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“Emily deserved it. She made out with another guy she knew I liked just to prove she could have anyone I wanted.”
“But Craig liked you better?”
“Craig liked my last name better than hers.”
“Ah.” My heart sinks a little for her. I can only imagine with a father as powerful as hers, and a brother as popular, that she was often seen as a bartering chip to get closer to power.
“It’s the same now as it was then.” She sighs.
“I don’t think so. The way he was looking at you tonight…” I’m pretty sure she’s right—Craig has all the wrong intentions when it comes to her. But I also know when I’ve got competition, and he’s been doing everything he can to make it clear I won’t get her in the end.
“Is exactly the way he looked at me junior year when he told me I’d look pretty on my knees.” She gives me a tight-lipped smile.
“I hope you told him you look prettiest when he’s looking up at you from between your thighs.” I grin and toss her the ball.
She catches it, and her smile breaks. “No. I wasn’t that fast with the comebacks.”
“You do, you know.”
She shakes her head and turns the ball over, end over end, in her hands. “Don’t try to flatter me, Rawlings.”
I close the distance between us, coming up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pressing a kiss to the side of her throat. I can feel her tense at the contact at first and then relax when she feels my lips move over her skin. Her lips part, and then she rolls the lower one between her teeth.
“Not flattery. Just truth. The way you look when you’re like that, your legs spread for me while you gasp every time I run my tongue over your perfect little cunt…” I run my fingers down over her stomach. “The way your hips come up off the bed when I suck on your clit…” I slide them under her skirt and brush my knuckles over her through her panties. She takes in a breath, and her eyelashes flutter.
I slip one finger under the cotton, kissing my way down her neck, satisfied when I find her already wet for me. I slide another finger inside, feeling her shift forward, desperate for more, before I take it away again, and her brow furrows even though her eyes don’t open.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” she says softly.
“You’ve been teasing me all night,” I answer. “In that skirt. With those looks you keep giving me across the room. You’re lucky I didn’t bend you over the chair in the den. Let Craig walk in on you coming hard on my cock.” I see her throat bob in response, and I feel my pulse quicken. “You like the thought of that? Of him watching you come?”
Her fingers tighten around the football that’s still in her hands, and I smirk.
“He could see how lucky I am. How good you sound when you’ve got my cock buried inside you. Gasping for air. Begging for more.” I tease her clit with my knuckles again, and she wets her lips in response.
“You’re evil.”
“More than you know.” Because in her fantasy, it might be Craig walking in, but in mine, it’s my brother watching her fall apart for me.
“I can’t take much more. I need…” Her eyes shift up to me. I’m not about to let Craig have a single moment of her. I’m already jealous of any man who’s had anything from her so far. But it gives me an idea all the same.
“You need what?” I just need her to ask for it first.
“You. Please, Coop.”
I walk us slowly toward her bed until her knees hit the edge of the mattress. I reach for the football, and her grip loosens, letting me take it from her.
“Spread your legs a little for me.” She does as I ask, and I slip the ball between them, turning the laces up as I press my hand to her lower back.
“Coop,” she chokes out my name as her cheeks heat, and she flashes me a look.
“Roll your hips for me.”
Her eyes search mine, and I raise my eyebrows slightly, glancing down at the ball between her legs. Her lashes flutter, and I lean forward, stroking my thumb over her cheek and down her jaw.
“You can do it for me, Trix. He’s down there thinking you’re his already. That he just has to make you see what a good little wife you’d make, standing next to him at all his political events. But he doesn’t know you’re up here in your old bedroom with me. Legs spread around the football you stole while you try to put yourself out of the misery I put you in. The way you let me tease you all night under the table and behind the door. Working over your little cunt until it’s dripping wet.”
Her eyes close, and she starts to move. Like she needs it so badly she can’t help herself. I lift her skirt up so I can see more of her—watch her while her hips and her thighs work, half-bent over the edge of the bed, so desperate to be fucked.
