Page 107 of Blindside Sinner

Hopefully.

Right?

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BECK

By the time we get to the arena where we’re getting on the bus, Sloan has her bags packed—two of them, actually, which strikes me as odd. I can’t imagine how much she needs for three days away, but I don’t comment because I have something else to ask.

“I want you to ride the bus with me.”

Usually, all the assistants, front office staff in the traveling party, the team photographer, and our announcers ride their own bus. But I want her with me.

“Is that… allowed?” She looks at the other bus loading.

I turn her toward me, so it’s my face she sees. “Coaching staff is on their own bus. It’s just the team on this one.”

She chews at her lip for a moment. Then she exhales and I know I’ve won. “Fine. But you better not get me in trouble, Beckett Daniels. I’m warning you.”

I cross my heart and grin. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She climbs up behind me. We take a seat in the back. This arrangement fits perfectly into my plan. The seats are plush, better than the airplane seats, and they recline further. There are lights overhead for reading, a toilet in the back, and the seat backs are high enough that no one else can see over.

It’s our own little oasis.

Sloan smiles at me, so I lean in and kiss her. It’s not much of a kiss, not much more than a brush of my lips over hers, but it sends my blood south. She curls into me, and the bus hasn’t even moved yet. This is perfect.

I slide my hand under the skirt, just a little tease of what’s to come. She giggles. Poor little thing—she doesn’t know what’s coming. She doesn’t suspect I’m about to spend an entire trip keeping her hopped up on wanting me. Teasing, delaying, driving her insane. I want her panting and eager so that when I say it’s time, she’s ready.

She puts her hand on my leg. It’s a clear what’s-good-for-me-is-good-for-her retaliation, but I have control that she does not. Her skin is like silk under my hand. As soon as the bus takes off, I slide my fingers nearer her promised land, pushing the hem of her skirt up.

“Beck… your friends…” Her whisper is a hiss, but her head falls back against the seat as my little finger brushes her clit. “They’ll hear.”

“Then you better figure out how to be quiet.”

Her eyes squeeze shut, and I pull one of her legs to rest over mine. “Kiss me.”

I’m not the kind of guy who has to be told twice. Her hair is soft in my free hand and I use it to tug her closer. She moans and I smile because she can’t control herself and I do that to her. There’s a certain epic kind of power in that. In making another person come undone.

The kiss lasts a while. When I finally pull back, my head is spinning. She tastes like the strawberries she was eating just before we left to catch the bus. I want to devour her.

“I wish I could crawl over and ride you right now,” she whispers in my ear.

Suddenly, my mind is spinning up images of her in my bed, the view as she bounces up and down, swirls her hips, grinds against my cock with the most incredible fucking friction.

She’s not done yet, either. As she talks, she nuzzles my cheek with her chin. “I want to slide my tongue around the head of your hot cock. I want to feel you throbbing against my lips.”

She grabs me by the back of the head and lays another kiss on me. All I can think about is the scene she’s painting. Her tongue. Her lips. Her fingers on me. When I moan, she swallows the sound whole.

I find her clit and pass my thumb around it in circles. Her hips buck, her body trembles and she’s holding my hand inside her as her walls clench around my fingers when they plunge inside of her. She would cry out, but she’s trying to be quiet and I can tell because she’s sucking the fuck out of my tongue and I’m going to need a minute in the bathroom to relieve some of this pressure if I don’t figure out how to cool off… and fast.

When her tremors have subsided and she’s almost breathing normally, I smile at her and she kisses me softly again.

Then she pulls back and glances up at me, her lashes at half-mast. “I think we should always take the bus.”

I nod. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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