Page 44 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

As we walk to the bus, I notice Beau whisper something to Palmer, and she smiles. He must have complimented her. I wonder if anything is going on between them. I initially thought her crush was one-sided, but maybe I’m wrong.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” The only words I’m capable of after seeing this hotel’s outdoor setup. It’s basically a pool stadium. That’s the only way to describe it.

There is the largest screen in creation running the full length of the hotel, which is managing to play every single basketball game currently going on.

There are multiple bars underneath the screen.

There are six different long pools with seating space in between each.

It’s basically set up like a true stadium. I’ve never seen anything like it.

As was the case at our hotel bar, a man in a suit is standing there awaiting our arrival, ushering us to a private VIP area.

Despite the crazy crowd, we have chairs, tables, and an entire pool dedicated to our party.

This is truly how the other half lives. I won’t lie; I’m enjoying the treatment.

How often do you walk into a hotel room and have your entire bar and refrigerator already stocked?

I throw my arm around Layla. “You know how to throw a party, girlfriend.”

She smiles. “A bunch of the WAGs helped out.”

I squeeze her close. “Thanks for inviting me.”

She rests her head on my shoulder. “It wouldn’t be the same without you. Now let’s get our drink on. It’s time to par-tay.”

Drinking and partying, we do. I’ve honestly never let this loose in my life. We’ve had a blast watching the games from the confines of a pool with a drink in hand. The sun has now set, but the pool party rages on. The warm Vegas temperatures make it easy to linger in the pool.

Even though Vance hasn’t removed his eyes from me all day, he’s mostly kept his distance. Watching him in swim trunks all afternoon has got me on edge. I’m starting to feel a little frisky. We need to find a way to spend time together. Alone.

As if reading my mind, he slips into the water and makes his way over to me. “Having a good time?”

I nod. “The best time ever. Ever, ever, ever.”

He chuckles as he nods his head toward my drink. “Pace yourself. We’ve still got a long night ahead of us.”

My mouth widens. “More partying?”

“Yep. When the games end, we’ll get showered and dressed for dinner, eat, and then hit the club scene. Vegas is a marathon, not a race. And we’ve got four days of this.”

I set my fruity drink down on the pool lip. “You’re right. I need to slow down, or I won’t make it out later.”

He moves a little closer to me and runs his hand up the back of my thigh until it reaches my ass, where he squeezes it hard. “I’d happily stay back with you.”

I look around nervously to see if anyone is watching us. Even if they were, it’s now too dark for them to see where his hand is. It looks like we’re talking, which we are.

Before I know it, his fingers are under my bikini, running through me. “You’re wet, naughty girl. I knew you would be. Your cheeks are flushed. I saw it from my chair. You want me inside you, don’t you?”

Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system. Maybe it’s the fact that he looks so damn hot in his bathing suit. Maybe it’s the fact that his finger just slipped into me and my legs nearly gave out. But I do want it, and I want it now. Here. Out in public.

Our night at the movie theater was the most sensual, erotic, exciting night of my life. Fulfilling a childhood fantasy and the threat of being seen at any moment? Holy shit. It was magical. I came so hard. It felt like an out-of-body experience.

And the best part, when we were done, we lay there for a long time talking and laughing. It was so easy and comfortable.

I swallow hard and answer his question about whether I want him inside me. “I do. Please. I need it.”

A small smile forms on his lips as he licks them. I’m mesmerized by his tongue, thinking of all the things it’s done to me over the past few weeks.

His finger pushes deep inside me. “I hope you’ve been working on your clenching muscles.”

“I have,” I offer overly enthusiastically. “Every day. All the time.”

He chuckles, and I flush with embarrassment. Shit. I’m so uncool. I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity for him to take me in public again, desperately wanting it to be good for him. It looks like tonight is the night to see if my new “exercises” have paid off.

Like a total nerd, I googled how to strengthen my vaginal wall.

I’ve been doing Kegels, pelvic tilts, heel slides, squats, and bridge exercises, per my research.

Every single day, I do them because I officially found my kink.

Public sex. The threat of being seen floods me with excitement and a high unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He gently pushes my shoulder. “Lean over a little until I’m in. I need the angle to get inside you.”

He withdraws his fingers. I hate that he did, but I know what’s about to come. Me. I’m about to come.

I lean up and over the edge of the pool like I’m reaching for something. He moves behind me and slides my bikini to the side before slipping his massive cock into me.

My fingers grip the lip of the pool as my body shakes.

I wonder if there will ever be a time when he enters me that my body doesn’t have this involuntary reaction.

He gets off on it. We’ve had a lot of sex in the weeks since the drive-in night.

Almost every day. We’re insatiable for each other.

Every damn time my body reacts this way. I can’t control it.

He whispers, “Okay, you can slide back now.”

I lean back upright with my arms casually hanging over the side of the pool as if I’m watching the games like everyone else, with Vance simply standing behind me in the pool.

While I’m sure it looks strange that he’s standing so closely behind me, no one could possibly know that he’s inside me.

It’s also dark, it’s underwater, and people are either focused on their own conversation or the games taking place on the big screen.

And everyone has been drinking for hours.

I doubt they’re noticing our slightly closer-than-normal proximity.

“Fuck, Sulley, you’re so tight. And wet. Look around, baby. Everyone is here, yet none of them know I’m inside your warm cunt right now.”

He runs his hand down my stomach, hidden from view by the side of the pool, before slipping his fingers down the front and through me until they reach the place where we’re now joined together. “Can you feel me?”

Can I feel him? He’s all I feel. “Yes,” I breathe.

“Your pussy is already so swollen. You’re going to milk me now, and then later tonight, in my room, I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow.”

I swallow hard. That all sounds good to me.

His fingers begin circling my clit while he casually picks up his glass and takes a sip of his drink, as if we’re not having sex. “Now start clenching and milk this cock. Squeeze every ounce out of me.”

I shiver at his words. His dirty talk is everything I never knew I needed. It’s so contrary to his normal, quiet demeanor. I think that’s what makes it so hot. It’s unexpected and only for my ears.

For now.

I clench as hard as I can, and he lets out a groan. “Ahh. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He’s able to roll his hips a bit while I clench and clench.

His fingers never leave my clit until we both float away into blissful paradise, all while surrounded by friends, teammates, and about two or three hundred other people, none of whom have any clue about the dirty things going on under the water.

I wake in the morning to the biggest case of cotton mouth in history. I need water, and I need to get back to my room before my roommates wake up. Hopefully they were too wasted to notice I wasn’t with them when they got back last night. We partied our asses off until the sun came up .

We had a five-star dinner followed by hours and hours of VIP treatment at three different clubs.

I barely remember coming back to the hotel, but I do remember Vance making good on his promise to fuck me into tomorrow.

We went at it like animals. I think Daylen brought someone back to his room too, because we could hear a woman screaming.

In fact, now that I think about it, she and I may have had a little screaming match through the walls. I can’t help but smile as the memories of it come into focus. Yep, I was drunk.

I look over at the handsome man sleeping next to me on his back.

Pushing back a piece of hair from his eyes, I slide it toward his head.

Even in his sleep, his brow is furrowed, and he looks stressed out.

I wish he’d share things with me. I know in my gut that he’s hiding something.

He’s keeping secrets. I think it all weighs on him.

I quietly make my way to the bathroom. After I use his toothbrush, I slip back into my dress from last night.

With my heels in hand, I quietly exit his bedroom into the main living room of the suite he’s sharing with Daylen.

At the same time, I see Kennedy exit Daylen’s room in her dress from last night with her heels in her hand.

I can’t help the audible gasp that comes from my mouth. I thought they hated each other.

Her head snaps up, and she looks at me wide-eyed, immediately offering, in a low whisper, “I was trashed. I barely remember anything. Please never breathe a word of this to anyone.” She makes a look of disgust. “Ugh, I can’t believe I let that gorilla touch me.

At least I found a bunch of condom wrappers this morning. That’s a small victory.”

I whisper back, “Don’t you hate him?”

Her eyes narrow. “I do, but wait, are you leaving Vance’s room right now? What the fuck? I thought you hated him .”

We’re in a silent stare down for several seconds before I offer, “How about we agree to never talk about last night for the rest of our lives? I won’t ask you questions, and you don’t ask me any either.”

A small smile forms on her lips before she nods. “Perfect.”

Choosing to ignore the hickeys all over the tops of her breasts, I notice her left hand is bandaged. Pointing to it, I ask, “Did you get hurt?”

She shrugs. “I have no recollection.” She examines it. “It looks professionally wrapped. I didn’t want to wake him and ask. I’ll take a look at it when we get back to the room.”

“Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s a little achy, that’s all. I probably fell. I tend to do that when I’m wasted.”

I hope she’s not too injured.

We exit the suite and begin our stealthy journey down the hallway toward our suite, acting like spies, fearing anyone seeing us. I take in our appearances. We’re in tiny dresses with our hair a tangled mess and full raccoon eyes of smeared makeup. We look like hookers leaving the scene of a crime.

I let out a quiet laugh. “This is truly a walk of shame.”

She shrugs. “I prefer to call it a just got laid parade. It sounds so much better. Classier. And at least we had sex.” She scrunches her face.

“If I’m being honest, it was really good…

from what I remember.” She points to her vagina.

“I’m sore. Really fucking sore, but in a good way. You know what I mean, don’t you?”

I stifle my giggle, finding this entire situation hilarious. “I do.”

We quietly enter our suite, tiptoeing our way inside.

What we see is the most unexpected sight ever.

Palmer is standing in the kitchen, guzzling a water jug like she’s been in the desert for a year.

She’s still in the dress she wore last night.

Her shoes are on the kitchen counter, her makeup is smeared all over her face, and her hair looks like a small family could be living inside it.

Kennedy and I simultaneously burst into a fit of laughter.

She immediately turns to us as horror washes over her face. She moans out, “Oh my god, I assumed you two were asleep in our room.”

Kennedy and I turn our heads and look at each other before nodding in silent agreement. Kennedy looks back at Palmer. “How about we all agree to never speak of last night again for the rest of our lives?”

Palmer exhales a breath in relief before shouting, “Deal.”