Chapter 33
Vee
The trees in front of the Vine building were lit with thousands of twinkling white lights. From my years living here, I knew the lights would be present into the new year. The ground glistened with frost as the nightly temperatures plummeted to below freezing.
Royce mentioned looking for a new GM from within. Before getting out of my car, I sent Aunt Rachel a text message.
“LET’S TALK ABOUT QUINTEN LEDGER TOMORROW.”
Quinten Ledger was our assistant general manager. He was hired around the time I first started working in football operations. I knew him and knew about him, but not in-depth. I needed Aunt Rachel’s and Uncle Darin’s football-operations perspective on his potential as general manager.
All the thoughts about the job opening disappeared when I stepped into our condo—yes, I was beginning to think of it as ours.
Fin was waiting on the other side of the door.
A cloud of soap and sandalwood filled my senses.
His hungry gaze scanned me from the top of my head to the toes of my boots.
Each inch under his stare sent sparks over my flesh until fire smoldered hot as coal in his swirling cobalt orbs and my skin was ablaze.
His deep tenor added fuel to the fire. “I was so proud of you speaking to the fans.”
Goose bumps prickled beneath the burn as I dropped my satchel, wrapped my arms around his torso, and looked up to his gaze. “I wanted to tell you how proud I am of you. You played great.”
Reaching for the lapels of my long winter coat, Fin brushed it from my shoulders and hung it on a nearby hook. “Too many layers,” he said with a smirk, before reaching for my waist and pulling my hips to his.
I leaned forward, melting into his hardened muscular chest. The memories of his touchdown that ended with him buried beneath large bodies came back.
I splayed my fingers over his sternum, feeling the pounding of his heart beneath the button-down.
“I love to watch you play. I also worry the entire time you’re on the field. ”
His sexy lips pressed together in a straight line. “I don’t know if you had anything to do with me seeing playing time.”
I shook my head. “I didn’t. I’m not a coach. Dad told me not to micromanage. I couldn’t ask for a favor for you and not the entire team.”
His smile returned. “The only favors I want from you, Vee, are personal.”
“Fin, the coaches believe in you. Royce told me this evening about how glad he is that we signed you.”
“And as I remember, you weren’t.”
“I am now. I believe in you too.” Lifting my arms to his broad shoulders, our lips came together as my breasts flattened against his chest. As our kiss deepened, warmth flooded my circulation with the intensity of the heat from the fireplace.
I squealed as Fin swept me off my feet, cradled me to his chest, and carried me to the living room.
The night sky was already dark despite the time not even being six p.m. The walls of windows reflected the fire’s glow.
On the hearth was a bottle of wine with two glasses and a plate filled with cheese and fruit.
The rug was littered with blankets and pillows from the sofa.
Fin knelt, gently laying me upon the soft blanket. His attention went to my feet. “I’ve had wet dreams about these boots.”
My lips turned upward. “Sounds like we need to change the sheets.” I peered up at the intensity of his gaze. “You don’t want to watch the game?”
Fin slowly shook his head before crawling toward me and reaching for a button on the front of my blouse. His skilled fingers undid one and his lips kissed my exposed skin. By the third or fourth button, I was lain back on the blanket, and the warmth of the fire added to the inferno inside me.
In the last month, we had our share of sex.
It wasn’t only intercourse. We enjoyed roaming over one another’s bodies.
Yet as Fin removed my blouse and bra, I felt the familiar magnetic pull that made it impossible for us to stay away from one another.
Something clicked in him when he scored that touchdown.
It returned vigor to his actions that had dimmed over the last few weeks.
That same intensity shone in his eyes, reflecting the flames, and swirling with unbridled desire. If I considered the last few weeks, it wasn’t only Fin who seemed out of sorts. The commemoration ceremony today had been weighing heavily on my mind.
Our individual concerns were lost as we dove willingly into the bubble we’d created.
After my blouse and bra, Fin’s shirt was the next to go.
My fingers eagerly ran over the mountains and valleys of his muscular torso.
A quick undoing of the tie at the waist of my skirt and Fin flung the material away into the abyss.
After removing his pants, socks, and shoes, he begrudgingly removed my boots one at a time.
“I’d leave those on, but I don’t think they’re conducive to what we have planned.”
“What exactly do we have planned?” I asked with a grin.
Taking my hand, he placed it over the hard large bulge beneath his silk boxer shorts.
He lifted an eyebrow. “You say you’re worried about me being hurt.
Beautiful, I’m in more pain right now from blue balls than I was in on the field.
” He tilted his handsome face. “My plan is that you and your tight pussy help me out.”
Sitting up, I tugged the waistband of his boxer shorts down, freeing his erection. Fin hissed as I leaned closer. His musky scent filled my senses as my nose brushed the taut skin. Quickly, I sat back with a grin.
“The fuck?” he asked.
“Your balls don’t look blue.”
I laughed as his hand came to my chest and pushed me backward.
In a fluid move, we went from kneeling in front of one another to me on my back, and Fin kneeling between my bent knees.
Tugging on my lip, I stared up at him, taking in his concentration as my core twisted.
Muscles and tendons pulled taut in his neck and shoulders as again his laser focus scanned me from head to toe.
This time there wasn’t anything to shield my skin.
Goose bumps materialized as he pulled my hips closer, making my knees higher and my core exposed.
Without warning, he inserted one long finger and then another.
Closing my eyes, I focused on his ministrations, the way his fingers bent, the rhythm, and the flash of lightning as his thumb rolled my clit.
Uninhibited, I allowed myself to swim in the sensations and endorphins flooding my circulation.
Fin worked me into a frenzy as he leaned down, sucking one nipple and the other.
My touch roamed over his chest and shoulders, savoring the heat radiating from his skin. Kisses and licks of his flesh filled my senses with not only feel but also taste.
Palming his cheeks, I met his blue stare. “Now, I’m the one in pain.”
“What do you want?”
My grin quirked. I remembered this about Fin from years ago. The one phrase that was sure to get his reaction. “I want your cock.”
A squeal left my lips, and I arched my back as he gave in to my request. I clung to his shoulders as he filled me. The stretch and friction were perfect as we fell into our rhythm. It was a melody made up of my wanton noises and a chorus of Fin’s deep baritone praises.
As the conductor of our symphony, Fin was in control, wielding the baton and determining the timing and volume of our concert.
The speed of his thrusts increased before they slowed.
Like an old-fashioned top, my core was wound tighter and tighter.
I was on an edge, maybe outside on the balcony or from the height of the family suite.
My toes gripped the solid surface beneath my feet before I leaned forward, free-falling into the chasm.
Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids, a spectacular finale that refused to end.
Fin wasn’t far behind. His guttural roar echoed off the windows as his cock pulsated within me. Letting out a breath, he collapsed, his body covering mine. When he lifted his face, Fin smiled. “It’s the damn boots. I wanted to go to you on the sideline and fuck you against the stadium wall.”
“Maybe someday we can get in there when there’s no one else present.”
Fin shook his head. “In front of all seventy thousand fans.”
I wiggled beneath his weight. “No.”
“This is our bubble. You’re supposed to say, ‘yes, Fin.’”
Stretching my neck, I brushed his lips with mine. “Yes, Fin, I love coming home to you and would like a glass of wine.”