Karaoke Chemistry: A Witchy Small Town Romcom (Sacred River Book 2)

36. Riggs

“THE MARCHING BAND has never sounded better.” Mrs. Hayes is in the announcer’s booth with me, and she gives me a knowing look as they march off the field.

I arch a brow. “Remarkable, isn’t it?”

“Really is,” Ava chimes in.

Together, we all turn to Magnolia, whose eyes widen. “What? I thought they needed a…boost.” Her cheeks get pink, and she’s so damn adorable I can hardly stand it.

“Get over here, my little witch.” I pull her to me and relish the feel of her snuggled into my arms.

Ava sighs happily as she watches us. “I love this so much. You two are disgusting, and I love it.”

Mr. Taylor, who it turns out is the voice of the Sacred High Wolves and not only the school janitor and faculty party bartender, clears his throat. “Look. I appreciate all of your company, but could you leave? The second half is about to start, and I can’t be distracted.”

Ava glances longingly at the opposing team’s defensive coordinator, a hulking mass of a man who takes up a lot of space in this booth, and who I’ve gathered is her boyfriend. “But Mr. Taylor?—”

“Nope,” he cuts her off.

“Okay, everyone, let’s go.” I herd us all out and down into the stands, where the students are way more into the game than I would have figured they would be. We’re a month into the season, and we’ve lost as many as we’ve won, but they’re just as riled up as if it were the first game.

Calls of Hi, Principal Finlay and Hi, Miss Rowan follow us as we descend the concrete steps, followed by the inevitable whispers from the girls about the fact that I’m holding Magnolia’s hand. Apparently, it’s “romantic” and “swoon-worthy.” All I know is I’m grateful she’s finally letting us be out in the open.

Hell, she put everything into the open after the Gathering. Her transformation has been beautiful to watch this past month, from subtle things like incorporating her Seven wardrobe into her everyday wear—she says she feels more in control when she wears her Docs to teach in—to the more obvious like singing along to songs without worry, and using her magic at school. It’s nothing too startling, even though I knew she was hesitant at first. Once she saw that the students thought it was “bad-ass,” though, she was all in. It’s helpful that she’s learned to control her emotions so that they don’t affect those around her; I was getting tired of breaking up all the make-out sessions that were happening around the school.

Although I have to admit, it was nice to know that those kids were doing it because Magnolia was thinking about me.

I’ve rewarded her in my office accordingly. Multiple times. Because Magnolia’s also got a way to make it where no one can see or hear us when we’re, shall we say, occupied.

In fact…

I nod at Ava and Mrs. Hayes, then tug Magnolia in the opposite direction.

“Riggs, what are you doing?” she asks.

I don’t answer as I tighten my grip on her hand and lead us around the stands. As she giggles behind me, I make a note to thank Mr. Taylor for ensuring I got a copy of all the grounds keys. In moments, we’re at the door leading beneath the bleachers.

Magnolia’s face is the picture of innocence as she asks, “Principal Finlay, where are you taking me?”

I grin and unlock the door. “Ever been in here?”

She shakes her head and follows me in. It’s a small room piled with tables, chairs, various types of sports equipment, and lawn care stuff. It doesn’t smell great, but I don’t give a shit.

Wordlessly, I close the door, and darkness falls around us. I pull her to me, claiming the gasp of surprise on her lips. Her green apple scent surrounds me as I thread my fingers into her hair and tug lightly, angling her mouth where I want it. She moans, and the sound goes straight to my dick. Almost immediately, the temperature in the room rises.

“Easy, tiger,” I chuckle against her lips. Because while she can control her emotions and how they affect the surrounding environment, she doesn’t always.

“There’s an easy fix for that, you know.” She shucks my jacket off, and hers hits the floor with a soft thwack a second later. Her hands go to my belt, but I swat them away and push her against a table. A soft whine escapes, but she stops as soon as I begin to undo her pants and kneel before her. Which is a hell of a lot easier now that the walking boot is gone. “Riggs,” she breathes.

I make quick work of her, getting a boot off and yanking her jeans and panties down, then pulling them off one side. An aching sense of need—her need—pulses through me, and the shock of it is almost enough to knock me on my ass. “Fuck,” I bite out, trying to get my breath.

“Now,” she demands. “Your mouth. My pussy.”

“I’m tr?—”

Her palm is on the back of my head, slamming my face against her, before I can finish. Not that I’m complaining. My dick presses painfully against my jeans as I grip her ass and suck her clit into my mouth. Her answering moan is all I need to know I’m where she wants me. That, and the fact that she’s not letting up on my head.

“Eat me like I’m the last fucking thing you’ll ever have,” she growls.

Seriously. This woman is going to make me have a heart attack with how fucking sexy her commanding me is. How much it turns me on. So I obey. Fuck yes, I obey. I feast, tossing her bare leg over my shoulder for better access as I plunge my tongue into her. Her hips writhe as she moans above me, and I give her exactly what she wants. Licking, sucking, swirling, tasting. Wringing every whimper and moan out of her like it’s my goddamn job.

“So good, Riggs. So fucking good. Just like that,” she praises, riding my face as she seeks her pleasure. Above us, the crowd cheers, and all I can think is, damn straight.

Right when she’s on the edge, her legs shaking around my ears, I pull away. “Need to be inside you,” I whisper hoarsely. “I have to feel you come around my cock. Please.”

She groans in assent as she pulls me up by my shirt, yanking my lips to hers and opening immediately for me, tasting herself on my tongue. A pulse of heat blasts against me.

Chuckling, I undo my jeans. “You like that, don’t you?”

“I like it all, Riggs,” she answers. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

I push into her without preamble, and we both groan loudly. She’s so fucking perfect. I pull out and thrust in again, and again. My little witch doesn’t want soft and sweet right now. Another blast of heat hits me, and sweat runs down my forehead.

Magnolia curses and yanks my shirt off. “Skin. Need your skin.” Then she groans as I hike her leg up and push her ass onto the table. Her nails rake across my chest and I hiss at the delicious pain. She follows it up with pinching my nipples, and pleasure streaks through me. “More, Riggs. More.”

I go faster. Harder. Things are definitely falling around us in this room, but I’m lost to the feel of her exquisite pussy enveloping me, tightening more and more as I fuck her. “Magnolia,” I grit.

“I need—” she starts.

“I know.” I pull her up, still joined, and walk us to a wall. When I thrust again, she moans.

“Fuck yes,” she gasps. “Ohmygod ohmygod omygod.”

I nearly black out at the pleasure. It’s almost too much. My legs are screaming, and I’ve lost all sense of time and space. It’s animalistic. Feral. Hungry. I can’t get enough.

“I’m gonna?—”

“Now, Mags.”

She yells as she comes, her pussy squeezing me so hard I see stars. I follow with a shout, the both of us clinging to each other as we ride out the most intense orgasm of my life.

The crowd yells above us and Mr. Taylor’s voice rings out. “Touchdown, Wolves!”