“Whatever it was, you killed it out there.” She bounces in my arms, the movement rubbing against my cock, and I lift her higher as it pulses, smiling to hide my pain.
Hayley raves about my touchdown leading into halftime while my mind drifts to her chest, noticing her attire for the first time.
“Are you wearing my jersey?” I bite back a groan as an unwanted visual works its way to the forefront of my mind.
Hayley smiles, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Technically, I’m wearing ateamjersey. I don’t have one with your name on the back.”
“Well, we have to change that.”This is something I have to see.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck, yeah. You’re mine.”
The word “mine” slips easily from my lips and while I follow it with a wink, my chest tightens with a new warmth I haven’t felt before.What the fuck is that about?
Ignoring my feelings, I smile at Hayley, spinning her around as she laughs, drinking in her happiness, squeezing her ass when she wriggles against me.
Shaking my head, I glance up and find Bria standing a few feet behind us, her eyes locked on my hands, her expression pained until she notices me watching her, her frown morphing into a proud grin.
“Bria’s here?” I question, whispering into Hayley’s ear, my face in her hair as confusion sets in.
“I know.” Hayley pulls back, her eyes full of something I can’t quite decipher, while her smile remains in place. “I had the pleasure of running into her on my way up to the suites. There are thousands of people here, and yet, of course I managed to find her.”
“You knew she was coming?”
“No, but I knew if she ever came, I didn’t want to run into her.” Her adorable grimace makes me smile.
“Completely understandable.” After our New Year’s Eve chat, Bria messaged me to say I should be careful with Hayley. That I should make sure she’s serious before falling in love with her. It was the reaction that deep down, I knew was coming. But it didn’t fill me with hope like I thought it would; instead it broke my heart. Because while I’d love to believe she was looking out for me as a friend, she didn’t bother getting to know Hayley before making that assessment and I always believed she was better than that.
“Did you talk?” I ask, hoping like hell that Bria was nice to her.
“We exchanged pleasantries. She doesn’t like me.”
I cringe, though I don’t think she’s wrong. “Everybody likes you.” I smile comically until Hayley laughs.
“Notyour bestie.”
“Her loss, not yours.”
Hayley wriggles to get out of my hold, rubbing against me again, and I dig my fingers into her ass, locking her in place just above my hardening cock.
“Are you holding me hostage?” she asks, her interest piqued as she smirks.
“Only for another minute.”
“And why’s that? For Bria?”
I wish.“Nope.” I wince, regretting our promise to always be honest with each other.
“When you wriggled just now, my cock decided to rise to attention, assuming your pussy had come out to play.”
Hayley’s eyes bulge and I can tell she wants to look down, but she holds strong, her gaze locked on mine.
“Lost for words?” I ask, loving the fact that I could elicit a surprised reaction out of her, even if it was at my own expense.
“A little bit. Where did that come from?”
“What?”
