Settling the Score (The Summer Games #1) - R.S. Grey Page 0,90
no bed and no time.
I nibbled on her bottom lip until she opened for me. My tongue slipped past her lips and she moaned against me, sending vibrations down my throat. Her hand found its way down the front of my pants, so soft and warm I had to stifle a heady growl.
“I need you.”
“I need you,” she repeated as her hand stroked me up and down.
I cradled her neck in my hands and dragged my finger across the center of her thighs. “I want you to come first. I want you to feel how good it can be with us.”
Her fingers dug into the back of my neck, mimicking my movements. I spun my finger in a slow circle, working her up, and she circled her finger around the back of my neck, showing me what she wanted. She didn’t tell me she was about to fall; I could feel her falling. Her body shook against mine and I watched her unravel, fixated on her delicate features and the sensual way she came apart around me.
“Again,” she begged.
Eventually we slid down onto the floor. I laid back on the cold concrete and Andie straddled my hips. A single light bulb swayed back and forth overheard, casting Andie in bright light one second and then dipping her into the shadow the next. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. I thought I was hurting her, but she gripped my chest and moved up and down, taking our pleasure into her own hands.
I watched her roll her hips as she glided herself onto me. Up and down she went as I gripped her tiny waist.
“Fuck, Andie…”
Her breasts bounced while she rode me. I wanted to taste them, but she fell forward and dropped her mouth to my neck with whispered moans. Her nipples rubbed against my chest; her soft cries told me how much it was turning her on. Her hands clawed at me as I wrapped my arms around her. I held Andie there, and her hips pressed down on me as I pumped into her harder and faster.
There were no promises made in that dark closet, but everything we felt for each other was spelled out as clear as day. She lifted her head so she could stare down into my eyes. Her gaze flitted back and forth, trying to find something hidden beneath them.
That was when I realized the only promise I could make was to myself.
I would protect Andie no matter what.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Freddie
“FRED, SHOULDN’T YOU be at your race?” my lawyer asked as soon as the call connected.
“I’m headed to the stadium now.”
“Jesus.”
“Listen, Dave, I need you to start looking into this situation with Caroline. I need to try and get a handle—
“Fred, you’re in the middle of the Olympics.”
“And Caroline is doing everything she can to ruin my life.”
“You’ve cut off communication with her, right?”
“I haven’t spoken to her since two nights ago, at the bar.”
“What about Andie? I’ve advised you to—”
“I’m not going to cut off communication with Andie.”
The night before, hours after the broom closet, I’d called her. I’d assumed she’d ignore it, but when the call clicked on and her voice filled my ears, I was filled with hope once again. We couldn’t talk long. She had an early morning practice and I had a race first thing.
“I know I’ve already promised you a hundred times, but I will figure this out.”
She didn’t reply.
“Do you trust me, Andie?”
“Of course, but I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Tell me you aren’t going to give up on us. Tell me this afternoon meant as much to you as it meant to me.”
“Everyone is telling me to stay away from you.”
“And is that what you want to do?”
She sighed. “I should! Any sane person would have given up days ago. I’ve only known you for a little while, Freddie. This is crazy, what we’re trying to pull off.”
I didn’t have a counter for that, because it was the truth. A sane person would walk away.
“Tell me something good, Andie. Tell me something about your day that doesn’t include this shit.”
She laughed. “Lisa gave me a hard time for being late to my training session.”
I smiled. “Did she realize you were in the closet?”
“No.”
Even the silence was soothing.
“I’m going to try and play in the final in four days,” she continued. “Lisa’s helping me get my wrist ready.”