Before Henry can respond, Jack cuts in. “Damn straight he played here! There hasn’t been a better quarterback since him! They went undefeated for two consecutive years, earning back-to-back national championships. He won the Heisman in that second year, but he should’ve won it both years if you ask anyone who knows anything. Hell, he’s got records that haveyetto be broken. He’s the reason Ledger played here, albeit briefly.”
Sloane looks at me with confusion. I keep forgetting she really doesn’t know shit about me. “I didn’t know you played football. I thought you played rugby!”
Well damn, I’ve certainly never told her that. It seems my girl has done some digging of her own. “Rugby was much rougher, which I preferred. I found football to be too constricting. But yes, when Henry left here with such a legacy, I was pretty much a shoo-in. I mean, I was a decent enough linebacker, and I thought it would make Daddy Dearest happy since he seemed so proud to watch Henry play here.”
“Well…” She says, looking at Jack. “What do you mean by briefly?”
We all share a loaded look before I nod at Jack, giving him the assurance he needs to tell her what ended my collegiate career.
“Ledger was…a lot…at that age. Nobody could get through to him, and the coach at that time, well, he’s known as the greatest for a reason. He didn’t put up withshit. He absolutely loved Henry and was more than enthusiastic about another Sinclair boy joining his team. But he didn’t expect that second boy to be such a stark difference to the first, erm, no offense, Ledge. They both tried, but it really wasn’t working out.” Jack pauses to look at everyone and stops on me, once again looking for permission to tell the rest of this story. I nod him on. “One game, Mr. Sinclair didn’t show up, and it, well, it put Ledger in a bad headspace. The only reason he was playing in the first place was to impress that man. When the same man who turned down royalty to attend every one of Henry’s games decided to plan a business dinner on that particular night, Ledger lost it. He was aggressive through the first half. Warning after warning went unanswered. At the beginning ofthe second half, the stupid special teams coach thought it a good idea to put him on kickoff. Well, long story short, the guy returning that ball still can’t walk to this day. As you can imagine, he was kicked off the team immediately. Mr. Sinclair was furious. There was a huge trial, and he threatened to stand by and let Ledger go to jail. Blanche and Henry both did their best to persuade them, but it was actually Margot whose breakdown did the trick. The Sinclair family paid off the other guy, and nobody ever spoke of it again. Well, until today at least.”
Sloane looks like she’s about to start crying, and I can’t tell if that's out of sympathy for me, the other guy, or herself at being the object of my desire. “Wow, that’s so sad. I’m so sorry, Ledger.”
I give her hand a little squeeze. “It’s fine. I didn’t love it anyway. I was able to join the rec league rugby team and had a much better time.”
“So all of you are alumni?” She looks between the four of us.
Jack, being the showboat he is, speaks up before anyone else gets the chance. “The three of us guys are. Our smart Margot got accepted into Harvard, though. She finished her undergrad degree in business last year and is currently pursuing her master’s degree in fashion in New York. Isn’t that right, Princess?”
I roll my eyes at the nickname Jack adopted from us growing up. That’s what everyone in our house called Margot as a child, and since he grew up with us, he wasn’t exempt. The only difference is that Henry and I stopped when she declared herself a woman.
“Oh, the game is back on!” I hear Jack yell, grabbing Margot’s hand and pulling her back to where their seats are. Henry joins them, leaving me alone again with Sloane.
When we sit back in our seats, she immediately snuggles up to me. I think about draping my arm around her again but decide to pull her into my lap instead. She wiggles around to get comfortable, eventually turning sideways so that she can lean her back against the wall.
I note that nobody can see us before I slowly slide my hand up the slit at her thigh. Our eyes lock, and her pupils dilate again.She wants this.
My touch gets higher and higher. “Do you want me to stop?” I whisper in her ear, nibbling at her earlobe before trailing soft kisses down her neck.
She moans just low enough for me to hear with the noise from the game being piped into the suite. “No, touch me, please. Please touch me, Ledger.”
I move my hands from the outer side of her thigh toward her pussy. Before I even get to her panties, I feel her sticky, wet arousal on the inside of her thigh. “Mmm, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Have you been walking around like this since you touched my cock earlier? Did the thought of me taking you just behind that wall make you this fucking messy?”
She nods, and her eyes plead with mine. “Do you want me to make you feel better, Angel? Do you want me to finger fuck your messy little cunt just a few feet away from my family?”
I move my fingers closer to her pussy, slowly pushing her panties aside as I get my first full feel of her perfect, smoothcunt. It doesn’t take me any time to find her swollen clit and start to circle it, making sure not to give it any direct pressure.
We both inhale as her head falls back against the wall. I move my arm from around her back to grab the nape of her neck, forcing her to look at me. I want to look into her eyes the first time I enter her. When her gaze meets mine, I move down to line up with her opening and thrust my finger inside her little hole. It’s sofucking tight.I knew she was a virgin, but damn, this will be an issue. I can barely fit one finger in, and my cock is… well, let’s just say I’m well endowed. Then there are my piercings on top of that. I planned on putting another finger in, but she’s gripping this one so damn hard I can’t make it fit. At this rate, we won’t be fucking until next year.
I’m about to bring my thumb down on her clit again when everyone starts cheering. Both Sloane and I freeze.Okay, nobody is watching, but by the looks of it, the game is over, and they’re about to be if I don’t move.I slowly remove my hand and bring my finger up to my lips.Goddamn, that’s good fucking pussy.
“Exquisite,” I say, removing my finger from my mouth.
Sloane scurries to stand, and I help steady her.
“Next time, Angel,” I whisper into her ear before my family makes their way over to us to celebrate our win.
Chapter fifteen
I haven’t seen Ledger since Saturday. Four of the longest days of my life. Not that we haven't talked on the phone every day. And I don’t mean just texts, although we definitely text all day long. But every evening, when I’m done with class and he's done with work, a food delivery will show up at my door from the same place he’s eating, and we video chat. All night. He watches me get ready for bed. We talk while I take my nightly bubble bath and he begs me to tilt the phone down. I only tease, of course, which I’m sure will come back to bite me.
I go to sleep with him telling me stories about his life. Tales of his childhood growing up in the many estates their family owned. The extravagant vacations they would go on every year, where he and Jack would sneak off and cause havoc. Apparently, Jack all but shared their last name. He tells me about all the things he and his frat brothers got away with when they were in college, and about how he got his club up and running. He tells me so much about himself, but I can tell it’s all surface level. Every story has a happy ending. I’mnot sure if that’s just to put me in a good mood before I fall asleep or because he simply isn’t ready to discuss his negative experiences yet.
In addition to the constant communication, I’m still receiving packages daily, and this time, he’sspoiling me. It’s no longer just items on my measly wish list or saved for later. I’m getting entire outfits from brands I’ve only seen in magazines, complete with matching shoes and handbags. He insists I wear them even though I’m scared to death I’m going to mess them up.
Tonight is a particularly special night, though, and I’m relieved he sent me an outfit. While I wait for Allie to finish getting ready, I look in the hall mirror at the black luxury tracksuit and matching combat boots I’m wearing. I could zip the top jacket up to cover the bandeau bra, but it’s for Ledger, so I’m going to be brave. My hair is pulled into a high, curled ponytail, and with a red lip stain, I look sexy as hell, if I do say so myself.
It’s fight night at the underground arena, and Ledger is up for tonight’s bout. A bracketed competition takes place each fall, and he’s been picked to win again this year.
