Page 54 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

Forty Four

Dom

The game was winding down, the crowd a deafening roar. Coach’s voice cut through the chaos, barking out calls as pads collided like thunder. But inside?

I was still. Not calm — focused . Razor-edged. I was locked the fuck in.

Sierra was here. Not in the back, not hidden, not swallowed by the noise.

Nope. Front row. Dead fucking center .

She was wearing my chain, plain but gleaming in the light, like it was calling out for me.

I played with her fury in my chest. With her name stamped behind every hit. With the kind of control that only came when the weight was finally gone.

The story broke just last night — and it had already spread like a wildfire.

Screenshots. Audit trails. A buried email thread that had cracked the whole thing wide open. They floundered so hard under the pressure, it was almost sad. Almost.

Ella had somehow gotten it to the right people, who’d made sure it left no trail. I’d tried to get her to spill her sources — bribed her with coffee, compliments, even offered to do her laundry — but she wouldn’t crack.

Sierra had lit the fuse.

And me? I’d just watched it burn and enjoyed the fucking show .

Now, with Sierra out there in plain sight — unapologetic, unbreakable — I wasn’t holding anything back.

The snap hit, and I was gone. Their left tackle lunged like he had a chance. Cute . I slapped his hands away like he was a toddler reaching for something hot, spun off, and was in the backfield before the QB even finished his drop.

I lit him up. Shoulder through ribs, all gas, no apology. The ball hit the ground, and inevitably, the screaming started. Somewhere, a whistle blew.

I barely heard it over the sound of my laughter, loud and wild. Unhinged . The kind that got under your skin. I stood over the QB and tapped my helmet twice.

“Hey. Might wanna file a missing person’s report. Your O-line’s been MIA all game.”

Someone shoved me. I welcomed it, my smirk only growing wider.

“Flag me,” I yelled, arms wide, grin feral. “I’ll still eat your fucking quarterback for breakfast.”

Their center started jawing, and I barked back. “You want some of this? I’ve got enough smoke for the whole damn line.”

The ref yanked me away, and Coach was screaming at me from the sideline. Whatever. They weren’t gonna stop me.

Not today. Not now.

The game was nearly over, but I sure as hell wasn’t done. Not until they saw my face every time they closed their eyes.

***

I stepped out into the cold air, hair still damp. The jersey had been swapped for a hoodie, and my body was wrung out, yet wired at the same time. I scanned the hallway, and there she was.

Exactly where she said she’d be.

This time there were no shadows, no hesitation. Just Sierra — her chin raised, her arms crossed, waiting like she had all the time in the world.

With slow, measured steps, I walked toward her. But my heart was pounding in my chest as if I’d never left the field.

I jerked my chin toward the chain around her neck. “You wore it.”

“It’s mine now.” The smirk, that calm, coiled heat radiating from her, nearly brought me to my knees. She’d always been fire.

But now? Now she was a goddamn wildfire with purpose. One of a fucking kind, something unheard of.

“Damn right it is. And you’re mine.”

She didn’t disagree, only studied me, her deep blue eyes singeing me with their intensity. “They’re done. Executive board, treasurer, Douchebag David — fried.”

I loved that she’d adopted my little nickname for him. “No surprises there. You fucking did this. I’m so proud of you! I hope you know that.” I stepped closer. “You lit the match. Just needed someone to strike it.”

“You saying you’re my kindling?” Her eyes were sparkling, and she tilted her head.

“Nah. I’m the gasoline you drenched that shit in.”

That earned me a smile, a real one, full of something heavier than triumph. Relief. Closure. Freedom.

“There’s a scout coming to my next match. Pro league. No favors. No strings. Just … for me,” she said, her voice quiet and uncertain.

I smiled, slow and sure. “Good. You’re about to get signed, Darlin’.”

“And if I do?”

“Then I’ll be wherever you end up. Doesn’t matter if it’s across the country or across the globe.”

She raised a brow. “Even if I go international?”

I stepped closer, my voice dropping. “I’ll learn the anthem. Paint your number on my chest. Get kicked out for screaming too loud.”

That did it. A laugh burst out of her, bright and happy, like it didn’t hurt anymore.

“God, I love you, Hotshot.”

Fuck . My heart stopped beating, all the air left my lungs, and I floated right out of my motherfucking body.

My chest felt like it couldn’t hold everything in it, so I just cupped her face like she was the only thing tethering me to the ground.

“I know.”

She smacked my chest, eyes narrowed. “Dom!”

I laughed, low and rough. “Kidding. I love you more than anything. You’re it for me. My Goddess. You’re mine, and I’m yours — always.”

She pulled me in by the front of my hoodie and pressed a kiss to my mouth like she was sealing the deal.

When we broke apart, her voice was breathless. “Let’s get out of here.”

***

The second the door to her room shut behind us, I was on her, backing her against it, caging her in with my bulk. I was hungry.

Positively starving .

She slipped the chain from under her collar, glinting between us like a fuse.

With a growl, I attacked her lips — rough, greedy, claiming. I tore off her clothes as if they had personally insulted me. Which wasn’t too far from the truth, considering they were hiding my prize.

But as she began to fall to her knees, I shook my head, my hand shooting out to grab her throat.

“No fucking way.” Surprise and a flicker of hurt flashed through her eyes as I pulled her up, my thumb stroking her soft skin. “You don’t kneel for me tonight, Darlin’. You meet me eye to eye while you’re riding my cock. Show me you own me as much as I own you.”

Sierra didn’t argue as I dragged her over to the bed. I released her after dropping a heated kiss on her lips. Pulling off my shirt and sliding my jeans and briefs down my legs, I positioned myself on the bed.

Hungrily, I traced the lines of her body with my eyes as she gracefully climbed on top of me. I’d never seen anything more beautiful.

“Spit on it. I want you to slide that pussy over my cock.”

“Wait — really? You want me to spit on it?” Her cheeks heated, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Yup. Make it sloppy, Darlin’.” I clasped my hands behind my head.

Eyes glued to my twitching cock, she puckered her lips. Sierra’s spit hit my length, and I raised my eyebrows challengingly, silently spurring her on.

Pre-cum was dripping onto my abdomen as she scooted up, her pussy hovering so close over me. All I wanted to do was grab her and force her down. I was too impatient to have her again. It was just never enough.

Keeping my hands interlocked behind my head was a huge effort, my muscles clenching in protest. Finally, she dropped down, her soaked lips gliding over the sensitive underside of my cock, and I moaned unashamedly.

“Just like that. Fuck, you’re so wet for me already.” I grunted, my fingers twitching, wanting to dig into her flesh, get my hands on that peach of an ass.

Sierra rocked her hips, faster and faster, and my resolve declined with every slide of her wet cunt.

“Can I ride you now?” She panted, and something inside of me lit up at her waiting for my cue, my permission. She was really letting go for me now, and it was the most beautiful thing.

“Such a good girl, asking so politely.” I smiled lazily at her. “Take my cock and stuff this tight pussy with it.”

My whole length was coated in her sticky arousal, sliding into her almost with no resistance, as she finally impaled herself on it with a choked moan. Her head lolled back, and her eyes were glazed over with lust.

Fuck if that didn’t make my balls pull up tight.

“That’s it, ride me, Goddess.”

“Shit, you feel so good.” Her hands were braced on my ribcage as she started to fuck me, her tits bouncing in the most delicious way.

“Fuck, look at you.” I threw my head back, watching her work my cock under hooded lids. Pleasure flooded every cell of my body, the base of my spine already tingling suspiciously.

I wouldn’t last long, and yet I heard myself moaning, “Don’t stop.”

“You’re c-crazy if you think I’m … I’m stopping now,” she breathed, her eyes fixing me in place, putting me under her spell.

This was her renaissance — her submission and declaration of independence at the same fucking time. The emotions tying us together, binding us, were so complex, so many-faceted, I had no words to describe them.

All I knew was, she owned me just as much as I owned her.

“Need you to come on my cock. You’re mine . Say it. Say it again,” I grunted.

Her skin was glowing with a faint sheen of sweat, strands of hair sticking to her neck. The wild moans leaving her mouth drove me to the brink of fucking insanity.

Breathless and her legs shaking, she panted, “I’m yours.”

I bucked my hips up, desperate to get her there with me. She straightened up, a real fucking sight to behold now, changing the angle of her hips, and went over the edge without so much as a warning.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her walls clamping down on me, strangling me so hard it almost hurt.

But I welcomed the pain, as the telltale twinge at the base of my spine exploded into a surge of heat through my entire body.

“That’s it, Goddess. Take what you need from me.”

Roughly bucking up into her, a deep groan escaped my lips, my jaw going slack as I unloaded deep into her pussy. “You look gorgeous coming on my cock and taking my cum.”

She whimpered, and for a long moment, both of us were frozen in position, just breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes.

“Holy shit, that was intense,” she moaned, completely spent now.

I stroked her side gently. “You did so well.”

“Now I know why I always make you do the work,” she breathed, and I chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

As we settled back into bed, the sheets still tangled around us and her hand rested over his chest, I breathed in her delicious scent mixed with my own, a deep contentment filling my chest.

My lips brushed over her shoulder. “Still want to run?”

I could hear the smile in her voice. “Ask me again tomorrow.”