Chapter Twenty-Seven Mine
ZANDER
The press conference is a blur. Honestly, I can hardly remember any of the questions I got asked.
I was struggling to keep my eyes off Rylee as she moved around the room, her camera flashing.
Fuck, she looks good in my jersey. I was nervous to give it to her, because dear God if she didn’t want to wear it I was going to die of humiliation.
Thankfully, it seems I didn’t have anything to worry about.
She’s wearing it with her head high and I fucking love it.
It’s really crazy to think about how far we’ve come together. The girl who drove me absolutely crazy more than anyone else ever has is working her way deep into my heart. I’m falling for her, and I have no interest in stopping myself.
When he finishes announcing the bachelor of the year thing, Jonathan lets us go and works to rein in the horde of reporters himself. Once we’re out in the hallway and away from the cameras and flurry of questions, I can breathe again.
“God, I hate doing those,” Jensen grumbles, stretching his neck from side-to-side. “Such a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah, they suck,” I murmur, distracted as I look back at the door to the press room, hoping Rylee will come out.
“Zander? Earth to Zander!” Jensen shoves his shoulder against mine. “You good, man?”
“Huh?” I blink at him. “Oh, yeah, sorry. A bit distracted is all.”
Jensen smirks, “You wouldn’t happen to be waiting for a pretty blonde, would you?”
Arching my brow, I murmur, “And so what if I am?”
Chuckling, Jensen claps me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy. I get it. I really, really get it.”
At that moment, Grace and Rylee finally come out of the press room and we both jump to attention, hurrying toward them. I grab Rylee’s hand and drag her further down the hall, away from everyone else.
“Zander,” she giggles. “What are you… ?”
I press her up against the wall and catch her lips in a hungry kiss. She moans, grabbing the front of my jersey and going soft and warm in my arms.
When I pull back from the kiss, I murmur, “I missed my Wildcard.”
She grins, slipping her arms around my neck. “I missed my Kodiak.”
I rest my forehead against hers and let out a long sigh.
“I’m exhausted,” I whisper. “I just want to get out of here with you.”
“Then let's go.”
Grinning, I grab her hand again and start heading down the hallway.
We stop at the locker room to get my duffle, and then I navigate us through the stadium to the exit.
I manage to wave down a cab and we climb inside to head to the hotel.
I keep an arm wrapped around Rylee’s waist, not wanting to let her go for even a second right now.
When we get to the hotel, I practically drag her up to our room.
“Someone’s eager,” she giggles as I unlock the door and pull her inside before cupping her face and kissing her again.
Our tongues tangle and I slowly back her further into the room and toward the bed.
When we reach it, I push her down to sit and then step back, holding her gaze as I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side.
She looks up at me, eyes blazing with hunger, her bottom lip caught in her teeth. Fuck, I want to ravage that mouth. Instead, I hold myself back. Right now, I want her in control.
“Tell me what you want, Wildcard.”
Her lips curl into a wicked grin and she leans back, propping herself up on her hands as she watches me like a queen from her throne.
“Take your pants off,” she orders.
Holding her gaze, I do as I’m told, unbuttoning my pants and shoving them down my legs before kicking them to the side.
“Boxers too,” she purrs.
I grin and shove my underwear off as well.
Naked, my hardening cock on full display, I straighten and wait for her next commands.
She lets her eyes drink me in, taking her time, clearly savoring the sight of me. Finally, she stands up and saunters toward me, hips swaying. Pressing her finger in the middle of my chest, she circles me, dragging it along my skin, causing goosebumps to break out in its wake.
“Do you know how wet I get watching you play?” she asks in a sultry tone.
I gulp. “No… how wet?”
She comes to a stop when she’s in front of me again and smirks up at me. “So wet, I’ve soaked my panties.”
My breath leaves me in a rush. Holy shit, this woman is so sexy, she makes my brain melt.
“Don’t move, ” she whispers.
Lowering herself to her knees, Rylee wraps her hand around the base of my cock. I hiss out a breath and then groan when she brings the head to her lips and licks along the slit.
“Fuck,” I growl, my fingers twitching at my sides with the urge to grab her head. I resist, though, not wanting to overstep when she’s the one firmly in charge.
“Mmmm, good boy.”
Turning her pretty eyes up to me, she licks me slowly from base to tip before opening her mouth and taking me between her lips. My head falls back and I groan as pleasure dances through me.
Fuck, she’s good. She knows how to tease with her tongue and alternates between sucking on just the tip and bringing the full shaft deep into her mouth.
“That feels so good,” I moan. “Shit, Wildcard… you’re going to make me lose my mind.”
She chuckles and the vibrations the sound causes shoot straight up my dick, tightening my balls.
“I love how big and thick you are,” she murmurs, pulling back to blow a puff of air against my tip. “Love gagging on this hard cock.”
“It’s all yours,” I groan.
Rylee sucks me back into her mouth, taking me to the back of her throat.
Dragging her nails down my thigh, she cups my sack, gently massaging it as she starts to bob her head up and down my cock faster and faster.
My blood heats until it feels like fire is burning through my veins and my control starts to slip.
I want to grab her and fuck her mouth, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling it to control her speed and depth.
However, my desire to give her what she wants - control, dominance, confidence - outweighs my own instincts to take over.
When I can feel the pressure building deep in my belly, I growl, “Rylee… you’re going to make me come like this if you don’t stop.”
She flicks her gaze up to me again and grins around my cock. I drag a hand through my hair and grit my teeth as she continues her sweet torment for several moments before finally letting me go.
“As much as I want you to come all over my face,” she chuckles, standing, “I want you to fuck me more. Undress me.”
I immediately reach out and grab the hem of her jersey - my jersey - and tug it up over her head. Then I remove the t-shirt she’s wearing underneath and start undoing the button on her jeans. She watches me as I work, but doesn’t move to help, a little smile curling her lips.
My hands look huge as they move across her curvy, but small frame. The way she tilts her head back to look up at me, her green eyes blazing with confidence as she watches me do as she commands, has my cock pulsing with need.
Unzipping her pants, I drag her jeans down her legs, lowering to my knees in front of her.
Once they’re off, I brush my hands back up her legs and press a kiss to her stomach, just above the waistband of her black underwear.
They’ve got the Night Hawks’ logo big and bold across their front, which makes me grin.
I kiss her stomach again. She’s so soft. So smooth.
So mine.
“Take my underwear off,” she whispers, her voice cracking slightly.
Is she nervous? I can’t help but smile a little bit at that. I kind of like that I make her nervous, even when she’s in total control.
Hooking my fingers through her panties, I slide them down and off her, tossing them aside. She slips her fingers into my hair, gently tugging my head back so I’m gazing up at her.
“Kiss me,” she breathes as she parts her legs in front of me.
“Fuck, yes.” Wrapping my arms around her legs, I lean forward and bury my face against her pussy.
She cries out as I begin licking and kissing her sensitive flesh, gripping my hair harder as her knees shake. Grabbing one of her legs, I prop it over my shoulder, opening her up wider to me as I help her stay upright and maintain her balance with my other hand.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpers. “Zander! Right there… fuck, you’re so good at this!”
I chuckle and lick her harder before finding her clit and gently nipping it with my teeth, making her shriek.
She’s flooding my tongue and I lap it up, loving her taste and the sweet smell of her pussy as I devour her.
I’ve never really enjoyed eating pussy before - have only done it as a courtesy - but I could live between Rylee’s thighs.
When she begins to grind against my face, I can tell she’s close to coming.
I increase my efforts, clasping her ass in one palm while anchoring her leg to my shoulder with the other.
Within moments, she’s throwing her head back and crying out as she comes against my mouth and her body quakes in my arms.
“Fuck,” she gasps, her knees shaking. “Put me on the bed, Zander. I’m going to fall over.”
I’d never let that happen, but I obediently shift her leg from my shoulder and stand up so I can guide her backwards until she’s able to climb onto the bed again.
Her breasts rise and fall as she pants from her orgasm, but she’s still able to give me a sultry smile as she spreads her legs and crooks her finger, beckoning me forward.
“Come here,” she murmurs. “Fuck me.”
Grinning, I crawl onto the bed after her and settle between her legs. Taking my cock in hand, I stroke it and tease her clit with the head.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Hard.” Her voice pitches with her excitement. “Fuck me hard and dirty.”
I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am.”
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I pause and lock eyes with her, stretching out the moment of anticipation a bit before shoving my hips forward and penetrating her with one thrust.
Her hands fly to my shoulders as she cries out at my sudden invasion.
“Zander!” Her nails scrape along my skin. “Fuck!”
Her pussy grips my cock so hard, it’s almost painful, but I fucking love it. I love the way her body is greedy for me, clinging to me until she gets what she wants from me.
“You feel so good,” I groan as I begin to pump my hips, sliding in and out of her. “I love your sweet little pussy. I want you to tell me how to make it feel good.”
“Go… go faster.” She’s practically whimpering. “Please… I mean, do it. Please? Oh, fuck!”
“Whatever you want,” I encourage her as I fuck her harder. “Whatever you want, Wildcard. You just need to tell me and I’ll do it. Don’t be shy.”
She arches her back and moans. “Rub my clit… make me wetter.”
Fuck, yes. I love that she knows what she wants and can tell me straight to my face. No holding back. No games.
No hiding her desires.
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I rub it in tight little circles as I continue to pound her with my cock. She hooks her legs around my hips, anchoring herself to me as she undulates against me.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she cries. “Just like that! It’s so fucking good… oh, my God, don’t stop!”
Never. I’ll never stop doing everything I can to please her. To have her writhing in my arms, her face flushed and her eyes glassy with ecstasy.
I cup her breast with one hand, squeezing it and thumbing her nipple until it’s pink and perky and begging for my lips. With a growl, I suck it in my mouth and graze it with my teeth as I slam into her. She cries out, arching her back and shoving more of her tit into my mouth.
Sitting back, I grab hold of her waist and angle her up so I can fuck her deeper. Her tits bounce and she claws at bedding like a feral cat. Dropping my gaze, I watch as my cock slides in and out of her, savoring the way her pink lips cling to my shaft.
The way her pussy is squeezing my cock is so perfect, that it’s not long before I feel that pressure building up again deep in my stomach. Fuck, I’m going to come. I need to come!
But I try to fight it. Her first. I need to push her over the edge one more time before I let myself fall apart.
“I want to make you come,” I growl. “Tell me how, baby. Tell me exactly what to do to make you come.”
She gasps and wraps her arm around my neck, pulling me down until she can lock her lips against mine in a fierce kiss.
“Pinch my clit,” she murmurs against my mouth. “Pinch it then rub it harder.”
Fuck… her commands are so hot, and I quickly move to comply. I rub her clit before pinching the little bud lightly. She thrashes her head back and forth across the pillows, her legs squeezing me tighter as I continue to pound into her while rubbing her throbbing clit.
Within moments, her pussy is seizing around me and her body jerks and trembles as she screams my name. Her orgasm is hot and hard and triggers my own. Shoving my cock into her with a few last, brutal thrusts, I shout out for her as I pour my come deep inside her.
The world seems to come to a halt around us, and all that matters is the pleasure and the point of our connection.
It’s more than physical… I feel this soul-deep bond with her as we cling to each other and ride out our orgasms together.
There’s a part of me that instinctively knows that I’ll never experience anything like this with another woman. Only Rylee can make me feel like this.
Only she can make me break apart into millions of pieces like this and put me back together again.
Rylee. Only Rylee.
The woman I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
I will never want anyone the way I want her.
By the time our orgasms pass, and we’re nothing but sweaty, panting heaps of limbs tangled together, I’m already trying to think of ways I can make sure to keep this woman with me always.
Fuck, I hope she feels as strongly for me as I do for her…
because I don’t know if I can ever go back to living without her.