Page 53 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

I see Sulley nod her head at Kennedy, who does a spin move to swivel away from her defender. She heads straight toward the basket. Sulley tosses up the ball, but it’s not a shot. It’s intended as an alley-oop pass.

The clock shows just under two seconds. Kennedy jumps in the air, grabs the ball, and dunks it just as time expires, hanging on the rim, swinging for added effect.

Everyone on the plane explodes in excitement.

We’re jumping up and down. The captain has to get on the loudspeaker and ask everyone to calm themselves, fearing we’ll take the plane down.

The hometown fans look like they’re going crazy on television. There’s a dogpile on top of Kennedy. It’s amazing to watch.

I see Coach sobbing in the corner. I bro hug him. “She was fucking awesome.”

He nods as he hugs me back. “She was. I’m so proud of her. She’s worked her whole life for this moment.”

As soon as the craziness dies down, I pull up my text chain with Sulley to congratulate her. I doubt she’ll see it for a few hours, but I want it there whenever she picks up her phone.

My eyes immediately find our text string from late last night when I was alone in my hotel room.

Me: Good luck tomorrow. You’ve got this. Wish I was there to see the game in person.

Sulley: Am I lame if I admit I miss you and hate when you’re out of town?

I can’t help but smile like a lunatic. We’ve gotten close in the past few months. Given the severe invasion of privacy she suffered, she hasn’t wanted to go out as much, so we spend most nights in my house or hers.

Me: I miss you too, baby.

Sulley: What do you miss? Be specific.

Me: I miss the curve where your waist fans out and meets your hip. It’s soft and feminine. I run my fingers over it when you sleep.

She doesn’t respond for a while. Did I creep her out?

As I’m overthinking it, a photo appears of that part of her body. It’s so hot.

Me: Perfection, just like your long legs. I love when they’re wrapped around my face.

Seconds later, another photo appears. I can’t see her face, but it’s her from the waist down in her small sleep shorts. Her long, shapely legs take up the whole screen. God, I love those legs.

With the swelling of my cock, I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and give myself a few long tugs.

Me: I’m touching myself while I look at your perfect body.

Sulley: With Daylen in the room? Weird.

Me: You’re a riot. I wouldn’t cuddle with him, so now he’s next door, undoubtedly cuddling with Champ. I’m all alone and free to jerk off to your gorgeous photos.

Sulley: Show me.

I’ve never in my life sent a dick pic to a woman, but I couldn’t possibly pull my boxer briefs down any faster. Snapping a pic of my hardened, oozing cock, I send it to her.

Sulley: You are carved from the Gods, QB1. Now I’m touching myself too.

Me: Show me.

I get a photo of her hand down her shorts, but I can’t see anything else.

Me: Sullivan, show me that pretty pink pussy of yours. I want to see it glistening, weeping for me. I want to see your juices on your fingers. After you send the photo, I want you to stick your fingers in your mouth and tell me what you taste like.

I know her body. Right now, her nipples have hardened, and her cheeks are flushed. My dirty words always do it to her.

It takes a hot minute, but I get the photo I wanted. Her legs are spread wide and her fingers hover above her pussy, covered in the evidence of her arousal. It’s dirty, sexy, erotic, and perfect. I can almost taste it in my mouth.

My strokes on my cock become ferocious as I stare at the image before me. I grab the lotion next to me to help myself along.

Me: Tell me what it tastes like.

Sulley: Like she misses you.

Me: What do you miss?

Sulley: The python making me lose my mind.

Me: Tomorrow, when we celebrate, I’ll fuck you into a coma. For now, baby, I need you to come for me. Yell my name so loud I can hear it across the country.

Sulley: Come with me.

Me: I am. My hand doesn’t feel as good as your tight, slick pussy, but I’m using your lotion so I can smell you. That’s right, I took a bottle from your bathroom so I can smell your coconut scent when I’m not with you. I use it to stroke my cock all the time. I want your smell around me.

She doesn’t respond for a minute or two. I assume that means she’s enjoying herself.

A text finally arrives.

Sulley: I came.

I can’t help but smile. That was quick.

Me: Show me your face.

I receive a picture of her orgasm-flushed face. Her red lips are parted and swollen. Her eyes are closed, and there’s a satisfied smile on her face. It’s my favorite image in the world, and it sends me right over the edge as I shoot hot ropes of come all over my stomach.

Me: Fuck, that did it for me. I came too.

Sulley: Show me.

And I do.

I look at my phone when we land. It’s after three in the morning. I’m sure the girls were out late celebrating but are home now. I know it’s late, but I just want my girl. I need her.

I get in my truck and head straight to Sulley’s house.

I notice the night security guard in his car out front, but I only wave from afar because I’m in a rush to see her.

Keith is with her during the daytime. While it drives me nuts that she chose to have him over living with me, I don’t mind someone watching over her, and Keith keeps things very professional.

Using my key to get in, I walk straight to the bedroom door.

She’s fast asleep in a McCaffrey jersey.

It’s a style that we used to wear during my first two years in the league.

She must have held onto that jersey for the past ten years.

It makes me happy to know that even when she hated me, she didn’t throw it away.

I lean on the doorframe and stare at her soft features. I love her so much it hurts. Why can’t things be different? Why can’t they be easy? Will I ever stop paying for past decisions and be able to move forward as a happy man with a normal life?

She stirs and her eyes peel open before she croaks out, “Hey, handsome.”

“Hey, beautiful. I missed you.”

She gives me a sleepy smile. “You saw me three days ago.”

“Three days too long.”

“You talked me into sending pictures of me orgasming last night.” She throws her arms over her eyes. “I still can’t believe I did that.”

“Best photos I’ve ever received in my life, but I prefer to catch the live show.”

A sleepy smile finds her face.

“Congratulations,” I offer. “What a great game.”

“You saw it?”

“Of course. We almost took down the plane when Kennedy made that shot at the end.”

Her smile widens. “It was her first dunk ever. Wasn’t it awesome?”

The happiness she has for Kennedy being the hero is radiating from her.

“It was. ”

“I saw your drive to win your game,” she says. “You were amazing. That wasn’t the play called, was it?”

I chuckle at her knowledge of our plays. “Nope, Daylen was covered. Champ was my second look. He broke a few tackles and muscled his way into the endzone.”

“It was a good win.” She stretches as she yawns. “I’m tired. Come to bed. I missed your body on mine.”

“I’m sorry I woke you, but I need to be inside you. Is that okay?”

She pulls away the blankets and spreads her bare legs, revealing that she’s not wearing any panties. “I thought I might see you tonight. You’re wearing far too many clothes, QB1.”

At lightning speed, I remove all of them, happily leaving them in a pile on the floor as I slip into her bed, right between her legs where I belong.

I momentarily squeeze my eyes shut as I admit, “I dream of you wearing my jersey like you are right now. You have on that red lipstick and those fuck-me boots you wear sometimes. In my fantasy you’re on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.

” I thrust my hips against her so she can feel how hard she makes me.

“As much as I want to fuck you in this jersey, I need you naked. I want to feel your soft skin.”

She wordlessly raises her arms, and I lift my jersey off her, leaving her naked and vulnerable. I lay there and stare at her. She stares right back at me. Every decision I’ve ever made in my life starts running through my head as I silently pray she can love me back in spite of them.

She places her hand on my chest and whispers, “What’s wrong? I can feel your heart beating so fast.”

“It tends to do that when you’re around. It belongs to you.”

Her head tilts to the side as she cups my cheek, “Vance, we ? —”

I don’t want her to tell me we’re not like that. I just can’t hear it right now, so I silence her by moving my lips to hers, loving the sense of calm I feel when we connect, especially after being apart for a few days. I mumble into them, “Just let me love you.”

I slowly enter her, and her body shakes the entire time as she arches her back and lets out a moan. I will never tire of her body’s reaction to welcoming mine.

Once the tremors subside, she threads her fingers through my hair and whispers, “Are you okay?”

“I am now.”