54. willow
CHAPTER 54
WILLOW
THE REAL SCORE
Once I hit the lobby, I bolted to the elevator, squeezing in between football players. I had a vague idea of where the bracelet was. All I needed to do was find it and hide it. King and I were finally in a good place. The bracelet didn’t need to make an appearance for the rest of the trip.
A tattooed arm stopped the doors from closing and they opened to reveal King, his eyebrows raised.
Oh. Shit .
My heart thudded as King forced his teammates to the side, taking his place next to me.
I stole a look at him. "Did you…forget something?"
He smiled.
Double shit .
Hiding the bracelet wouldn’t happen with King there. Well, it would, but in the mysterious disappearance of a mafia leader in the forties kind of hiding.
The doors opened to our floor, and I took slow, leisurely steps. "I meant what I said, King."
He nodded.
"No one’s ever made me feel so safe," I whispered, careful to lower my voice when a few junior players walked by. "I’ve never had a good time with somebody like that."
He nodded again.
" Dammit, " I blurted out and sprinted down the hall. It was a real effort, but completely wasted. In the time it took me to slip out my room key, King easily snagged the door before I could shut him out.
He closed the door behind him. "What are you doing?"
"I’ll meet you in the van."
"Mm."
"I’ll bring your jersey, whatever you need," I said, scanning the room before my eyes locked on the woven bracelet, right on the dresser. I stole a two second glance at King and his eyes met mine.
We both went for it.
For the first time, my size was an advantage with him before King pressed himself in my space until the back of my legs met the bed.
"Hey, baby," he murmured, forcing me lower until I hit the blankets.
Fuck, he’s good at this.
I slipped on the bracelet to make it harder to grab, and King pinned my wrists above my head with a single hand, eyes traveling down my body. Everywhere he looked, my blood heated.
"You don’t have to do this," he drawled.
"I don’t want you to burn the bracelet."
"It’s so hot how well you know me."
My pulse raced. "I’ll meet you in the lobby."
"Do you know how I took the bracelet yesterday?"
"Does it have anything to do with feeling me up on the bus?"
"That’s my girl." That note of intense pride at how fast I caught on made it that much harder to breathe. "All it takes is a physical distraction and some kind of big emotion. Anger’s a good one. But I think I found something better."
I swallowed. "Which is?"
He flipped me over, my front hitting the bed. I gasped in surprise, while his hand ran up my wrist.
" King. "
"You can just give it to me," he whispered, his voice so throaty and delicious, it was hard not to agree with him. Slowly, he pulled my hair away to kiss my neck, covering me with his body until I was left panting beneath him. "You’ll never have to worry about it again."
"I’m not worried about it now." I gripped the bracelet as he tried to pull it off.
King chuckled and I couldn’t help it—I pressed against him. Being pinned down and touched was such a turn on. I came so many times earlier, but heat pooled between my legs anyway.
His hand crept under my shirt.
"Oh my god," I whispered while King ran his knuckles along my stomach.
"You’re wearing too much."
There went my shirt. My jeans were next, unbuttoned and shrugged down. Then I could hear him pull his shorts down too.
"The vans are downstairs," I managed.
King hummed in agreement.
"They— oh —" My words cut off when King pressed his hard cock against me, restrained only by his boxers.
"If you want to be my angel, I’ll let you cum. If not…I’ll use you to get off."
Oh, god.
Why did I want to keep the bracelet away from him again?
Right, he’d tie it to an anvil and throw it in the ocean.
"I’m not even going to wear it," I said, less of an argument than a turned-on plea. "I wanted to find a safe place for it!"
"You’re such a sweetheart." His tongue trailed over my skin until my eyes rolled. "You taste so sweet. Feel how hard you've got me, thinking about eating your pussy again." Slowly, he pulled down my panties. "It’s a good thing we’re doing this now. I don’t know if I would’ve survived the rest of the day without seeing your ass one more time."
"Do you want a blowjob?"
"Not going to happen."
"But why— fuck ."
His boxers were pushed down and his cock brushed against me, throbbing, hard, just rubbing against me.
"You sing too pretty. I can’t ruin your throat."
"I’m playing drums tonight."
"But you get the last song."
"I could drink lots of tea."
"Willow, that wouldn’t be a massage." He bit my shoulder and I whimpered, a completely involuntary reaction. "Doing this and not fucking you is taking self-control. I don’t know how much of that I’d have with your mouth on my cock."
I was about to argue when I felt his fingers on my wrist again, inching up the bracelet.
I tightened my grip.
"Fine," he sighed. I thought he’d let me up, but he wrapped his arm around my waist before lifting his hips off of me.
I didn’t want him to stop. "Wait— wait ?—"
"If Elijah Contractor gets to decorate you, your boyfriend does too."
There was the unmistakable sound of him stroking his cock.
The breath left my body.
"I can blow you," I pleaded.
"So eager." His pace quickened, jerking himself off. "That’s my angel. Your face would look so pretty, covered in my cum." He grunted. "I love when you get overstimulated. Hearing you whimper when I ate you out—fuck, I could’ve came right then. God, those hazy eyes of yours…the begging…the moaning… fuck. I’m going to cum," he panted. "If you’re wearing his bracelet, you’ll have my cum between your legs."
My panty strings were pulled tight along my hips, digging into my skin while he found his peak. Hearing him behind me sent my heart hammering, the hitch in his voice, the shallow breaths, the curses he muttered between gritted teeth…
He pressed my panties back into place, covered in his cum. I lurched forward, so fucking sensitive, but he pulled me back, kneading my panties against my sex, an endless tease I couldn’t survive through.
"Oh my god, " I cried out, instantly arching my back to his touch.
"Such an angel," he murmured.
I was once again too jaded and not emotionally equipped to deal with it.
King helped me up with soft kisses and slipped my shirt over before he found his jersey. I let him tug me to the door. He picked up my purse from the end table and kissed my neck. "Do you need anything? Do you have everything?"
I couldn’t do anything but nod.
"Can I get you anything?"
Dazed, I shook my head.
"I’ll take care of you later, I promise," he whispered, shutting the door behind us.
There was no way in hell I was getting any sleep tonight, but this was a victory. The bracelet was still on my wrist and in terms of orgasms, we were at…nine or eight to three? Ten? How many times did I cum?
Whatever the number, I was getting the better end of the deal.
"You didn’t win," I managed.
"Didn’t win?"
"I still have the bracelet."
"Willow, I didn’t want the bracelet. Go find a mirror."
A mirror ?
I dropped my gaze to something that made me do a double take. And then a triple take.
"What the…? King? "
I wasn’t wearing my silver Marrs University t-shirt anymore. I had a dark blue Romans jersey, exactly like the one King pulled on. It hung down to my thighs. The number seventy-two was stamped on it. When did he put this on me?
A deep rumble of pleasure overtook him. " Wow. "
I bunched up the bottom of the jersey. "I—I can’t wear this. You know I can’t wear this. King. King! "
But the football player was already walking away, effectively leaving me behind. I stared down at the bracelet. The empty trophy that never mattered. He did all of that to put his jersey on me and I fell for it.
"I can’t wear this!" I hurried to whisper and reached for my back pocket.
"Hey, Willow? If I didn’t want the bracelet, what do you think I scored instead?"
My mouth fell open when he held up his room key, swiping it to the side, revealing mine behind it.
Fuck.
I went after him. The vans were waiting downstairs and we needed to go, but not before I changed out of his jersey. Because this was reckless. I already publicly said I wouldn’t be wearing anyone’s gear. To turn up in King’s was unthinkable.
I tried to grab my key but King held it up in the air above me, grinning.
"Give it back," I urged.
"You don’t have enough time to make a new one."
"You’re being stupid for no reason!" I dropped my voice as low as I could go. "I can wear this in bed, but I can’t wear it out ."
"Tell everyone you’re wearing my jersey because we’re really, really good friends."
"I think your head is really, really full of rocks."
He pressed the button for the elevator and I made a last-ditch attempt. I actually grazed the card, but that must’ve been too close of a call for King. He leaned over for the silver latch on the wall, labeled laundry chute.
"Don’t you dare," I warned him.
With a snap of his wrist, he tossed the room keys inside.
" Christ! It’s not Elijah without survival instincts, it’s you! The only thing you’re thinking with is your dick!"
"I’ve never thought with my dick before. It’s a new experience."
"Stop doing it!"
"I don’t want to."
"Oh my god?—"
The elevator doors opened, and I stuttered into silence.
There were only a handful of football players inside but all of them made a show of staring when they saw what I had on. In the back, Piper’s mouth fell open next to Adam who looked just as surprised.
" Willow? " Piper asked, shocked.
"I—I?—"
King motioned towards the elevator, still smiling.
Resisting the urge to flip him off, I stepped into the elevator, right next to Piper, ignoring all the gawking stares. Too bad Piper was no better.
"We’re splitting the profits," I told her under my breath, still irritated at King, who couldn’t have looked more pleased. "Fifty, fifty."
King nodded.
Damn him .
I threw an incredulous look his way. "Seventy-five, twenty-five."
He nodded again.
"A hundred percent," I threatened. "I own this jersey."
King directed his smile back to me. "Yeah, you do."