Page 32 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

His face falls, and he shakes his head. “Hate? That’s the exact opposite of why I did this.

” He nervously runs his fingers through his thick hair.

“Fuck, Sulley, you dropped out of college. You wouldn’t leave the house.

You were a zombie. I did it for you. For him.

He would have hated that you weren’t in college.

That you quit playing ball. You wouldn’t have talked to me about it at that time.

Your parents were zombies right along with you, not pushing you to get back to life.

I did what was necessary to get you up and running again.

To live your life. To reach your potential. ”

My mouth opens and closes several times. I’m speechless. Completely and totally speechless. Shock isn’t a big enough word for what I’m feeling right now.

Eventually, I whisper, “What about his platoon friend who delivered it? Did you hire him? Did he even know Finn?” Why can’t I remember the man’s name? What kind of sister am I that I can’t remember his military best friend’s name? The one who changed my life.

Vance nods. “Of course Eric knew Finn. They were close friends. He and I still keep in touch. I reached out to him about how much it would destroy Finn to know what you were doing with your life. We came up with the plan together. I wrote the letter since I knew you best. Eric delivered it to make sure it had the desired impact.” He steels his face a bit.

“And I would do it again. It worked. It got you back to school. Back playing ball. Back to the land of the living. You were always destined for greatness. It was time for you to fulfill that destiny. In the absence of your brother, we stepped in and gave you the push you needed. Even if you never talk to me again, I don’t regret it. Not one little bit.”

I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience right now. It’s like I’m floating above, watching the scene take place. History has just been rewritten. My history. I should be mad at him for deceiving me, but I can’t bring myself to conjure up those feelings.

What would I be doing right now if I didn’t get that letter? Would I have gone back to school? Would I have started playing ball again?

I honestly don’t think I would have. He’s right. I did need it. All this time, I thought it was Finn who saved me, but it wasn’t him. It was Vance. My guardian angel isn’t watching from above. He’s standing right in front of me.

My mind suddenly flashes back to last night when I was first frantically undressing him and later nearly naked and on top of him, looking down at his flawless body.

I was in a post-orgasmic haze and then had my little freakout, so things were a little cloudy, but I’m starting to remember his tattoo.

It didn’t hit me at the time, but it is now.

I point a shaky finger at him. “Take…take off your shirt.”

“What? Why?”

“Take it off,” I demand with determination in my voice.

He lifts his T-shirt over his head. “Turn to the right and lift your left arm,” I further instruct.

Realization hits him, and he does as I ask.

My trembling finger finds the tattoo. It reads McShea Brothers . It’s done similarly to the way it was carved into the tree. There’s smaller wording under it that reads, Not brothers by blood, but brothers by heart .

Tears fill my eyes as I trace the letters over and over again with my fingertips. I must do it twenty times. Vance says nothing. He doesn’t move. He simply allows me to explore his tribute to my brother and their bond.

Overcome with emotion, I lean over and softly press my lips to the tattoo before kissing my way up his body. I move my fingers and lips across his chest, stopping at his sexy chest hair like I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember.

Taking a brief pause to inhale his unique Vance scent, my lips continue their upward movement over his throat and chin until I reach his lips.

Like him, I’m on my knees as my lips brush over his. His eyelids flutter, but he doesn’t otherwise move.

Our eyes meet, and we stare at each other.

He’s kept his promise to look out for me.

He’s been doing it from the shadows for six long years.

I’m done fighting with myself. Even if it’s only one time, I want to know what it’s like to be with Vance McCaffrey, the man I’ve lusted after for most of my life.

I lift my sweater over my head and remove my bra. He breathes, “What are you?—”

“I want you,” I interrupt. After I trace his lower lip with my tongue, I whisper, “I’m not stopping it this time, and neither are you. ”

His massive hands cup my entire face. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear his bright green eyes turn a shade darker.

I run my fingers down the hair from his belly button to where they disappear into his jeans. He quivers, actually quivers, from my touch.

After unbuckling his belt, I unbutton and unzip his jeans. My fingers brush over his boxer-brief-covered erection. His sexy Adam’s apple bobs up and down as he swallows hard.

“You’re sure you want this?”

I nod. “I do. More than anything.”

“Stand up.”

I’m a little concerned he’s going to stop this, but I stand as he instructed. His fingers slip into the sides of my leggings and panties, and he slides them down my legs until nothing is left.

Vance McCaffrey is currently on his knees in front of me while I’m standing there completely naked.

His eyes drink me in, practically worshiping my body.

The younger Sulley is doing a happy dance right now.

So is the current Sulley, but I’m doing my best to play it cool, as if this isn’t the embodiment of every fantasy I’ve ever had in my entire life.

His lips kiss along my thighs until his face reaches my most intimate region. He takes a deep inhale. It’s so unexpected and erotic that I audibly gasp.

My fingers thread through his gorgeous hair as he does nothing but take in my scent. I’m obsessed with his hair. It’s soft and thick. And the best part? It belongs to Vance. My Vance.

He looks up at me. “I don’t know what I want to do first.”

I briefly look out the window before turning back to him with a small smile. “We’ve got all day. For now, I just want to feel you moving inside me.”

In a flash, he’s standing and lifting me while I instinctively wrap my legs around him. I screech at the quick, unexpected move.

His mouth finds mine and, within seconds, his tongue is in my mouth. It gets frantic very quickly. Like we’re trying to swallow the other whole. He manages to add in a little suction, making it…perfect. It’s full of want and passion.

I can feel his solid erection and can’t help but rub myself against it while moving my hands across his broad, muscular back.

I feel us moving until he places me down on the small, cold kitchen island. It’s in such contrast to my rapidly overheating skin.

Eventually he breaks the kiss and pulls down his jeans and boxer briefs.

His cock springs free. My eyes nearly bug out of my head.

I’m tall. I’ve always dated big men who I know have bigger-than-average penises.

Shane was unusually big. I think it’s half the reason I stayed with him as long as I did.

But Vance McCaffrey is in a league of his own. His cock is long, thick, and looks angry in the best way possible. I can see the veins pulsing. The tip is red and leaking.

He chuckles when he notices my reaction. “It will fit. I promise.”

I shake my head and point to his third leg, which is currently staring at me as if to say he’s about to destroy me. “No way that fucking monster is fitting inside me. You’ll break me in half. How do you play football with that thing dangling between your legs?”

He lets out a loud laugh. With a bemused tone, he responds, “I suppose I find a way to make it work.” He scratches his head.

“It’s umm…it tends to be easier if you’re on top to start, but we can do this however you want.

I should also probably give you at least one orgasm beforehand. It helps loosen things up a bit.”

I bite back my smile. “I wanted to get to the main event, but I think I can get on board with a pre-sex orgasm.” I lean back on my hands and spread my legs wide. “Do your worst, QB1.”

“I’ll make it quick.” He winks, fucking winks, as if it takes mere seconds to bring a woman to orgasm. Cocky bastard.

I screech again as he lifts me like a bride, walking us back to our makeshift bed area in front of the fire. After setting me on my feet, he lies down on the blankets. I swear his dick makes a loud plopping noise as it falls to his stomach. It’s that big and heavy.

He motions his hands for me. “Come sit on my face.”

“Wait, what?”

He flicks his tongue suggestively. “Ride my fucking face. I want to be coated in your pussy until you’re so wet you practically glide onto my dick.”

Umm, okay. I’m into that plan.

I stand over him and then drop down to my knees on either side of his waist. I take in the man below me. Damn, he’s perfection. Saliva pools in my mouth at the sight of him in all his glory. I might be able to come without?—

Before I can finish the thought, he grabs my ass and pulls me until I’m hovering above his face, and then he drags me down until my pussy practically crashes to his mouth and his tongue plunges into my throbbing walls.

Oh dear god.

He momentarily removes his tongue and mumbles, “Don’t think. Let loose. Anything goes. Ride me without inhibition.”

Nervous adrenaline runs through my body, but I manage to grab onto his hair and do as he asked. I let everything go and just feel as I gyrate like a lap-dancing stripper over his face.

It only serves to encourage him. His tongue and fingers feel like they’re everywhere. His scruff is burning me in the best way possible, and I happily rub myself all over it. I’ve never felt so sexually free.