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I look back at Archer as Jack continues talking with Sawyer about the game.

He’s just staring, ogling her, right next to her brother.

Finally, Darcy’s attention snags on Archer, who immediately shoves his hands into his pockets and whistles, gazing around the bar.

Smooth.

On another sigh, Jenna pockets her phone. “So, are we heading out or what?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

KENDRA

Holding my hand, Jack leads me out into the players’ parking lot and unlocks his truck, opening the passenger door.

I go to climb in, but at the final second, he spins me around, pressing me into the cold metal. His warm breath heats my cheeks, shooting tingles down my spine.

“Do you think anyone can see us?” He speaks into the dark, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Why?”

He drops his bag beside him. Then he opens the back door, lifting me onto the seat so I’m facing him, and his hands rest on my thighs. There’s barely anyone around when he checks over his shoulder and his fingers find the top button of my jeans.

“I don’t think I can wait until later; I need a little fix of you now.”

“W-what do you want to do?”

I watch with intrigue as he picks up his training bag and sets it on top of my thighs, undoing the zip and reaching inside.

“Oh my God! You brought Scarlett to the game with you?” I squeak out, my eyes fixated on the red toy in his hand. “Did anyone see you with her?”

He shakes his head and lifts the bag from my lap with his spare hand, swinging it onto the front seat and shutting the passenger door. Setting Scarlett on the seat, he climbs into the back as I shift until I’m all the way over on the other side, pressed against the opposite window.

“I thought maybe Sawyer caught a glimpse in the locker room after the game, but I buried her good.”

I roll my lips together and smirk.

Crawling toward me, he pulls off his tie and undoes the top two buttons on his white dress shirt. “I was only saying I hid Scarlett well. You have a filthy mind—you know that?”

He starts to unzip my pants, and I pulse with anticipation. “Says the boy who’s about to make me come with my vibrator on the back seat of his truck.”

Removing my boots, he works on my jeans next, peeling them down my legs and pulling me toward him until my back is flat on the seat. He kneels between my thighs, and I watch the way his eyes travel my partially naked body. Only my tiny thong and his jersey cover what I’m desperate for him to touch.

He undoes his dress pants, pushing them and his boxers down until his cock flies free. “Who said anything about only Scarlett making you come?”

My mouth waters at the thought.

“There are so many ways I plan to make you come, Kendra.” He hooks my legs around his waist and pushes my thong to one side, teasing me with his hand.

I close my eyes and feel myself growing wetter with each pass of his fingers.

“How long do you think we have until they notice we got delayed?” He’s still on his knees between my thighs as his thumb finds my clit and a finger enters me slowly.

“Not long.” I groan from the way it feels.

I’ve never had so much sex in my life, and the delicious ache when he strokes my front wall only fuels my desperation for more.

Since his head barely clears the roof, he reaches over me and braces his palm against the window behind my head, hovering over my body. When his tongue finds mine, he works my mouth and pussy together, and I drop my legs open for him. All I can hear are the needy kisses we share and the sound of how ready I am for him to fuck me.