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We both let out sighs of relief.
“Kavalíste me,” he pants out, “ride me, Noelle.” He lays his head back on the loveseat, but keeps his eyes on me.
I pick up my pace, leaning one hand on his leg behind me, the other on his chest, while he grips me tight at my waist. He lets me have my moment before he circleshis arms around me and pounds me from underneath. Gripping my hair tight, he says, “Jesus, Noelle. It’s never been like this.”
I brace myself and take over, rocking my hips over him in a wave-like motion, and he grabs my tits. I’ve never felt so sexy and so alive. It’s as if anything I do, he’s happy with. I try to keep my mind from the past, but it lingers on where Dylan wanted me to be missionary style all the time. I wanted to please him, but he didn’t care about the foreplay or the actual intimacy. He just wanted to get off and be done with it. So this, taking control and giving both Nik and me pleasure, is freeing, and unlike anything I’ve ever known.
And I want more.
My moans bounce off the walls, and his large hands span my rib cage, urging me on. My tits bounce with every thrust, and he cups them, a dirty grin tugging on his lips.
Breathlessly, I ask, “What are you smiling at, rookie?”
"You're riding the fuck out of my cock, why wouldn’t I smile?”
I laugh, throwing my head back, and continue working my hips, gaining speed, and feel my impending orgasm approaching. He grips my breasts, flicking my nipples before pulling me flush against him. He pounds into me from underneath, and I'm so close. Just when I'm ready to break, he pushes me back into a sitting position on him and throws his hands behind his head.
“Páre me mazí sou,’ he lets out a breath. “Fuck, take me with you.”
I take over, swirling my hips. His eyes stay on my tits. I’m frantic with my motion as he presses his thumb to my clit.
“Ahh, Noelle!” he yells out, as I feel his cock get even harder inside me.
“Touch me, keep going,” I cry, loving the feel of him on me. He grabs my breast and smacks the other. The sharp slap like an electrical current straight to my pussy.
“Fuck!” I gasp. “Do it again."
He chuckles, low and sinister, and slaps me twice more, and I break.Fuck, do I break, my orgasm washes over me like never before. And he follows, his body locking up inside me, his face tight with pleasure and pain.
I fall onto him as he circles his arms around me, holding me tight, still rotating his hips under me. The feel of him so close only has me crying for more. Panting and trying to catch my breath, I ask, “Jesus, how do you know how to do that?”
“It’s just you. I don’t know a goddamn thing until I’m inside of you.”
Fuck, he says every right word I could ever ask for. I wanted to push him tonight, to make sure he knows what he’s leaving, but in the end, there’s going to be no leaving. I’m not going anywhere.
And in those moments when I rehash it all, I know I’m not going to write the article my editor wants me to.I can’t.Nik is more important than that.
35
Nik
Dante told me to test her. In the end, she tested me, and I lost. I couldn’t control myself when I walked back in that room. And honestly? I didn't want to. I still don’t, and I’m not going to from here on out.
I watched the games and was on the phone with Dante while the bets were coming in. He said Rhett had come back down to the club, which was why I had to leave the room. Noelle couldn’t know he was there again, asking questions about her. And the timing of it is too much.
But after being with her in the hotel, and our travels home, my mind seemed to settle. Noelle and I talked talked, went through what we know, and tried to make sense of it all. Sure, there’s a loose end right now, but I grew bold in my thinking that there is no way anyone can tie me to throwing that game. The school buried it; it’s been three years. Theycan’t take anything from me now. It’s my word versus someone else’s. And who is that someone else - Trevor? Rhett? If either of them wanted to unmask the whole thing, they would have done it already.
I don’t know what articles she could have found, but if anything was talked about now, whoever buried it then would just do it again, right? Coach Gage won’t want any talk coming to light. I bet he’d get his wife to handle shit in an instant. After Sunday’s game, I’m too good to jeopardize. I know it, and they know it. So let whoever wants to scare me, try. It’s not the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last. Just like Dante said, someone is always looking to take something from you. We’ll just step on this one and wait for the next one.
We’re sitting in the upstairs office, overlooking both sides of the club, while security brings up Rhett. I knew he’d be here, it’s like he can’t help but tell on himself. So now, Dante and I are going to press him hard to see what information he’ll give up. He enters and, with a swagger that makes me want to punch his lights out, sits across from us.
“Rhett, I heard you’ve been busy. Sureyou’renot the reporter here?”
He gives a smug grin. “Just doing due diligence, ya know? I find it very interesting that you’re still friendly with Dante after all these years, and are always at the club. Seems to me you’d be busy at the stadium, ya know, playing the game you get paid millions for.” He turns his head. “But I bet that doesn’t even come close to what you’ve made here, right?”
The fact that hethinkshe knows something and that he’s right, makes me want to end his life right here. But it just proves my point: he’s trying to take something thatisn't his, and if he had viable information that would out me, he would have done it already.
“A guy's allowed to have friends.” My eyes narrow on him. “None of this will track back to me, Rhett, so I don't know what you're pushing for.”
