Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Halting at the entrance of the locker room, Sutton whispered, “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
He tugged her close and teased her lips with his own. “If you want to stop, say the word. Anytime.”
She looked up into his eyes, barely restrained desire lingering there. “I don’t want to stop. But if I do, I promise I’ll tell you.”
“Good,” he growled, crushing her lips under his.
She threw her arms around him, tangling her hands in his golden curls, tugging him closer to her.
He struggled to find the door handle behind him, a strangled sound of victory coming from him when he hit it. He shoved it open, practically dragging her into the room.
They were back in each other’s arms before the door slammed shut, Reese pressing her up against the wall as he ravaged her mouth.
She broke the kiss and sucked his lip into her mouth, scoring it gently with her teeth. He let out a moan, the sound echoing in the empty locker room and bringing a grin to her face.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Sutton,” he whispered, holding her face still in his hands as he drank her in. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her blue eyes practically radiated heat, hardening his cock further.
Releasing her, he skimmed her neck with his fingers, drawing them down her shoulders to her breasts, her lips parting on a soft gasp as he touched her body.
He moved his hands down to her waist and tugged at her shirt, pulling it loose from her jeans.
Kneeling in front of her, he dragged the cotton up, pressing a hot kiss to the skin revealed there. He placed his hand on the button of her jeans and looked up at her, her lips pursed as she watched him.
“Are you sure?” he whispered, his voice coming out harsher than he meant.
Her eyes rounded, but she nodded.
“Say it,” Reese commanded, giving the jeans a small tug.
“I’m sure.”
He kissed her bare stomach and popped open the button of her jeans with ease, drawing the denim down to her thighs to reveal the soft pink cotton thong she wore.
“I wasn’t expecting this,” she whispered, her face reddening.
“They’re perfect,” he replied.
He pressed another kiss to her navel, drawing his lips to the edge of the cotton before dipping deeper between her legs.
Dropping a kiss onto her mound, he tugged the jeans further down her legs.
“Open for me.”
She shifted against the wall, spreading her legs as far as the denim would allow.
Leaning forward, he lapped at her still clothed pussy, and a sharp gasp was ripped from her. She shoved her hands into his hair as he ran his tongue along her slit, teasing the hidden nub there.
“Reese…” she whispered, her grip tightening in his hair.
Fuck.
He rested his head on her stomach for a moment to take a deep breath to regain the thin control he had over his horny body.
Once he had it reined in, he looked up at Sutton, her blue eyes a mixture of curiosity and desire.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
He laughed harshly. “I haven’t been since that night I met you.”
He hooked his hands into the band of her panties.
“You haunt my dreams every night,” he said, tugging the thin cotton down her body, dropping kisses along its path. “You make me so hard that I wake up and need to immediately relieve myself.”
His fingers slipped easily through her soft lips, the wet heat that met his digits wrenching a groan from him.
“Your eyes tease me every time I look at you,” he whispered, sliding one finger inside her, “regardless of whether or not you mean to.”
She arched against his hand with a soft cry as he thrust his finger in and out, teasing her body with each slow stroke. When his thumb found her clit, she let out a small scream, clapping her hand over her mouth to mute it.
He moved his thumb in slow circles on her nub, small cries slipping from behind her hand as he stoked her desire, Sutton’s hand in his hair tightening further.
Finally releasing her clit from his torture, he withdrew his finger. He leaned back to take her body in, the smooth pussy in front of him glistening with evidence of her desire for him.
Reaching up, he slid his hand underneath her shirt to cup one of her breasts in his hand, the nipple pebbling immediately underneath his touch behind the satin of her thin bra.
Perfect handful.
He gently pinched her nipple, and she squeaked, her fingernails digging into his scalp when she jerked against him. She surprised him when she released his hair from her hand and tugged the shirt and her white, lacy bra up to reveal her breasts to him.
He straightened and greedily pulled one of her nipples into his mouth, palming the other in his hand. He rolled the soft flesh between his fingers, teasing it to a stiff peak as his tongue did the same with the other.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Just like that.”
He groaned against her breast, then released it to draw the other into his mouth. Her shudder shook him as the cool air hit her stiff peak.
He dipped his hand between her legs again, easily slipping two fingers into her pussy as he resumed his torture of her clit with his thumb.
“Oh God,” Sutton breathed. “I’m so close.”
With a gentle nip of her flesh in his mouth, he released it to drop to his knees.
Swiping his tongue across her wet center, she cried out as he buried his tongue inside her. He thrust once, twice, three times before he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Sutton grabbed his hair to hold on as he devoured her, her scream blocked by her hand as her orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook under his hands as he continued to drive her wild, her hips moving with his lips until she was practically riding his tongue as her second orgasm crashed over her.
He watched her throw her head back against the wall as she came on his face, her skin a ruddy hue, her body so tense, it was as if she were a bowstring.
She cried out, and he was surprised as his cock reacted, his orgasm rushing over him. He laid his forehead on her stomach as his cock emptied itself into his briefs, his body convulsing against her.
She released his hair and slumped against the wall, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
He looked up at her and smiled, her eyes sparkling and her face flushed.
“I agree,” he replied. He leaned away from her, taking in her disheveled and half-naked state.
She giggled nervously. “Like what you see?”
“I do.”
They both looked toward the door when they heard voices echoing through the concourse, Sutton’s eyes widening.
“Time to go,” he said.
Between kisses, he helped straighten her clothes, making sure everything was back in place before he stuck his head out the doors to ensure no one was coming.
“Coast is clear,” he said, taking her hand to walk out together.
To their relief, Jace was still performing, so they slipped back onto the field without anyone having realized they were gone. Reese looked down at their joined hands and smiled, the realization that he liked her hitting him like a ton of bricks.
And it’s not because we just messed around.
He liked the passion she showed for her foundation, the way she laughed, and the way she fit into his life with ease. The only time he was ever nervous around her was when he first met her, and that was because he was struck by how beautiful she was.
You really do like her. Shit.
“You okay?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah,” he replied, tugging her into his arms with her back to his chest.
He didn’t let her go for the rest of the afternoon, enjoying the rest of the concert with her tucked firmly against his chest, right where he wanted her to be.
Sutton sat on her couch on Saturday afternoon, her mind wandering back to the Vols locker room and Reese’s hands on her body…
“Calm down, Sutton,” she muttered, trying to focus on the papers in front of her.
She hadn’t seen Reese since that afternoon, both of them busy with work, her with the charity gala and him with the preparation for the big game.
He also had to shoot for the commercial for Reboot, along with some promotional material for the game itself.
She sighed and tossed the seating chart down on the coffee table in front of her. She had stared at it for so long, she couldn’t look at it anymore.
“It was one time,” she said, plopping back against the couch.
But it was a mind-blowing one time.
She sighed, putting her hand over her eyes with a groan. Her eyes popped open when her phone went off, her heart fluttering with happiness when she saw his name there.
Reese texted her every day to see how she was doing and ask how her day was going, and it honestly made her so happy.
Especially since she received her dress from Lo’s early—the gown delivered to her office on Friday afternoon.
She immediately texted him to let him know, sending him a picture when she tried it on last night.
His appreciation of the way it fit still made her blush.
Reese
Good morning, beautiful.
Sutton
Good morning to you, too.
Did you stay up late watching Department Q?
Reese
I did…
I couldn’t help it! It was just getting good.
Sutton
Reese
Hey, don’t judge. You stayed up late Thursday to watch two whole episodes.
She laughed so hard, her stomach started to hurt, holding it until she calmed down a little bit.
Sutton
I know, I know. I feel the same as you. It was getting too good.
He didn’t reply, so she set her phone down, then picked it back up when it went off.
Reese
So, what are you up to today? Still working on the seating chart?
She looked down at the paper and giggled with a shake of her head.
That man might be a mind reader.
Sutton
Maybe…
He sent a string of laughing emojis, and she huffed a little bit.
Sutton
Come on, it’s not that funny.
Reese
It’s a little funny.
Reese
Have you made any progress?
“I wish.” She glanced back at the paper with a sigh.
Seating important people together was harder than it seemed, especially depending on where they were on certain issues.
Thankfully, the country music artists who agreed to appear not only as guests, but special performers were easy. It was a small group, so they only needed one table.
Sutton
Unfortunately, not. I’ve tried to put the mayor with three different tables, but they are all on the other side of the issues she’s voting for.
The dots popped up for a moment, then disappeared, then popped up again before he replied.
Reese
What if you put them there on purpose? Maybe she can change their minds.
Sutton
Would that work, though?
Reese
I mean, the worst it can do is cause an argument between them.
I doubt they’d cause a scene at a charity event.
Sutton
But what if they never agree to do another event because we put them with the opposition?
Reese
That’s true.
Maybe put them with someone not part of the discussion.
Sutton
Like with Jace at his table?
Reese
It might make for an interesting night for them.
Idk if Jace has met the mayor yet or not.
Sutton
I think there was an event last year they were both at. I know the planner.
It was the talk of the town for a while.
When he didn’t respond, Sutton turned her attention back to the seating chart.
She’d just switched the mayor with another person at Jace’s table when her phone went off again.
Reese
So, what are you doing tonight?
She shifted on the couch, taking in her cluttered living room. She caught a glimpse of herself in the window and laughed aloud at the gremlin sitting on her couch.
Sutton
Just working on the seating chart.
Wonder why he wants to know.
Reese
That sounds not fun.
Sutton
It isn’t. What about you? What are you up to this weekend?
Reese
Have nothing for the rest of today, but tomorrow, we are doing more drills.
Her eyes rounded when she realized that Monday was her birthday.
Totally forgot that one, huh?
She wasn’t surprised because she often forgot about her birthday, so she rarely celebrated it.
When she did remember it, she got a small cake and a candle and celebrated it with her favorite Chinese food from the hole-in-the-wall place not far from her apartment.
Reese
Monday should be slower, thankfully.
What are you doing Monday night?
Sutton debated telling him about her birthday because she didn’t really want anyone to make a big deal about it.
Sutton
Monday is actually my birthday.
Reese
It is?
Sutton
Yeah.
Reese
Do you have anything planned for it?
Sutton
I barely remembered it. So, no.
The dots appeared for a moment, then disappeared, then reappeared before his reply popped up.
Reese
Did you want to do anything for it?
Sutton stared at her phone.
Do I say yes?
Reese
Sutton?
Sutton
Yes.
Reese
Great.
Reese
I’ll pick you up at seven.
Sutton let out a small squeal and jumped off the couch, doing a little dance around her living room.
“Wait,” she said, looking around for no reason. “What am I going to wear?”