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Twenty Six

Colt

My thighs were twitching; I could already feel how stiff these motherfuckers would be later. But it didn’t matter because we were behind, and I had to get through to that fucking quarterback. Had to , no ifs, no buts. The reward that lay in wait for me was too great.

My gloved fingers dug into the turf, and my tongue manuevered my mouth guard up and down, before I bit into the hard material like a rabid dog.

Stay sharp. Execute.

I ground my cleats into the turf over and over, making sure I had the traction I needed. The offensive lineman across from me sneered as I looked up at him.

“Hey, you keep lining up like that, and I might have to start charging for pancake blocks!”

Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be now, huh? The guy had been rotated in after I’d passed his predecessor over and over again. It had only taken them almost three quarters to come up with this idea. I usually had no problem ignoring the trash talkers, but I was so wired, so charged up, that I couldn’t help but fire back.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the QB remembers your name … when he’s picking himself up off the ground!”

The ball was snapped. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, my focus razor sharp, and I exploded forward.

Move your fucking feet. Stay low. Get that motherfucker.

We crashed into each other, my momentum giving me a split-second advantage, then it was a test of pure strength. Pushing, shoving, and my muscles straining as I tried to get this guy out of my way. I didn’t care if I pushed him backward or if I shook off the block, but he had to go.

My arms were stretched to the limit, but giving in was not an option. Excitement coursed through me as he lost his balance, and I didn’t hesitate for a second to take advantage of his moment of weakness.

I tore away from him, charging through the gap with a burst of speed, straight into the pocket where the quarterback was waiting for me.

He saw me coming, his eyes widening behind his mask, but it was too late. Before he could get rid of the ball, or use any evasive tactics, I had locked my arms around him and pulled us to the ground. The impact was hard and satisfying.

Sack number three!

The whistle blew, and I scrambled to my feet, unable to suppress a rumbling roar of celebration. My eyes, like a magnet, found Hailey jumping up and down on the sideline, cheering with the rest of her squad.

Our eyes locked, and I pounded my chest with one fist, then pointed at her. The blood rushed through my veins, hot and thunderous, at the thought of what I’d accomplished. There was a suspicious tingling in my lower back at the base of my spine, but that burst of sensation was interrupted when a helmet smashed into mine.

My O-line buddy was back. Oh, joy.

“You better savor that moment, ’cause it’s the last time you’re getting through!” He spat on the ground, his face contorted with rage, then shouldered his way past me.

I snickered mockingly. “You sure? ’Cause that felt pretty easy. Better call for backup!”

There was nothing he could say to dampen the thrill of anticipation I felt. Our defense soldiered on, and we slapped each other on the backs, triumphant as we cleared the field for the offense.

Nico’s shoulder rammed into mine, even though it obviously jolted him more than me, and he hissed, “Good sack! I guess all that extra weight helped you push through this time!”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my helmet off and glared down at him. “Jesus, if you put half as much energy into the game, the score on the board might be different.”

He scoffed and finally took the field. Fucking dickhead .

***

I’ve never been this eager to get off the bus and get the postgame recovery out of the way. It felt like I was about to play another game, that’s how wound up I was.

The moment we made it back to our campus and poured out of the bus, my head whipped around, searching for her shiny black hair. The drive home after the game had felt like an eternity. Holy shit, why did she have to be so short? Normally, I loved the height difference between us, but it was hard to pick out someone who was barely five feet tall in a crowd of people, let alone one half made up of football players.

I was aware I had to get to the locker room for recovery before I could play with her, but I was craving a shot of my addiction. When I finally spotted her, she was engrossed in a conversation with a slightly taller dark-skinned girl … Kyla, or something like that? I wasn’t very good with names.

Stalking up behind her, I picked up bits of their conversation.

“No, seriously, you have to watch it! The casting is so incredibly good, she even sounds like her. It’s absolutely insane.” Ah, I had a pretty good idea of what she was talking about. Hailey was obsessed with Princess Diana — which only made my nickname for her even more fitting — and accordingly, The Crown .

“Isn’t it kind of … boring?” The other girl cocked an eyebrow skeptically. Hailey’s hand flew to her chest as if clutching her imaginary pearls, and she gasped in horror.

“Boring?! Lady Diana Spencer, Princess of Wales boring? Girl, she was one of the coolest women to ever walk the earth. Trust me, it’s worth watching the show just because of her.”

My arms wrapped around her middle as I pressed my front against the curve of her peachy ass and lowered my chin so it rested on top of her head. She stiffened until she realized it was me, then she melted into me.

My cock perked up, but I ignored it as best I could. “Elizabeth Debicki?” I asked, eliciting a chuckle from Hailey.

“Looks like you know me too well. Yeah, I was trying to convince Kyra that she alone makes watching The Crown worth it. ”

My mouth pulled down in a can’t-argue-with-that kind of way, and I nodded. “Yeah, she’s right. Flawless casting and incredibly good acting.”

Kyra — I had been almost right — stared at me in disbelief. “ You watched The Crown ?”

“Um, yeah?” Confused, I looked from left to right, not quite sure what she found so strange about it. “Hailey loves that show, of course I watch it with her,” I pointed out.

Kyra’s dark eyebrows shot up to her hairline, then she smirked, shaking her head. “You better keep that one, Hailey.”

Hailey’s giggle was as clear as a bell and sent a tingling sensation all the way down my spine to my groin. Christ, was there anything this girl did that wouldn’t turn me on?

“Oh, don’t worry. I fully intend to.”

Kyra walked away, and Hailey turned in my arms so her front was pressed against me, with her head tilted back to peer up at me.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the ice bath or something?” Her brows lifted, but she smiled.

“Yeah, or something. Wanted to get my reward kiss first.” My hand slid up to her neck, and I stroked her throat, feeling the heavy swallow and her pulse racing under my fingers.

“Well, in that case.” She stood on her tiptoes, but I still had to lean down a little, as always, for our lips to meet. Our tongues toyed with each other, and I broke the kiss sooner than I normally would, too eager to be done with all my postgame shit.

“How about something even better than a kiss?” she whispered, a wicked smile playing around the corners of her mouth.

I quickly glanced over my shoulder, most of the team was still unloading or leisurely making their way inside.

“That depends … How long will it take?” Inside, I was fired up for whatever she was up to, but I couldn’t turn up much later than the others.

“Five minutes, tops!”

My curiosity piqued, I motioned for her to proceed, but she grabbed my hand and started pulling me away from the bus toward the parking lot. On the way, she bent down and snatched her bag from the ground. We didn’t go far, everyone else was still clearly visible and within earshot, as it turned out, when Jax yelled, “Yo, Colt. What you doing?”

“Just grabbing something from the car, I’ll be right there,” I called back. My truck was parked in the third row, and she pulled us behind it so it served as a partial barrier.

I had no idea what she was up to, and when she started rummaging through her bag, I was lost. Then she placed a bottle in one of my hands and something smooth and round in the other.

My eyes darted down and nearly popped out of my head at the sight of the butt plug and the lube. Holy fucking shit. How did I get so lucky?

A few weeks ago, I would have frozen in shock, but being with Hailey was doing wonders for my confidence, so I didn’t hesitate for long as time was running out. My girl was giving me something here, and I would make damn sure she got what she wanted.

“Goddamn, the things you do to me, baby girl. Turn around for me.”

In no time, I opened the door to the backseat, placed my hand between her shoulder blades, and pushed her forward gently but firmly .

She propped herself up on the seat with her hands, her little ass in the air, giving me perfect access. As I flipped up her skirt, I was greeted by the bare, smooth globes of her ass. I moaned at the sight and palmed them greedily. All my earlier efforts to control my dick were gone. It was throbbing and twitching in my shorts again, my balls heavy and full.

“You want my fingers first?” A little nervous but excited at the same time, I licked my lower lip, then pulled it between my teeth.

“Put some lube on it and just go for it, baby.” She sounded breathless.

Time was running out, so I opened the bottle and spread the clear lube on the teal butt plug. It wasn’t a big one but still definitely bigger than my fingers.

“Michaels!” someone shouted from the bus, and I poked my head around the cab to see Knox gesturing over to me.

“What?” I yelled, annoyed, as my fingers slid into her crack and pressed gently against her back door. A shuddering inhale was my reward.

“What the fuck are you doing, dude?”

“Looking for my charger.” My index finger popped inside her, and she pushed back greedily until it was buried all the way in. She moaned while I stared at Knox, trying to hide my maniacal grin.

“Well, hurry up. We need to get inside.”

“Yup, one minute, and I’ll be there,” I hollered, and returned my gaze to the breathtaking view in front of me.

Without warning, I pulled my finger out, eliciting a sound of protest from her. “Naughty girl. Does it excite you that they’re all standing over there and might overhear me stuffing your hot little ass? ”

“You know it does,” she said on a hitched breath.

“Spread your cheeks for me,” I said, using my free hand to deliver a quick slap on her ass. “Don’t let go until it’s in.”

She lowered her forehead to the seat, pushing her ass up even higher as she obediently pulled her globes apart with her fingers, exposing her puckered hole. I slid my free hand up to her shoulder to pin her in place, then positioned the tip of the plug and applied pressure. She let out a soft whimper, almost making me pause, but then she rocked backward, and slowly but surely, I pushed it all the way into her ass.

She moaned again as the widest part stretched her hole, and squirmed as it settled into place.

I leaned over her, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Wait in here for me,” I ordered. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, but I want you in my truck when I get back.” A little nod was all I got in return.

I flipped her skirt back down, grabbed her around the waist, closed the door to open the front one, then placed her in the driver’s seat.

“Such a good girl for me,” I murmured.

She moaned when the motion made the plug shift around in her ever so slightly, and I pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“You better hurry, this is … oh my god … I need you, like, now.” Urgency laced her voice, and I nodded, planting another kiss on her before jogging away and adjusting my swollen cock.