“No. You stay here with your team,” she said, her eyes pulling away from mine and moving to her husband's. That’s right, Morris. She’s Mrs. Whitney Malone these days. She’s no longer Whitney Harris, the woman you used to fuck, used to… not love. But, I could’ve loved her. I knew that.
The look in Calvin’s eyes was intense, and his jaw tightened as he made sure I’d got a good look at his facial warning. “It was good seeing you, Holly,” I said politely. “Ace, catch you on the field tomorrow. Enjoy your family, man.” And with that, I walked away.
I couldn’t help but wonder what she was about to say, what she would’ve said if Calvin hadn’t interrupted. It didn’t matter. Mrs. Whitney Malone.
Whitney had taken the baby down the hall toward the elevators, so I found myself walking down an unfamiliar corridor just to get away from the crowd, from Calvin. I knew he’d be watching me, making sure I wasn’t trying to talk to his wife. I wasn’t that man. I didn’t give a fuck what Calvin Malone thought of me. I had more respect for myself than that. It didn’t matter if I respected him.
Where the fuck was I going?
A set of double glass doors met me at the end of the hallway. I leaned against the wall and stared out toward the ocean, feeling like I needed an adrenaline fix. I could walk out into the dark waves and take a dip in the shark-infested waters to cool down. I could walk back to the lobby and out the front doors to the Harley shop up the street. A hog between my legs, the rumble of the powerful engine, and the sweet, salty Daytona ocean air pushing through my hair. Yeah, that could help settle me down for the night.
I turned and headed back the way I'd come, noticing a set of elevators that I’d missed before. I stopped, stared at the shiny metallic doors and my reflection in them as I contemplated my fate for the night, possibly the rest of my life. You have too much to lose, Morris. Don’t be a fool.
My finger reached out, pushed the up button, and within seconds, I was inside the comfort of the closed elevator, riding upwards, to safety, to the only thing I needed.
Her door was closed. I stopped, staring at the number for a moment, realizing that it wasn’t fair to corner her like this. Walk away. I couldn’t. My legs were frozen in their spot. My heart was racing, my mind reeling with more than it could process.
Something dropped on the other side of the door. I heard movement and then the handle turned. I wanted to flee the scene like a teenager caught throwing eggs on Halloween, but there I stood. Frozen.
“Todd?” her voice asked with surprise. Her pupils widened, her lips parted, and it was obvious she wanted me here just as badly as I wanted to be here.
“I didn’t want to be alone,” I said quickly. It was the most vulnerable thing I’d ever said to a woman, to anyone.
She moved from the door, opening it wider for me to enter. Her scent lingered as I passed, grazing my arm against her silky skin.
“I’m sorry, Kat. I know I shouldn’t be here,” I said, turning to face her once the door closed.
She didn’t look like she was sorry. Her eyes filled with hunger, her body heaving with heavy breath and desire. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.
I moved toward her, not wanting to answer her question. I wasn’t okay. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her into my chest as my lips covered hers.
The feel of her tongue sliding against mine was more than enough to feed the hungry beast that had awoken inside of me. I didn’t need a motorcycle. I didn’t need to swim with the sharks. I needed her.
My hands roamed through her long locks, my hips grinding into hers. It was rough, passionate, raw, but it was exactly what I needed. Her leg lifted around me, my hand gripped it, feeling the sweet flesh she offered to me. Those fuckin’ cotton shorts were more than I could handle, and that tank top, no bra, this was the Kat I wanted.
Her chest pushed into me, my mouth lowered to suck in the cotton of her thin tank top with her breast underneath. Sweet moans, sighs, noises that made my dick dance in my pants escaped her lips. Fuck!
Slick juices glided between my fingers as I reached into her shorts. Her hips rocked toward me, begging for me to enter. Two fingers slid inside her warm pussy and began working back and forth like scissors as she squirmed.
My cock was already pulsating behind the denim it was smashed into when her tiny hand gripped the button of my jeans. Sweet relief fell over me once she unleashed my dick into her hand. Her strokes were soft, smooth, causing pre-cum to sneak out of the tip for her fingers to play in.
I pulled at her tank top until her breast popped out from the side. My mouth consumed the flesh, sucking hard on the erect nipple as she fondled my balls, squeezed my cock, and sucked on my neck. The teasing was more than I could handle. I needed her now. I reached into my back pocket, pulled out a condom and slipped it on. My hand pressed against her chest, pushing her gently down to the couch. I pinned her beneath my arms, letting my cock aim for the sweetness between her legs without my assistance. She pushed at her shorts until they were past her hips, where I quickly took over, pulling them to the floor.
My cock needed no guidance entering her. It was hungry for her and knew just where to go. Our eyes locked, and our breathing synced up as we both seemed to calm. I thrust into her slowly, slower than my usual pace. I wanted to feel everything. I wanted to embrace the moment, savor this feeling for as long as possible.
Her hands reached up, pressed against my face. I pushed into them, letting them cup me as my mouth gently bit onto her thumb. My cock throbbed hard inside of her. Her body shook with every pulse. Soon, her eyes narrowed, beginning to close, and her lips parted, but no sound escaped. Warm juices surrounded my erection like a warm blanket as groans filled the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I exploded into her body. Watching her orgasm brought a deeper sensation to my own.
Her body finally calmed. Her eyes opened and stared into mine with a strange mixture of satisfaction and confusion.
I wanted to stay. To never leave. But I didn’t want to ask. Her hands were wrapped around me tightly, pulling me toward her. I couldn’t resist, letting a portion of my weight drop to her. A sigh escaped her mouth with warm breath into my ear. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard a woman make.
“Stay with me tonight,” she whispered.
The second most beautiful sound I’d ever heard a woman make.
“Yes.”
We laid like that for what felt like forever, in each other’s arms. I knew my weight was probably beginning to crush her, and it was becoming harder to hold away from her with the ache in my shoulder.
There wasn’t talk of secrets, of never doing this again, just a sweet smile, a warm kiss, and we both climbed into her big bed, her back to me, my arms around her, and the sweet comfort of knowing we both wanted to be right where we were in that moment.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Katrina