Chapter Ten
Sidney
Ispend the entire game worrying about Hattie. The fact that she's in the box with her mother stresses me the fuck out. I know it's stressing Tye out, too. Enough that he actually spoke to me long enough to tell me what was up. I'm grateful as hell for that.
Every time he drops onto the bench, his eyes are on the box. He isn't the only one. I keep looking up there, trying to set eyes on her.
I don't manage it again, which just pisses me off. I try to channel my irritation into the game. I catch a few good passes…and end up being knocked flat on my back twice.
"Jesus Christ, Hawkes," Marco mutters, hauling me back to my feet after the second time. "If this is what falling in love does to your game, the rest of us are fucked."
I just glare at him.
He chuckles and jogs away before Coach calls me back to the bench.
Tye is already there, mopping his forehead with a towel.
"I've had about enough of the two of you and your shit," Coach growls, glowering at us. "Fix whatever the fuck the drama is and get your heads out of your asses. If you don't, I'm benching you both next game."
"We're good, Coach," Tye mutters. "Just having an off night."
"You've got five minutes left to make it an on night," Coach snaps. "Win this goddamn game, or I'm making your life hell when you're back from Bye Week."
Fuck my life.
"Yes, sir," Tye and I say at the same time.
Coach shoots us one more withering look before stomping away.
My gaze immediately drifts toward the box.
"Why do you keep looking up there?" Tye growls at me. "It's pissing me off."
"You know why. Your mother is up there with Hattie."
"Jesus Christ." He tips his head back, cursing up at the sky. "She left before the game started, Sidney. Briggs ran her off."
I turn my head to look at him. "And you're only just now telling me this?"
"Didn't realize our business was your business," he says.
"You thought wrong," I snap. "Everything about your sister is my business."
"Why? Because you're sleeping with her?" He shoots me a dark look. "Fuck off, Hawkes."
"I'm in love with her, you idiot!" I growl. "And maybe if you opened your fucking eyes for two seconds, you'd realize that she feels the same way about me."
I don't care if she's said it yet or not.
I don't even care if she's realized it yet.
I know she's in love with me. It's right there on her face.
I can wait until she figures it out to hear her say it, but I won't stand around and allow Tye to try to push us apart while she does it. To hell with that.
He rocks back on his heels, stunned.
"She doesn't need you to protect her from me, man," I mutter.
"If you knew me at all, you'd know that I'm not that fucking guy.
The last thing I'll ever do is hurt her or let anyone else hurt her.
That includes you. It absolutely includes your bitch of a mother.
She's mine to protect, and I will kill for her. So…just back the fuck off already."
"Sid—"
I stomp away, not interested in hearing whatever he has to say. Frankly, he can fuck right off. We have a game to win. I have a pretty little goddess to check on. His bullshit can wait.
But honestly? It's not like I don't get it. I've got a little sister, too. Letting them grow up is the hardest goddamn thing on the planet. But I'm not going to hurt Hattie. If he'd just open his eyes, he'd realize that all I want is to be the motherfucker who gets to stand proudly at her side.
Somehow, we pull out a win in the last few minutes. Tye glances at me as we head to the locker room to shower, but he doesn't say anything. By the time I hit the shower, he's missing in action.
He still isn't back by the time I'm dressed.
I don't stick around. I've got more important shit to do right now than try to talk sense into him.
Hattie is waiting for me outside the locker room.
"Hey, Cranky Bear." She grins at me as soon as I step into the hall, her expression as soft and sweet as ever.
I stomp straight to her, hauling her into my arms. My gaze runs across her face, meticulously searching for any signs that her mother caused more damage. Instead, I find what looks suspiciously like peace.
"I was worried about you," I growl, pressing my lips to hers in a hard kiss.
"I'm fine." She loops her arms around my neck, smiling at me. "I'm better than fine, actually."
She looks happy. Goddamn, it looks good on her.
"Come with me," I growl, practically carrying her down the hall toward an empty conference room to talk. At least, that's my plan.
Clearly, she has different ideas.
As soon as the door closes, her hands are on me.
"Have I ever told you how hot it is when you're on the field?" she asks, trying to shove her hand down my pants.
"Hattie," I growl.
"You're so hot, Sidney," she breathes, staring up at me with wide, wild eyes. "You're like a force of nature out there."
Her fingers wrap around my hard cock, and every good intention I had goes flying out the window. I can't think when she's touching me. I can't breathe when she's looking at me like she needs me to ruin her.
I lift her in my arms, pushing her up against the wall a few feet from the door. "You trying to get fucked where the whole team can hear you?" I rasp, shoving her pants and panties down her legs.
"No. I'm just trying to get you inside me."
Jesus Christ. I'm not going to survive her.
"I'll get there," I mutter, dropping to my knees while balancing her on my shoulders. "But not until I get to eat, butterfly."
"Oh," she moans softly.
My mouth waters at the sight of her dripping for me. I run my nose up her inner thigh, growling at how fucking good she smells.
"Don't let anyone hear you," I murmur.
Her hands sink into my hair.
I attack her pussy, eating her like a starving man. It's what I am—starving for her. No amount of eating her will ever satisfy me. I'll always want her smeared across my lips, soaking my beard…pulling my hair and whimpering my name.
I force my tongue into her tight little hole, fucking her with it. My nose grinds against her clit. I'm so fucking hard, it hurts. That’s nothing new, though. She's kept me in this same state for months already. She'll keep me like this for a lifetime if I have my way.
I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking hard.
"Sidney!" she moans, flying apart for me.
I lick up every drop, living for the way she grinds against my face, shamelessly chasing every ounce of pleasure. Before she even has time to come down, I'm on my feet, yanking her legs around my waist.
"I needed that," I growl, notching my cock at her entrance.
"Get inside me," she begs, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.
I yank her down on my cock, growling as she wraps around me. "Christ," I groan, my head falling back. "Every damn time, butterfly. Every damn time, I forget how good you feel until I'm inside you again."
"M-me too," she sobs, clawing at my shoulders.
I bury my face in her throat, slamming her down on me over and over again. I need her to come right now. Before I fuck her through the wall.
My hand slips between our bodies, my thumb grinding against her clit.
She jolts against me, gasping my name as she unravels.
I slam her down on me, growling her name as her cunt flutters all up and down my shaft. I'm right there…right fucking there…
"What the fuck?" Tye growls from behind me.
Fucking hell.