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My eyes grew wide; he’d sensed my nervousness, and fuck if that realization didn’t ramp up the butterflies I was feeling even more. “Sorry, a little nervous.”

“Were the girls good to you?” He searched my face, looking around to see that all the other WAGs had joined their significant others.

“They were great,” I answered, shaking my head. I breathed deeply and tried to still my nerves, “It’s actually you that’s got me on edge.”

“Me?” He asked; his thumb hadn’t stopped stroking my cheek, and his eyes hadn’t left mine. The rest of the world could be damned; his focus didn’t waver from mine once he realized that something had shaken me. And no, I couldn’t pinpoint what had happened or when.

Maybe it was a combination of his mother explaining his loneliness when he was on the road and the realization that he was fucking good and women were lined up trying to get his attention.

“You’re kind of a big deal, did you know?” I asked, my face red, but his eyes continued searching mine.

“It’s just a game, and it’s my job.”

I nodded. A part of me understood that this was just that. But another part of me realized that I flew out tomorrow morning, and while the last week had been absolute bliss, we had so many things we needed to talk about.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow,” I whispered.

Tom squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow, either.

But I also don’t want that to weigh on the time we have tonight.

” His lips brushed mine once more before he wrapped me in his arms. Fuck, it felt so right to be surrounded by him.

I inhaled deeply, breathing in his scent, instantly calmed.

“Let’s go out, drink, and party like assholes, and then go home and fuck like rabbits, okay?”

“Oooh-Kaay,” I drawled, biting my bottom lip.

“There’s my girl,” he said with a wink, his entire face lighting up with a smile. “Just had to make you think about having sex with me.”

“Babe, I’m always thinking about having sex with you,” I admitted, as he pushed us both towards the exit where several rented black Suburbans were waiting to drive us to the club.

Mariana and Alex were in the car with us. They had seen us talking and provided us space to have our moment. But the mood brightened once Tom helped me into the SUV, and we were all ready to enjoy the night out.

When we pulled up in front of the club, the team received VIP treatment.

We were all ushered past the ropes into a private back room with tables and swanky booths.

Several waitstaff members were there immediately to take our orders.

A large glass window overlooked the club and the dance floor below.

The rookies, Cooper and Jackson, snagged drinks and immediately went out to the dance floor, clearly on the prowl, while Damon looked wistfully at them as they left the private room before sulking in the corner.

Tom grabbed my arm as I tried to console him. “No, he’d rather be alone. I swear he’ll be okay in a minute.”

“He just looks so sad,” I said.

“He’s torn. Kayleigh left without a word. He’s still committed to her, yet he’s unsure whether there’s anything left to fight for. And it’s killing him that he can’t jump on a plane and force her to talk to him.”

“She’s in Columbus?” I asked.

Tom nodded, “Yup. If she doesn’t pick up, I’d expect her to break down her door when we’re in town in November.”

“She’s had all of us reaching out to her. She’s even resisting Mariana. I mean, who can resist her?”

Tom shook his head as our waitress returned with two tequila shots, a beer, and a glass of white wine for me. He grabbed the saltshaker and held out my wrist and his, shaking several grains of salt onto the backs of our hands.

“Ok, lick it, slam it, suck it, ready?”

I nodded, watching his eyes flare as I did just that.

“Aw, babe, you took that so good,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling my ear. “You’re gonna take my dick just as good later, aren’t you?“

I groaned, bit my lower lip, and my thighs squeezed together unwittingly.

“That’s a yes, baby?” He asked, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below my earlobe.

I took a quick look around. Our private room had access to a private bathroom, but that wouldn’t be so private with most of the team here. Nope, it definitely wouldn’t work.

“Whelp, since that bathroom won’t work for me to prove that point, I think we need to settle for grinding on the dance floor. That work for you?” I asked.

Tom grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the club, where we were pressed between wall-to-wall bodies. I quickly glanced at Cooper and Jackson with a tall, leggy blond sandwiched between them.

“Interesting,” I said loud enough for only Tom to hear me and gave a nod to his teammates.

“That’s a thing for them,” he said with a shrug. “Lexi has been around since the summer.”

“Like a throuple? Why doesn’t she join the WAGs?”

“Team management isn’t exactly ready for it. It’s a public relations nightmare; people have very specific ideas of what constitutes a family, but that’s not it.”

And then Jackson and Cooper kissed before taking turns with Lexi, and my mind went there. I mean, I’m open to everything, curious as fuck, and fully understand the need for privacy, but I wanted to be a fly on the wall in their bedroom. But I also wanted Lexi to know she was welcome with me.

“Woah, are you getting turned on by my teammates? Is that something you fantasized about?” Tom asked, pulling me close as we moved in time to the music. He gave my ear a little nibble, scraping his stubble along my cheek, causing me to imagine that same stubble marking the inside of my thighs.

“Not something I’d ever want to act out with live humans, but I’d be curious about trying a little double penetration with some toys.”

At that, I felt his cock twitch against my stomach. “I can have your ass, right?” He questioned. My hand rested on his hip, and a quick look around told me that we were well concealed. My hand slipped down so I could grip his cock through his dress pants. His hiss was all I needed to hear.

“Babe, you can have all of me,” I answered.

I had barely finished answering him when he dragged me back to the private room, which was empty except for our coats and bags.

The first bathroom door was locked, interesting, but once Tom slammed us into the room and the door closed and locked behind us, Tom had my black, vegan leather skirt up around my waist and my bare ass exposed.

“Where are your panties,” he demanded as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out of his briefs.

I met his eyes in the mirror, “They were too damp. They’re in my purse.”

Tom positioned me over the sink, spreading my legs and groaning as his finger slid from my clit, finding me wet and wanting. “What were you thinking about that got you all worked up like this, baby?”

“All of it, Tom. I remembered last night and thought about how good we are together.”

He lined his cock up with my entrance, and without warning, he slammed into me. “Did you think about me taking you hard and fast in the bathroom?” He asked, pulling back before slamming into me.

A groan tore out of me, his hands holding me still and preventing me from being able to control the pace.

As he slowly reared back and slammed into me again, fucking me slow and hard.

My low-cut, loose silk blouse had slipped down, my breasts mostly exposed.

Yup, my bra was also gone. As in, I took it off after the game, leaving only a set of stick-on pasties, which I promptly removed so I could feel the fabric of my shirt glide against my sensitive nipples as his hips drove into me.

Nope, we weren’t quiet. But fuck if some groans on the other side of the wall didn’t join us.

His eyes wandered, and he took in the glorious view of our fucking, to my tits as they moved in time to his thrusts and my poor attempt to keep quiet by biting my lower lip.

I worried that the crescent shape of my top teeth would permanently mark my lip, giving us away.

The pressure built, his long fingers finding my clit and moving into a rhythm that made my knees buckle.

“Mhmm, Tom. Right there. Please, don’t stop,” I begged and pressed my hips back to meet his thrusts.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” He asked, circling my clit faster with one hand, holding me up with the other.

“Mhmm, mhm. Yeah,” I struggled to make any intelligible sounds as he drove me over the edge, a scream tearing through me as his hand pressed against my mouth, trying to quiet me down just before he finished, collapsing on my back.

Our bathroom neighbors had also grown quiet, but as Tom pulled out, the clapping began. I thought it was Andre who shouted for an encore as I buried my mortified face in Tom’s shoulder.

He handed me some tissue, helping me to clean up the mess we’d made.

“I think I’m going to need to put the damp panties back on,” I said, reaching for my purse.

“As much as I love the idea of me marking you, I don’t think we want the evidence of what we just did dripping down your leg all night.”

I slid my panties back on, wincing a bit at the soreness after sex with Tom. Tonight, we went harder than usual, and his size matters.

“Shit, I’m walking bowl-legged, aren’t I? Everyone is going to know what we just did.”

“Babe, they already know. They also won’t leave until we do the walk of shame. Best advice? Put on a satisfied grin, hold your head high, and revel in the fact that you are the first woman who has ever gotten me to lose control like that.”

“Really? This was a first for you?”

“Fuck yeah, and I promise you it won’t be our last. Chin up, buttercup. Let’s go check on our audience.”

Mariana and Alex sheepishly exited the bathroom next to us, answering my question about which other couple had been getting it on in the stereo. The rest of the crew sat at the tables and turned the chairs facing us.

Andre held up a beer, using it as a mock microphone,

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s now time to vote on the couple who should be leaving the most satisfied.

On this side of the wall, we have Tom and Calliope, who are riding the high of a very new and extremely hot relationship.

They decided they didn’t want to worry about waking the baby tonight. Do we have our scores?”

My face heated as they held up napkins with numbers from seven to ten.

Jonah took the beer microphone from Andre and announced Alex and Mariana. “And our reigning champions of the bathroom dalliances, Alex and Mariana, attempt to hold onto the title and show the new couple that things don’t need to get stale after more than ten years together.”

I held back my laughter as the napkins were raised to show all number tens.

“Looks like we lost?” I said with a shrug.

“But since we don’t want Callie and Tom to leave thinking their fucking wasn’t entertaining, we have a new award.

An honorable mention of sorts. The award for loudest scream goes to Callie,” Jonah said, and the table erupted with laughter.

“Better luck next time, and don’t let us keep you from practicing. ”

And no, judging by Tom’s expression, he had no shame about what we just did. And neither did Mariana and Alex as they both took a victory tequila shot and gave each other a high five.

Tom whispered in my ear, “They’ve been caught a few times. Mariana can schmooze anyone, and on the surface, she’s perfection. But she needs her own intensity to match Alex’s. Goalies are a different breed.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“A bit more pressure. We can make some mistakes on the ice, but a goalie’s mistake loses the game.”

“Does it bother you how little I know about hockey?” I asked.

“Baby, you’ll learn. It means more to me that you’re in the crowd cheering for me than whether you understand what’s going on on the ice. And everyone here fucking loves you.”

I stared at our little group and then looked out the window at Cooper, Jackson, and Lexi, wishing their trio would join us. Tom caught my stare and shook his head.

“Like I said, they’re not ready. But when they are, they’ll be accepted. At least by us.”

I nodded, took the drink Tom had ordered for me, chugged it down, and dragged him back to the dance floor.

It was past two before we all piled into the black Suburbans that had brought us there.

I struggled to keep my eyes open, gave in to the exhaustion, and nodded off on Tom’s shoulder.

I woke to him carrying me into the condo.

He put me on the bed, helped me undress, handed me some sleep shorts and a t-shirt, and then pushed me towards the bathroom to brush my teeth.

As much as I would prefer to curl up next to him, skin to skin, it wasn’t practical in a house filled with his mother and Crew. I wanted to keep my eyes open and spend some of my last hours with Tom fully awake, but sleep claimed me the second he wrapped his arms around me.