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I peek over my shoulder at him. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Scarlett nudges Cooper’s arm. “Don’t mind these two lovebirds. I just ignore them.”
“Hey, the longer he pays attention to his girl, the more food I can eat.”
“I heard that,” Rogan says.
“We heard you too, dude,” Cooper says.
I glance at Scarlett and she nods, confirming Rogan wasn’t whispering as softly as we both thought. Now I’m completely embarrassed. I watch as she and Cooper carry their plates over to the table and sit down.
“Don’t worry, Autumn, I’m sure these two have heard worse,” Rogan says.
“Can we change the subject, please? Oh, I know. What happened with the Brett situation?”
“What did that asshole do now?” Scarlett asks. While I scoop rice and lo mein, I fill her in on what transpired this afternoon. She slams her palm on the table. “What a dickhead.” She holds up her fork, visibly clenching her teeth. “I want to stab him in one of his beady little eyes.”
“Good thing he’s not here. I think she might be serious,” Cooper says, noticing the murderous glint in Scarlett’s blue irises.
I laugh. “Oh, she is.”
“After everything he’s put you through, I can’t believe that weasel is still pulling his shit,” she says.
“I don’t think he’ll be messing with either of us again. Coach Chubb got ahold of the footage and it showed him entering your office and coming out of it a few minutes later. Let’s just say, Coach tore him a new asshole, and even better, he fined him ten thousand dollars.”
“Awesome.” Scarlett throws her fist in the air. “Hitting that cheapskate in his wallet is poetic justice.”
“I’m so relieved it all got resolved. I was a little nervous about what would happen when I showed up for work tomorrow.”
“It’s all set. Nothing to worry about,” Rogan assures me.
We settle in at the table with our friends and enjoy the delicious Chinese food. I eat way too much, but I don’t care because calories don’t count when you’re celebrating. When it’s time for cake, we sing a congratulations song to Rogan using the “Happy Birthday” melody and then we dig into the chocolate confection with gusto.
The rest of the night passes much too quickly, as it often does when we’re having fun. Cooper leaves and we say goodnight to Scarlett before heading into my room. Rogan’s barely closed the door when he’s behind me, lips pressed to the side of my neck. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night long wearing this shirt. I can’t explain how much of a turn on seeing my name on youis.” He slips his arms around my waist, walking me forward until my knees come in contact with the side of the mattress. Leaning forward, I brace my palms on the bed and arch my back. Rogan groans. “Fuck. I want you so much.” Tucking his fingertips inside the waistband of my shorts, he drags the black material down my legs and helps me step free of them. His palms skim up the outside of each calf and then along my thighs until he’s able to cup both of my naked ass cheeks. “No underwear, little Fall?”
“I figured why bother when you’d just have to remove them.”
“I like that philosophy. I think you should never wear them again since I plan to remove them every chance I get.”
His hands leaving me, I hear the sounds of him undressing and then he’s leaning into my back, bending me over the side of the bed once more. “I need to be inside you right now.”
“Yes,” I readily agree.
He rubs his cock between my lips, coating himself in the proof of my desire. I feel the head pressing against my entrance before he enters me in one long stroke. An unintelligible sound falls from my lips as he buries himself fully. “Jesus. You feel even better than you did the other night. This might be a hard, fast ride.”
“Do whatever you want with me.”
He grabs my hair, tugging my head back. “Do you want to be my little fuck toy?”
“Yes.”
Groaning, he grips my hips and begins thrusting. “Hang on, baby.”
My hands fisting around the comforter, I hold on as he fucks me like he owns me—which he does. Every time he slams inside me, our skin slaps together, which I find to be oddly erotic. Combine that with our ragged breathing, and it’s unbelievably sexy.
His hips rapidly piston until his orgasm hits. His final strokes slow as he releases inside me. He falls onto my back with a groan. “I’ll never be able to see you in that jersey without thinking of fucking you in it.”
I laugh. “That could be a problem when I wear it to your games. Maybe I should wear Griffin’s jersey instead?”
