Page 167 of Wrong Pucking Player

Lord Heavenly Father…

“Did you hit your head last night? What happened, and actually… how were you able to find me?”

I know this is abruptly changing the subject, but I’m curious how he found me. From the bandage on my arm, I had to have gotten some sort of treatment, but if I did, wouldn’t I be in the hospital?

“Before that...” He sits up using his core strength, his lips meeting mine for a sweet kiss.

This man knows the way to my heart—or pussy—with these sudden tender ways of expressing affection.

“Whatever happens with Wyatt, I still want us.” His lips brush mine. “You have control over this. You can say you don’t want this anymore, and I won’t argue with your decision.”

“But…”

Why is he so supportive? I don’t get it.

“Cyrus knows what he wants, Kenzie. You can see it in his eyes. He just needs to get past his fear and remember he’s in the driver’s seat. No one else. Once he understands that, he’ll come to accept that he can’t move forward without you by his side. When that time comes and you don’t want me in the picture anymore, so be it.”

“Why would I cast you away when you’re supporting someone who should be considered your rival?”

He shrugs and leans back so he can put his hands behind his back.

“I know what it’s like to be around someone you’d do anything for and be forced to accept how unobtainable they are in your eyes.” It’s as though he’s staring into my soul. “No matter the fierce connection, no matter how much you ‘want’ things to work, you accept the reality that not everything that glitters is gold. I don’t want him to lose the precious diamond in his life all because he’s too afraid to fight for the future he thinks is unobtainable. I think this season, despite him being an equipment manager, may help him fight for what he wants.”

I’m trying to follow his underlying plan.

“You want me to focus on myself, grow and feel more empowered, while we explore us?” I begin and try to piece it together. “Continue this internship and be true to myself and let him decide whether I’m a diamond worth fighting for or one he’ll be willing to let another claim as their grand possession.”

“Bingo, Andrews.” Now he’s smiling.

“What if I’m not satisfied with just that?”

“Just that?”

“With just that happy ending with Wyatt,” I press as my hands unravel from their fist state to press against his chiseled stomach.

He lowers his gaze briefly to my touch, his hooded expression making me feel bold enough to slide myself slightly lower until my lower half is resting right on top of his groin.

I catch that low vibration that thrums against the walls of his throat but doesn’t escape his lips.

“What if your Kenzie wants more?” Leaning forward, I’m able to lean over until my tongue is flicking the golden barbel of his left nipple. His groan follows with a sigh when I run my tongue along the sensitive bud and suck it gently.

“Andrews,” he warns, but he holds off another moan when I move to the other nipple.

Can’t please one side and leave the other.

“What if I don’t want to choose just one player, Armani? I want to be greedy. Needy to be shared. Would you still support me then?” I can’t describe what’s gotten into me, but I want to push his buttons and get the answer my ears are seeking.

Sitting back up, I move my hips. My pussy is dripping wet and soaking whatever panties I’m wearing, but that scent of arousal will only further entice this beast of a man into knowing what I desire right now.

How he’s able to turn me on without sexually taunting me like I am him.

“Answer me, Armani.” I grind against him, over and over again, watching how each taunting movement makes his eyes more hooded with lust, all while he fights to tame his emotions. It’s empowering to watch it happen face to face.

Pushes me to keep going.

Keep fighting for what I want.

“You think you’re gonna get your answer from me, Andrews?”

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