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Eight

Wolf

I can’t remember the last time I felt like this, my body heavily exhausted but with fire in my veins and adrenaline coursing through me. The satisfaction of a game well played and the thrill of a hard-fought victory. The utter ruthlessness with which I played tonight made me feel like my old self again, and I know it’s all because she was here, watching me.

Emily. Sweet little Emily. I couldn’t see her up in her box, but I could feel her eyes on me. Knowing she was watching lit a fire in me that I haven’t felt in a very long time.

It’s like she’s my muse. My inspiration. My new reason for everything.

Something shifted in me when I heard her moan my name in the shower the other day. Shifted, or broke, or something, because I don’t feel like the same man I was before I knew that Emily David wants me.

I finish washing off, then turn off the shower and step out. Music is playing in the dressing room, guys laughing and talking as we get cleaned up after the game. Tonight’s win was a big one, and we’re definitely riding high. And fuck, does it feel good to have contributed to that win. I may not have scored any goals, but I did what I was supposed to do and kept their players away from my guys, giving them chances to score.

Water drips from my hair, and I towel off roughly, my movements hurried. My body’s still amped from the game, and I feel like a live wire. But it’s not just the win that has me feeling this way. It’s her. Emily.

I can’t get her out of my mind, and I’ve given up trying. I waved the white flag on that the second I heard her moan my name as she used my shower head to massage her clit.

Fuck, and now I’m hard. Rock fucking hard. In the dressing room. Goddammit. I quickly wrap the towel around my waist to try to hide my jutting cock. It works. Sort of. Mostly.

I join in the celebrations as I make my way to my station, clapping backs, laughing at jokes, and exchanging insults. But even though I’m here, with my team, my mind is elsewhere. I’m thinking about Emily. Her smile. Her laugh. Her graceful little body and how fucking good it would feel pressed up against mine. Naked.

Fuck. I’m hard again.

I dress quickly, partly because I don’t need anyone seeing me like this, and mostly because I’m eager to see Emily. I can’t wait a second longer. The need to be near her is almost overwhelming. I need to get eyes on her. Smell her.

I’m the first one dressed, and I pace impatiently as the others finish up. Finally, I head up to the box with Kincaid and Shane. We asked the girls to wait for us there after the game, knowing they’d be safe and easy to find. We enter the box, and it’s like something inside me settles at the sight of her. She’s standing with Lilah and Sadie, talking, and I drink in the sight of her. Her red hair gleams, tumbling over her shoulders, and for a second, all I can do is stare. She turns, her green eyes meeting mine, and I know I’m done. Done resisting. Done convincing myself that wanting her is wrong. Done pretending I don’t want her.

Done.

“Hey,” I say, my voice coming out rough around the edges.

She smiles at me, and the way she blushes makes me want to scoop her up in my arms. “Hey, Wolf. Great game. You were…” She inhales softly. “You were great.”

I want to reach out and pull her into my arms. I want to kiss the absolute daylights out of her. But I restrain myself. We’re not alone.

Yet.

Kincaid claps me on the back. “We’re all going out to celebrate. You in?”

I look at Emily, a silent question in my eyes. She nods, grinning at me and weaving her fingers with mine. I give her hand a gentle squeeze and she squeezes back. My balls throb in response.

“Yeah,” I say, my gaze not leaving hers. “We’re in.”

We leave the arena through a rear entrance that exits into an alleyway, where a row of sleek black cars awaits. There are always cars waiting here after the game for any team members or staff who need or want a ride. I don’t usually use them, but I’m grateful for the convenience tonight.

Shane and Sadie slip into the first car in line, followed by Kincaid and Lilah into the second. I hold the door open to the third for Emily, letting her slide in first. I close the door once I’m inside, effectively sealing us away from the world.

“Where to?”

I open and close my mouth, realizing I have no idea where we’re going. Kincaid was the one who said they were going out. I was too caught up in seeing Emily to even ask.

“Uh…just follow the two cars that pulled out ahead of you,” I say.

“Yes, sir,” he says pleasantly, and we pull out smoothly into the night, the city sparkling with lights around us.

Emily shifts in her seat as shadows flicker across her beautiful face, and her thigh presses against mine. I can’t stop thinking about wanting to touch her soft skin, how it would feel to have those thighs wrapped around me. I want to run my hands up her toned, lithe legs, feel the heat of her pussy against my hand. I want to slip my hand inside her panties and stroke her. Feel her wetness as I make her gasp and beg sweetly for more.

I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself discreetly. I’m so fucking hard right now that it hurts. All I can think about is burying myself inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat around me. I want to fuck her slow and deep, make her moan my name like she did in the shower. I want to see her eyes glaze over with pleasure, feel her nails dig into my back as she comes.

I want to taste her, too. I want to bury my face between those pretty thighs, lick her until she’s writhing and begging for more. I want to suck on her little clit, feel her orgasm on my tongue. I want to make her come over and over again, until she’s so sensitive that she can’t take any more.

I want to explore every inch of her body. I want to kiss every single one of her freckles. I want to suck her nipples. I want to grip her hips hard enough to bruise as I fuck her from behind. I want to see her on her knees, those green eyes looking up at me as she takes my dripping cock in her mouth. I want to feel her throat, hear her gag as she tries and fails to take all of me.

I want and want and want. This wanting is consuming me. Eating me alive.

I glance over at her to find that she’s staring at me, and our eyes meet. I can feel the electricity pulsing between us in the back of the car, can practically see the sparks in the air as she slides a little bit closer. She licks her lips slowly, her lids heavy, and I can see how much she wants me.

Fucking hell, this is wrong. And I don’t give a shit.

I reach down and adjust myself, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes track the movement of my hand over the thick bulge between my legs and she blushes, staring openly now. Fuck, she’s so sweet. And I’m a fucking beast for wanting to corrupt her. But I do. I want to make her mine in the filthiest ways possible.

Is she a virgin? The question sears through me. If she is…god, the things I could teach her. Show her. I could be her first and her last, and she could be my everything in return.

She blinks up at me, the tension wrapping around us like a blanket. She shifts again, her thigh rubbing against mine, the warmth of her evident even through the fabric of my pants. We’re fully dressed and yet I can feel her as though we’re naked. I’ve never been so hyperaware of someone in my entire life. Every time I’m near her, she’s the only thing I can focus on.

Our eyes hold, and I can’t look away. I’m completely mesmerized by her. Her lips part slightly as her gaze drops to my mouth, and I can see her chest rising and falling in soft little pants.

Fuck, I need to taste her. I need to claim her pretty little mouth. Her body. Every single part of her.

I lean in, lifting my hand and cupping her cheek. Christ, her skin is soft. Impossibly soft. I trace my thumb over her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed as she leans into my touch. I can feel her breath on my lips, smell the sunshine and flowers scent of her skin.

Fuck it. I’m going to kiss her.

The car comes to a sudden stop, jolting us apart. I glance out the window and bite out a grumbled curse when I see we’ve pulled up in front of an upscale bar. Lilah, Kincaid, Sadie, and Shane are all waiting by the entrance for us.

Fucking perfect timing. I can’t stop the little growl of frustration from escaping me.

Emily looks dazed, her wide eyes on me, her lips parted. She’s so fucking beautiful. So sweet. She’s like soft spring sunshine personified. The driver steps out of the car, chatting with one of the other drivers for a moment.

“Emily,” I say, my voice gritty.

“Wolf,” she says, swallowing thickly.

“I heard you, you know. In the shower.” Now isn’t the time for this conversation, but it suddenly feels important to tell her.

God, I’m such a mess over her.

Her eyes go wide, her lips forming a perfect o . She’s completely adorable when she’s stunned. She’s never not completely adorable, honestly.

Her face turns a deep shade of red. “You heard me?” Her words are nothing more than a shaky whisper.

I nod, my gaze flicking down to her lips again. “I heard you moan my name. I heard you come, Emily.” I don’t tell her that I watched her, too. I want to see how she responds to this first half-true confession. I lean in close, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “It was the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

She sucks in a sharp breath, and I pull back slightly. She’s staring at her hands, but I don’t want her to hide from me. From what’s happening between us. I grip her chin gently, turning her face up to mine.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Em. You never have to be embarrassed around me. It was hot. You’re hot. More than hot. And I—“

Of course, the driver chooses that moment to open the door, cool night air rushing in and ending the moment. With a small grumble, I step out and then offer my hand to Emily. She doesn’t hesitate before putting her small, delicate hand in mine, and I sigh at the contact. At how perfect it feels.

As we walk into the bar, my skin still feels hot and tight, and a snarled knot sits in the center of my chest. I promised Mike I wouldn’t make a move on his sister. I promised him I wouldn’t touch her. She’s too young for me. Too sweet and innocent. She lives a three-and-a-half-hour-flight away.

And yet, Emily David feels like she was meant to be mine. Like I’ve been waiting for her all this time. None of the other women I’ve ever dated made me feel like this. None of my relationships lasted because I wasn’t with Emily. Playing tonight, knowing she was watching me, it was as though a missing puzzle piece had clicked into place.

I haven’t lost my passion for the game. I just needed to find my soul mate.

Who happens to be my best friend’s younger sister. Who happens to be thirteen years younger than me.

It’s wrong, but nothing has ever felt more right.

I know how this ends: with me inside her, taking what’s meant to be mine, consequences be damned.