldn’t help but stare at him, taken abackby the fact that I was falling in love with a football player. The very type of man I’d sworn to stay clear of.
With Cameron, it was different; there was no without him. There was no falling in love with him. I had fallen.
After breakfast, Cameron and I said our goodbyes for now. He had to travel back with the team, and I needed to get back to work. Kissing him at the door, I returned to packing my things. Popping in a piece of toast that remained from our room service, I saw his cell phone sitting on the nightstand. With a smooth stride, I snatched it up, just when there was a knock on the door. Hurrying to it, I pulled it open, ready to see him, shocked at my father being the one who stood before me.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Sliding Cameron’s phone into my back pocket, I moved aside as he stepped in. Popping my head out into the hallway, I prayed Cameron didn’t show up for his phone while my father was there.
“Expecting someone?” He asked me, bringing my attention to him as I closed the door.
“Marty,” I answered. “We must get on the road. I open tomorrow.” I continued. He nodded his head, moving his sights from me as he scanned the room: the single messed-up bed, the cart of food for two. My heart began to beat like a loud drum. I grew nervous. Had he seen more than I thought at the stadium? Did he think about it all night and come here to catch me with Cameron? Had we been fools to be so open the night before, and he saw everything, even our moment on the Sky Wheel?
“Did you enjoy the game yesterday?” He asked the question as he investigated the room further, glancing in the direction of the bathroom as if hoping to catch someone hiding.
“It was exciting,” I replied honestly, though his expression told me it wasn’t the answer he expected.
“I’m very pleased you’ve grown so into the game as of recent.” He spoke with this tone that seemed sinister, as if hewas probing, or knew more than he was saying. “Your mother has noticed the change as well. How interactive you’ve gotten to be.” He continued, his steps coming to a halt in the center of the room.
“I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later, right?” I teased.
“Hmm.” I’d never seen those eyes before. They were darker, unwelcoming. I had thought he’d love me to be more involved in the game, be like other coaches’ family members, but not my father. Everything was suspicious. “Traveling with the team is new.” He added. “I had hoped to see you after, perhaps have dinner.”
“I wish you had told me. I would have loved that.” I answered misleadingly.
“Would you have? I came by your room last night and you were not here, called and no answer, texted and silence.”
“I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to turn my phone on after the game.” I forced a smile to my lips, trying to read his expression. Did he believe me? Had he followed me?
“What did you do last night?” He asked.
I felt tightness in my chest; I had never been a good liar. How would I get out of this? How could I have thought I could hide this from him? My lips parted, my mind riddled with what answer I should say when the door flew open and Marty walked in with a wide grin. “Oh, Mr. Marshall. Hey. What are you doing here?” She asked, her gaze shifted to me as she took a step forward.
“Wanted to make sure my daughter was okay, as she seemed to disappear last night.” He replied.
“That’s my fault. After the game, we left our phones here and went out to explore the town. Ate some Italian.” Marty moved past me, “The Sky Wheel was fun.” She added with a wink. I wanted to die, right there, knowing they must have seen us.
“Wonderful. Look…” he lowered his gaze and took a few steps in my direction to close the gap between us. “I’m going to be blunt. We’ve always been honest with one another, and I need to know, is there something going on between you and Walters?”
“What? Why would you ask me that?” My voice lifted as I pretended to be shocked that he would ask such a question.
“After seeing what I think I saw, your change in love for the sport, I need to know. Has he broken my rule? Made some advances with you?”
I could do this. I told myself repeatedly as I looked into my father’s eyes. My palms were sweaty and shaky, so I closed them into fists for some form of steadiness. “Course not, Dad. You know how I feel about players.” I answered, my tone shaky. “It’s a long drive, and I didn’t want Marty traveling alone. That’s the only reason I came. As for my love of the game, I’m just so proud of you and how far you have come.” I hurried every word from my mouth before I lost the ability.
