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“Lacey came to your work?”
“Mhmm, called me a fucking homewrecker loud enough the entire bar heard her.” She yelled. “Look, you want to get back with your ex, fine, just tell me. You don’t need to send her to my work, embarrass me…”
“Whoa!” Lifting my palms in defense. “First, I don’t want anything to do with that woman. I made that clear when she came here.”
“So, she did come here and ask for you back.”
“Yeah, but…”
“He was right.”
Baffled, I took a step toward her. “Who was right about what?”
“My father told me she came here and you both reconnected.”
Shocked, I shook my head, “Wait, what? She came here, but I never reconnected with her. I told her to leave me alone,and security escorted her out. You can ask anyone on the team, hell, ask security if you don’t believe me.” I watched as she ran through what I said. Did she believe me? Her father must have seen more, known more than we thought, if he was willing to lie to her to keep her away. Or had it been a trick?
“But the ex.”
“She’s obsessed. She does this every couple of months. I’ve never had someone that I’ve moved on with before, so this is new but not surprising. She brought you up when she was here. I should have warned you, for that I’m sorry.”
“Brought me up?”
I nodded. “She must have followed me from the bar that night, knew I took you home.” Hannah had the look of unsettlement painted across her face. “I don’t think she knows who you are, though, like who your father is.” I attempted to comfort her.
“So, you’re not getting back with her?” Hannah’s voice calmer, softer.
I smiled and shook my head, closing the distance between us. “Not when I’ve fallen in love with you.” I saw her eyes light up the second the words left my lips; her lips curled into a smile.
“What did you say?”
Lifting my palm to her cheek, I looked deeply into her eyes. “Hannah Marshall, I’ve fallen completely in love with you.” It was the first time I’d ever said those words to anyone. I hadn’t planned it, I hadn’t prepared for it, but it was the reality of where my heart was.
“I love you, Cameron Walters.” I didn’t expect her to say it in return, and it wouldn’t have mattered if she didn’t. We moved closer to one another, her fingertips lowering down my bare torso to the top of my towel. With a pull, the cotton fell to the floor, her eyes turning into a lustful gaze. Time seemed to stop in those following seconds, until, like a train bolting from a tunnel,everything exploded as our lips crashed together, devouring each other’s.
It was as if we were drunk with desire, all rational thoughts expelled from our minds. The risk of getting caught only fueled us more, the admission of how we felt like a drug. I walked Hannah through the locker room, pushing her into her father’s office, slamming the door closed as we entered. Quickly, she pulled her shirt from her body, stepped out of her jeans, and her shoes. I reached behind her, unclipping her bra, lowering down to a bend, and yanking her panties from her. My palm ran up her stomach, and Hannah leaned against her father's desk as I lifted her leg and draped it over my shoulder.
I buried my head between her warm thighs, my tongue with a wide lick over her lips before they parted them. The sound of items falling from the desk mixed with her soft moans awakened me, as with a rapid flick of my tongue, I moved over with a circular motion against her clit. Her nectar covered my tongue with her release, her body trembled. Typically, in a moment, I would have paused, kissed her, and taken a moment to relish in the afterglow of her orgasm; I was unable to control the urgency I felt to have her.
Standing, I gripped her waist and yanked her from the desk, turning her. I pushed my palm on her back, leaning her forward. I heard her whimper from the forceful movement, the domination over her body. She gave herself to me entirely that afternoon, which only pushed me to fulfill every pleasure she could imagine. I gripped my erection, positioned myself behind her, and without a second delay guided myself into her. She gasped, her arms flung out, knocking pictures of her with her family onto the floor.
I gripped her hips with an aggressive pull back into my forward thrust. I pounded into her without mercy, savoring the divine feel of her body reacting to the possession I had of her.I leaned over her body, my mouth just outside her ear, with a groan as I grew closer, she screamed as my back arched, and my thrust slowed but moved with a primitive possession of her. With a loud groan, I reached my orgasm, Hannah with a raspy moan of pleasure as she found her own. Breathless, I relaxed on her, not moving.
“I love you,” I spoke softly.
“I love you.” She replied.
CHAPTER 23
HANNAH
Time moved fast after that day in the locker room, as if Cameron and my relationship transcended into a new level. I attended each game, of course, under the pretense that I was there for Marty. We grabbed any moment we could, sneaking into the restroom during practice, in the shower after everyone had left, behind the employee entrance, and a few times in the concession area. We had cressened nearly every inch of the stadium, some more than once. Marty had said it was as if we wanted to get caught, but it was the farthest thing from our minds. We just needed to be together, even if it was just for a moment.
He spent nights at my house; I spent time at his. When the team traveled, I was right there. We went out with the team after the games, but we always left early or disappeared into any private area we could find. Cameron became like a drug to me; one I craved without remorse. I wanted to be high on him; it made me feel alive. It was hard to pretend there was nothing between us when we were around my father or out in public. Watching him interact with women drove me mad, even though I knew I could trust him. Just seeing them close to him, touching him, boiled my blood.
It didn’t take long for Austin or even Maximus to put together that Cameron and I were together, and of course, that meant Lola knew. It gave me someone else to talk with and offer advice. More importantly, it gave us more people to help us sneak away, cover for us when we disappeared, or have time together in public. Austin had expressed his concern over the whole thing, but like a good friend, he assured Cameron he had his back, no matter what happened. The more people who knew made it real, even if we hadn’t gone public. Cameron was mine, and I was his.
My father wasn’t a stupid man, though, and more times than not, I felt as though he had me followed or placed me in situations to test my connection to Cameron. He invited me to his office after practice, but he arrived late. Asking me to drop something off, then suddenly arrived. His favorite was asking me to help during fan meet-and-greets, where there was always one or two very touchy women snuggled up to Cameron. It became a game between my father and me, cat and mouse. What he didn’t realize was that it only fueled Cameron's and my passion, which played out in the most sexually explosive ways.
