Chapter 46
HAILEE
Irritation still trickles through me. The memory of Hayden jumping in and talking for me is still blazing bright in my mind. But despite how much it annoyed me, I know it wasn’t malicious. He wasn’t trying to control anything or overpower me. He was just jealous.
I’ve never experienced anyone acting that way over me before, and I was at risk of focusing too much on how much I liked it. So instead of acting on that, I latched onto the anger.
Hayden stares down at me, his eyes blown with lust and regret. The fact that he’s self-aware enough to know what he did settles something inside me.
No one ever cared about their behavior making me feel any kind of way in the past. My feelings were inconsequential. But it’s nothing like that with Hayden.
He cares. He genuinely cares.
I take a step forward, and he takes one back, teasing me.
His taunt rings loudly in my head.
“What are you going to do about it?”
Fuck. There are so many things I want to do about it. But we’re limited while we’re in this club with almost the entire team up in the VIP section.
I take another step forward, but this time, he doesn’t move, ensuring I press myself up against him.
The music pounds around us, but I barely hear it. My attention is purely on him.
Stretching up on my toes, I get as close to his ear as I can before I shout, “You’re playing with fire right now, Monroe,” desire coiling tightly inside me.
Sliding my hands down his arms, I wrap my fingers around his wrists and move them behind his back as I trail kisses down his throat.
His pulse thunders beneath my lips, and his muscles pull as he swallows.
“W-what are you doing?” he asks, as I push him backward until he hits the wall.
“Exactly what you asked, baby,” I say, innocently batting my lashes up at him. “Clasp your hands behind your back.”
“W-what?” he stutters, his eyes searching mine in case he misheard me.
“Hands behind your back, Hayden,” I instruct firmly.
“B-but I thought we were gonna dance,” he stutters, confused, his brows pulling together.
“Oh, I’m going to dance,” I say as I roll my hips against his, and then slide my hands back up his arms and down his chest.
His abs jump as I glide my palms over them.
“Hails,” he groans as my fingers hit his waistband and don’t stop.
A smirk curls at my lips as I grasp him through his slacks, feeling him growing harder against my palm.
“Jesus,” he grunts.
“He isn’t going to help you tonight, baby,” I taunt before suddenly turning around and slut-dropping on him.
I glance over my shoulder as I stand back up and take in the tortured expression on his face.
Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun.
With my ass against his crotch, I start moving in time with the music, grinding up on him in a way I’ve never done to anyone before. Feeling his hardness spurs me on.
Despite wanting to move and join in, Hayden does as he’s told and keeps his arms pinned behind his back. The control he’s handing over right now is such a fucking turn-on. I just wish we weren’t surrounded by hundreds of people and I could really make the most of it.
Spinning back around, I stare up at him, desperate to kiss those full, tempting lips. But I hold off. There will be time for that when we get back to my hotel room.
Right now, we’re on the clock, and I have something I want to achieve before I ensure all our players get their asses into the cars and head back.
Untucking his shirt, I slip my hands beneath the fabric, loving the way his muscles pull at our contact.
“Hails,” he warns, his chest already heaving, his eyes dark with desire.
“What is it you want, baby?” I ask him sweetly.
“Every-fucking-thing,” he rasps. “But mostly, I want to touch you.” He drops his head. “And I want to know if what you said earlier was true.”
My smile grows. I fucking knew that would drive him crazy.
“Ah, but I’m in control right now. You promised I could do anything I wanted. And do you know what I want?”
He swallows, his eyes bouncing between mine as he tries to read my thoughts.
My hands sink lower once again, and he bites down on his bottom lip as I open his fly and push inside his slacks and boxers.
It’s fucking risky. We might be shrouded in darkness, but people could get close enough and see what we’re doing. But if anything, that risk pushes me forward instead of holding me back.
“Holy shit, Hails,” he groans as I grasp him.
“I want to bring you to your knees,” I tell him as I stroke him. “Right here. In the middle of all these people, I want to remind you who you belong to.”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants, barely holding it together.
His precum covers my fingers, his boxers already damp with it from before I even stuck my hand down here.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Hayden?”
His nostrils flare a beat before he nods, his eyelids already heavy.
“That’s what I like to hear. Is this what you imagined all those times you fantasized about me?” I ask, curious as fuck as to what he thought our dynamic might be like. I'm not sure he ever pictured this. Him at my mercy, letting me do whatever the fuck I wanted for my own enjoyment.
“N-no,” he stutters, his cock swelling even larger as his release approaches. “It’s…it’s better.”
Fuck, if that isn’t what I wanted to hear.
“Good. Now, be a good boy and make a mess for me. The whole drive back, you’re gonna remember this moment, and—”
“I’m gonna remember it for a fuck load longer than the drive back, baby,” he confesses breathlessly. “So fucking hot.”
I couldn’t have put it better myself. I’m so fucking wet for him, my clit is pulsating with need.
If only I hadn’t made him put his hands behind his back.
“Hayden,” I rasp, and he shatters, a loud groan spilling from his lips as he comes all over my hand and himself.
I keep working him until he’s spent, slumping against the wall like his entire world just shifted beneath him.
Pulling my hand free, I hold it up between us. My eyes shifted from my glistening fingers to his mouth, then to his eyes.
“Clean them,” I demand before pushing two digits into his mouth.
His eyes flare with surprise, but he doesn’t push me away; instead, his tongue wraps around my fingers, doing exactly as he’s told.
Desire unfurls inside, sending a rush of heat between my thighs.
Fuck.
We need to get back to the hotel fast.
My chest heaves, my nipples hard and desperate as I slip my fingers free.
The air between us is electric, and I’m about to make it worse. Opening my purse, I curl my fingers around what I have for him before passing it over
His brow furrows, but the second he feels the lace against his fingertips, a laugh erupts.
“Holy shit, Hails.”
I smile up at him as he takes my panties and hotel keycard and stuffs them into his pocket.
He watches me as I take a step back.
It’s the last thing I want to do, but I don’t have another choice.
My cell is vibrating in my purse, alerting me to the arrival of the cars that are going to take us all back to the hotel.
“Out the front in two minutes,” I demand before I turn my back on him and march away as if I’m totally unaffected by everything that just happened.
To my surprise, as I walk toward the stairs that lead to the VIP section, I find everyone descending, led by Rett and Bea.
Both of them smirk at me as they pass, but neither says anything.
It’s obvious from the mirth in their eyes, though, that they know exactly where Hayden and I just disappeared to.
We all make our way outside, and players begin piling into cars. The first two head off, but there isn’t any sign of Hayden.
Everyone else is accounted for, which is a fucking miracle in itself, but my heart rate picks up that he’s the one missing.
Where the fuck are you?
I close the door on the next car, and as it leaves, tingles skitter down my spine.
Inhaling a deep breath through my nose, I try to pretend that his mere presence doesn’t affect me. There are only a couple of guys loitering now, and they’re probably not paying me any attention, but still.
After a couple of seconds, I spin around, and the second I look up, I find his eyes.
They’re dark, and they do things to me. Dangerous things.
My heart rate picks up, and with the cool evening breeze rushing over me, I’m more aware than ever that I’m not wearing any panties.
“Come on, Marilyn,” someone calls from behind me, forcing his eyes away from mine.
Coldness engulfs me the second I lose his attention, and I have to take a moment to compose myself before joining the last of the guys.
I stand to the side and wait for them to get into the back of the car, achingly aware that Hayden isn’t moving to do the same.
“Go on then,” I encourage, my voice not as commanding as it usually would be.
The way he’s watching me is putting me on edge.
He’s planning something.
“Oh no, ladies first,” he says, smiling at me, My stomach knots and my heart flutters.
“Hayden,” I warn.
“Hailee,” he counters.
Aware that I need to get these boys back to the hotel sooner rather than later, I concede and move toward the door.
As I lift my foot from the ground to climb in, it becomes obvious why he wanted me to go first, because the heat of his body spreads down my back, effectively hiding me from any onlookers.
“Hayden,” I hiss as the guys inside erupt with laughter. One glance in their direction assures me that they’re not watching.
“What? Did you think I’d let anyone else see what’s mine?”
His words make my breath catch, but that’s nothing compared to what he does next.
The moment his fingers connect with my pussy, I stumble forward, crying out and turning every set of eyes in the car to me.
“Whoa, careful, Caldwell,” a deep voice says, but I ignore every single one of them as I successfully get myself inside without looking back at the man responsible.
“You good?” Isaac Hammond, our second-line goalie, asks as I drop into a seat.
“Yeah, thanks,” I mutter as Hayden joins us and closes the door.
He drops into the other empty seat opposite me, a smirk firmly in place on his annoyingly handsome face.
The second he notices me looking, he lifts his hand and sucks the tip of his finger, making my core clench. Dropping my eyes, I turn my attention to my purse and grab my cell to distract myself before anyone notices.
The guys fall into easy conversation about something they’ve seen online, and I pull up my emails.
I’m just replying to one when a notification appears at the top of my screen that makes my heart lurch.
Hayden: You taste delicious.
I shouldn’t reply; I should ignore him until we’re in the safety of my hotel room. But I can’t help myself.
Hailee: Are you sure that’s not you?
Hayden: Fuck yeah, I’m not that sweet. I need more, baby. One taste was nowhere near enough.
Hailee: Be a good boy and you might get lucky.
Hayden: I can assure you, I’ve been a very good boy…
I try not to react, I really do, but I can’t fight the smile that spreads across my face, and not a second later, my eyes lift without instruction from my brain and instantly collide with his.