Page 60 of Home Town Advantage (Fourth Quarter Fever #1)

TWENTY-NINE

VANCE

I climb into Daylen’s Jeep to an unexpected huge lick across the face from BJ. I shove her toward the backseat. “Ugh. Why did you have to bring the beast?”

In his stupid baby voice, Daylen answers, “BJ was excited to see Uncle Vance.” He rubs behind her ear. “Weren’t you, baby girl?”

Bark.

“You know what my new red flag is, D?”

He smirks. “What?”

“People who think their pets are human. People who think their pets understand English.”

He gasps. “I know my princess speaks English. BJ, sing for Uncle Vance.” He yells, “ TLC, ” as though it’s a command.

The fucking dog starts belting out and singing. It’s a sound I’ve never heard an animal make before. I think she’s actually singing. And then he starts singing “Waterfalls” along with her. It’s like a duet. What the hell is going on here?

I stare at the two of them. “Fucking Sonny and Cher living their best life. ”

Daylen lets out a loud laugh. “Damn, I should have named her Cher.”

The two-day emergency family leave that the Camels gave me has come to an end. I had to get back tonight in time for practice tomorrow morning. Daylen insisted on picking me up from the airport.

“Thanks for getting me. You didn’t have to. I could have Ubered home.”

He waves his hand dismissively. “Nah. I wasn’t busy. I want to hear about everything anyway. It must have been nuts. Like a soap opera. I can practically hear the dah, dah, dah music.”

By the time I’m finished telling him the story, he has a giant smile on his face. “Why are you so fucking happy, D?”

He continues his goofy grin. “Because you’ve allowed yourself to live in quicksand for seven years, and now you’re finally out.” He throws his hands in the air and shouts, “Halleluiah!”

“What does that mean? Quicksand?”

“It means every time you moved, you got deeper and deeper into shit. There’s been no escaping it for you.

You’ve been stuck and miserable for too many years.

I love you like a brother. Even though you won’t cuddle with me on road trips, I know you love me too.

If something happened to me, I would never in a million years want you to live your life the way you have been.

Guaranteed Finn wouldn’t have wanted that either.

It’s time for Vance to prioritize Vance for once.

Stop punishing yourself for living. You don’t have to feel guilty that you get to live your dream while he doesn’t.

” He sits up straight. “As your official best friend successor, I hereby command you to only do things that make you happy moving forward. Hakuna Matata.”

As soon as he says Hakuna Matata, BJ starts singing again. And Daylen sings the words to the song along with her.

I stare at him in disbelief. He shrugs. “What? BJ’s favorite movie is Lion King . She watches it all the time when I’m not home.”

“Do you know that your dog isn’t human?”

He stares at me and yells, “Hakuna Matata,” and the fucking dog starts singing again.

Thirty minutes later, I’m about to walk into my house.

My plan is to drop my stuff, get what I need for tomorrow, and then go to Sulley’s and lay it all on the line.

I had so many things I wanted to say in the treehouse, but I wasn’t sure she was in the headspace to hear them, and then I got so emotional and cried like a baby.

She ended up having to take care of me when all I really wanted to do was to take care of her.

I walk through my front door, and I’m not prepared for what I see. Sulley is sitting on the small table in the center of the foyer, waiting for me. She’s wearing my jersey with nothing else on but those leather boots I like and red-painted lips.

She stares at me as she leans back on her hands and slowly spreads her legs enough for me to see that she’s not wearing any panties. I blink my eyes a few times to make sure I’m not dreaming this.

She smiles sexily before running her tongue along her lower lip and breathing, “Welcome home, lover.”

Every ounce of blood in my body rushes to my cock. Her eyes move down to the obvious bulge in my jeans, and her smile widens.

She pushes herself off the table and walks toward me like the tempting, seductive goddess she is until she’s standing right in front of me.

“Sulley, I ? —”

“Shh.” She places her fingers over my lips, quieting me.

“No more talking. No more secrets. No more drama.” She stands on her toes and runs her tongue along my lower lip while gripping my painfully hard cock through my jeans, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You’re always the one taking care of everyone. It’s my turn to take care of my man.”

My man . No words coming from her lips have ever sounded better.

She turns around and rubs her body over mine, including her ass over my cock. Reaching for my hands, she places them on her body and runs them up and under the jersey until they’re on her bare breasts.

I grab onto them and sink my nose into her neck, whispering, “I love you.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck. Her vibrant blue eyes meet mine. They’re filled with lust. Is it too much to hope that they’re filled with love too?

I open my mouth to speak, but she places her finger over my lips again. “Shh. Remember the rules.”

She moves her fingers down and begins to unbutton my shirt, peppering soft kisses down my chest and abs along the way until she’s on her knees in front of me.

She stares me in the eyes again while she unbuckles my belt. This is my fantasy. She’s giving me my fantasy.

My pants and boxer briefs are down around my ankles in seconds. Her fingernails make a slow trail up my thighs. Fuck, I love when she does that. I can feel goosebumps spreading all over my skin.

My cock is now in her hand, her fingers gloriously wrapped around me. With the other hand, she reaches for my phone, sitting in the pocket of my jeans on the floor.

Handing it to me, she says, “I want you to have this memory. I trust you.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat. She has no idea what that means to me.

I turn on the video and point the camera at her. She smiles into it as she slides her pink tongue out and laps the moisture pooling at my tip.

“Hmm, so good, QB1.”

She begins to pump my shaft with her hand while her tongue explores me, licking along my veins, savoring every second of it, putting on a bit of a show for the camera.

With her eyes still focused on the phone, she wraps those red-painted lips around my tip and then slowly feeds my entire cock into her mouth until the head reaches her throat.

She gags a little but refuses to pull it out.

I know I will watch that part of the video over and over again.

Who wouldn’t love the sight of the woman they love gagging on their cock?

She establishes an otherworldly rhythm with her hands, mouth, and tongue. My free hand winds into her hair, and I begin thrusting into her. I’m finding it hard to maintain enough control to hold up the camera, but I don’t want to miss a moment of this.

“Are you getting off while you suck my cock, baby?” I ask. “Is your pussy soaked for me?”

She nods and makes some indiscernible noises.

“Show me. Stick your fingers inside your cunt until they’re covered. Then show me and give me a taste.”

Without breaking stride, she reaches one hand down until it disappears under the jersey. My jersey. Sulley is wearing my jersey, sucking my cock, and touching herself to show me how much she’s getting off on it. This. Is. Perfection. She. Is. Mine.

Her eyes flutter when they find purchase. This whole scene is pushing me to the edge at warp speed.

She pulls her glistening fingers out and holds them up for my inspection. I immediately grab her hand and suck them into my mouth. Her taste instantly pushes me to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, I’m about to come.”

Her mouth pulls off my cock with a loud popping noise. In a husky voice I didn’t know she was capable of, she asks, “Do you want to come in my mouth or on my tits? ”

I’m speechless. Where did that come from? I’m usually the one talking dirty, not her. And it was filthy.

Without an answer from me, who still can’t form words, she removes the jersey, lies back on the floor, and pushes her tits together. “Fuck them and then come on them. Paint them white.”

Her rosy nipples are hard and pointing at me, inviting me. Without another thought, I kick off my jeans and boxer briefs and then drop down until my knees are bracketing her ribs.

The phone falls, but I don’t care anymore. I prop myself up and slide my cock between her full tits, thrusting in and out without a care in the world other than chasing my orgasm.

This is solely about me. I don’t know that I’ve had a sexual moment in a very long time that was only about me and my needs. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve had any moment only about me in years, sexual or not. This is what she’s giving me. Just when I thought I couldn’t love her any more than I do.

It builds and builds until I can’t take it anymore. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s on fire. I roar, and I mean roar, into my release, as long, thick, hot coats of my ejaculate cover her tits and chest.

Once emptied, I pull up to rest on my knees between her legs and look at my masterpiece. She reaches for my phone and hands it to me. “You won’t want to miss this.”

I aim it at her while she runs her index finger over her semen-covered chest and slips it provocatively into her mouth, lapping it with her tongue and then closing her red lips around it.

“Hmm, so good.” She then scoops a handful of it, spreads her legs wide, and rubs it through her pussy. “Have a taste.”

Without any hesitation, I toss the phone to the side and dive headfirst in her pussy, dying to taste the combination of her and me.

She laughs at my enthusiasm, but I don’t care.

She’s always up for anything I suggest, but she’s never been in control and never been this dirty.

It’s such a turn-on. My cock is already hardening again .