29. Rhett
RHETT
Despite being just fine, the hospital kept me for a full day. My guess? Victoria had strong-armed someone into keeping an eye on me. I didn’t mind, though. Being doted on by the most beautiful woman in the city?
I would’ve chopped my own fucking hand off to get it, career be damned.
She was so kind. So gentle. It showed me how beautiful of a mother she was. No wonder Bry turned out headstrong and confident. She had Victoria as a mother.
She could’ve taught my own mother a thing or two about sticking around, despite harsh experiences.
The team made regular appearances. With the media fully focused on the team headed to our first championship game in seventeen years, the news syndicates had long since forgotten about Bry and Coach’s tryst they had going on.
Which, as the days passed by, looked less like a tryst and more like a life commitment.
I wondered if that would be me and Victoria one of these days.
Still, with the news no longer up our assholes, there was no need for us to continue staying at the estate.
We were no longer being followed. No one’s privacy was under threat any longer.
So after I was discharged from the hospital with a clean bill of health, it didn’t shock me that Victoria had already gotten her stuff moved back to her place.
What I didn’t expect was for her to have moved my stuff there as well.
“Weirdly enough, I don’t know where you actually live,” Victoria said as she ushered me into her home. “So I just brought your stuff here. Figured it was time we all went back to our own spaces anyway.”
“Has she moved in with him or something?” I asked as I walked through the threshold of the front door.
“Or something,” she said as she followed behind me and locked the door closed. “Her stuff is still here, but she spends more nights than not over there with him.”
“How does that make you feel?”
She shrugged as she made her way into the kitchen, those thick hips sashaying for my viewing pleasure. “She’s a grown woman, and it’s clear Colton treats her well. If she’s happy, I’m happy.”
“Are you happy?”
“For them? Of course.”
“Not what I meant?”
She paused in the kitchen with the fridge open. She peered over her shoulder at me, then dipped down and pulled out a couple of sodas. She bumped the refrigerator closed with her hip, set one of the sodas on the kitchen island countertop for me, and then cracked hers open.
She took three long pulls, giving me a beautiful view of her luscious neck as she tipped it back before she drew in a deep breath.
“Yes. I am,” she finally said.
I walked up to the kitchen island and picked up the soda, cracking it open without a second thought.
I took a few pulls, digesting her words before I set my soda down as well.
We just stared at one another. I hadn’t been back inside her place since the night of our first game, when she had that flat tire, and I came searching for her.
I hoped she understood that I’d always come searching for her.
“Congratulations on the win, by the way,” she said, breaking our comfortable silence.
I smiled softly. “Couldn’t have done it without our favorite donor.”
“Your only owner.”
“Not for long,” I said with a grin. “When teams head to championships like this? Donors have a tendency to come out of the woodworks. Just make sure you get them to sign contracts. None of this ‘one and done’ stuff.”
She grinned as she took another pull from her Dr. Pepper. “So bossy.”
I tossed her a wink. “Only for you.”
“Ah, lucky me,” she said flatly.
But the smile that reached her eyes told me she was only playing. “You know you like it.”
“Oh yeah?”
I placed my soda down onto the kitchen island and slowly stalked toward her. “Yeah.”
She took a small step back. “Well, personally, I think your bossy side is a bit much.”
“You do, huh?” I asked, prowling in her direction.
Every step back she took only pushed me forward. “I do, yes.”
“Mmm, that voice is a bit breathless, Victoria.”
She lifted her chin as her back thudded softly against the kitchen wall. “No, it’s not.”
I placed a hand over her head, my palm planted into the wall as my free hand came up. My thumb grazed along her jaw, tipping her gray eyes up to mine, and I licked my lips.
“Yes, it is,” I said.
She clicked her tongue. “So demanding.”
But her breathlessness made her blush and I tracked that blush with my eyes as it moved down her neck and disappeared beneath her blouse.
I wanted her out of these fucking clothes.
“Well, like you said, we did win today,” I said as I slid my thumb along her lower lip.
“Uh huh,” she said, not even trying to hide it any longer.
“And we did work hard all season,” I muttered as I pressed my leg in between hers.
“Oh,” she breathed softly.
My lips fell to the shell of her ear. “And I did take a hell of a hit out on that ice.”
She drew in a trembling breath as her hands slipped to my hips, teasing the loops of my jeans. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Look at me.”
“Rhett—”
“I said look at me, Victoria.”
She swallowed hard and dragged her eyes back up to mine. “Yeah?”
My eyes held hers. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do. Don’t you see how I yearn for you, Victoria? How my body can’t help but be close to you?”
Tears crested her eyes as I brushed my knuckles along her cheek.
“Don’t you see what you do to me?” I whispered.
“Show me,” she said breathlessly.
And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
I covered her mouth with mine before my hands fell to the globes of her ass.
I squeezed her ass through that pencil skirt, hoisting her against me.
I heard her heels clatter off her feet as I spun her around.
I walked her right up to that kitchen island and perched her on the granite countertops.
Her legs wrapped around me, our heights perfectly matched as she sat there, devouring my mouth with hers.
Our tongues dueled for battle as we ripped one another out of our clothes.
We decorated her kitchen floor with our fabrics. Her arms languidly slid around my neck. Her soft curves pressed into the slats of my muscles that poked through the small amount of softness I had going for me, and it felt like perfection.
She and I were perfect together.
And I’d give up anything just to stay at her side.
“Mine,” I glowered as I sucked on her lower lip.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered as her head fell back.
I raked my teeth along her pulse point. I felt her pulse skyrocket, throbbing against my tongue as I lapped at her skin.
I spread her legs wide until her scent filled my nostrils.
She made me feral, like a wild fucking animal, and the only thing keeping me in my own skin was the way she kept saying my name.
What had always been mine.
“Lie back,” I said as I reached for a kitchen table chair behind me.
For once, she didn’t even question me. She simply laid back against the granite countertop of the kitchen island as I pulled up a seat. I planted my bare ass down onto that thing without a care in the world. And when I was eye level with her pussy, I threaded her legs over my shoulders.
I dove into my meal for the night.
“Rhett! Oh god!” she cried out.
“I am your god,” I growled as I lapped from her entrance to her clit.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” she hissed as she bucked ravenously against me.
Her thighs squeezed around my face. Her legs shook with every flick of my tongue over that sensitive nub of hers. I adored her taste. I wanted her to drown me in it. I wanted to stay between her legs for so long that the men on my team fucking smelled her on my skin during our next practice.
I lapped her juices, drinking my fill as she shook and shivered.
Her hands gripped my hair, her fingers twisting into the tendrils as she pulled me closer.
She smothered me in her pussy. She rocked against my face.
She took her pleasure any way she reached for it, and all it did was spur me on.
I stood to my feet, taking her legs with me.
I wrapped my arms around the backs of her thighs, hoisting that pussy against my face as I dragged her fucking lower back off the granite countertop.
Practically suspending her there as I devoured her.
“Rhett! Rhett! Rhett! Oh, fuck! Don’t stop!”
“Never,” I rasped against her entrance.
I sucked her pussy juices out of that tight little hole of hers before I raked my flattened tongue up to her clit.
And the second I sucked that swollen nub between my teeth, she came apart.
I heard her choking on my name. I felt her hips stuttering against my face.
Something wet gushed against my skin, dripping down my neck and my chest. I lapped deeply at her, not giving her a chance to get away.
Even though she scrambled. Even though she tried shoving my head out from between her legs.
“Rhett, I can’t. Too much. I-i-i-i-it—you—oh, shit,” she squeaked out.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I growled.
I folded her in half, opening up that thick pussy for me. She had a treasure trove between her legs, dripping with glistening juices that my stomach was ready for. I dove back into her folds. I licked her clean, feeling her shivering as her voice grew hoarse.
By the time I was done with her, she wouldn’t have a voice at all.
“Rhett!” she cried out.
Her back arched so deeply that I thought it would snap into pieces.
Her muscles locked out, shivering around me as if we were butt naked out in a snowstorm.
I pressed my face into her pussy, holding my breath and moving my stubble along every firing nerve ending she had in those juicy lower lips of hers.
Her back collapsed with a crash.
Sending our half-drank soda cans falling to the ground.
“Whoops,” she said with a laugh.
“Come here,” I grunted as I snatched her off the kitchen island.
She squealed as I tossed her over my shoulder. I smacked her ass playfully, relishing its jiggle as I eyed the hallway. I hadn’t gotten a grand tour of her home or anything, but a master bedroom wasn’t hard to find.
I charged down the hallway, my heavy cock bouncing against my stomach, erect with a need to be home.
I tore down the hallway as she giggled with delight. I kicked her bedroom door open before charging straight for her four-poster king-size bed. The damned thing was made for us, and I dropped her voluptuous body onto the mattress as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes.
But before she could scramble away from me, I gripped her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed.
“Rhett!” she squealed.
I forced her legs around my waist, though it didn’t take her long to lock them.
“Mine,” I growled as I grabbed the base of my cock.
“Yours,” she said breathlessly.
And as I dipped the head of my cock to her entrance, my eyes found hers. “Do you mean it?”
“Huh?”
“Look at me, Victoria.”
She propped herself up onto her elbows and I committed the dazed look in her eyes to memory.
She was completely disheveled. Glistening with a sheen of sweat due to her orgasms. Her curves weren’t tucked away in shapewear and pencil skirts.
Her jiggly bits and rainbow-colored stretch marks were out and proud, beneath a harsh light over our heads that illuminated everything.
She didn’t cower away from my gaze, either.
Instead, all she did was listen to me.
“Good girl,” I said as I inched my cock into her body.
“Oh, Rhett,” she groaned as her head fell back.
“I said look at me.”
Her head snapped back, her half-hooded eyes locking with mine.
Her arms shook as she held herself up. Her body shivered as I sank myself inside of her, inch after inch.
Her pussy fluttered around me. That tight little hole of hers cradled me close as if it rejoiced that I was finally home.
And still, she kept those dazed eyes locked on me.
“Such a good girl for me,” I muttered, bottoming out against her hips.
And as her head fell back against the comforter, her straight hair splayed in all sorts of directions, I peeled her legs from around my waist.
I tossed them over my shoulders and bent her in half.