Scoring Wilder(46)

I stroked up and down and glanced up, meeting his eyes just as I started to take him in my mouth. His eyes rolled back and he gripped the edge of the desk behind me.

"Fuck," he groaned, spurring me on so that I knew I had him. I kept running my hand up and down his smooth length in rhythm with my mouth. He was moments away from coming and I had to know what it looked like, what it felt like, to make Liam Wilder lose his mind.

I begged him to come with my mouth and hands, and then he was, so fast and so hard that I lost myself in the moment. Watching him come was the single hottest moment of my life and I wanted more. It was addicting, and if we didn't have practice soon, I knew we wouldn't have left his office all day.

He reached down and grabbed the back of my arms, lifting me to a standing position. Then he reached down to pull up his briefs and shorts.

"Kinsley, f*ck Kinsley, that was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced, but you are in so much trouble. Do you realize what time it is?" I glanced at the clock behind him. It was 5:50 A.M., which meant Coach Davis and some of the girls were definitely in the field house.

I tried to look guilty or remorseful, but I wasn't. What was wrong with me? Did I need to get caught before I realized how serious this entire situation was?

Liam reached around me and grabbed a protein bar and my smoothie. "Here, you need to eat before practice." I wasn't hungry, but I took the items anyway.

Once his hands were empty, he tugged them through his hair and headed toward the door. He pressed his ear to it for a moment and then pulled it open.

I'd expected to see a group of people waiting for us with accusations in their eyes, but the hallway was empty.

He motioned for me to hurry, so I grabbed my cleats and water in my hands and was about to walk past him and out into the hallway when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I'm not playing around with you, Kinsley. I want to be with you," he whispered in my ear before releasing my arm. I stumbled into the hallway, trying to gather my wits.

What was I supposed to do now? Go wash my mouth out and get ready for practice? I could still feel him sliding his hand over my skin. I needed a nap and a cigarette. Too bad I didn't smoke.

Becca was the first person to see me standing there motionless in the hallway. Her eyes went wide. She grabbed my arm and pulled me into the locker room. I didn't say a word to her, but she knew what happened. She knew I'd tell her about it later.

She unwrapped the protein bar and untied my cleats like I was her little kid.

"Thanks, mom," I joked as I bent down to lace them up.

"Dude, I cannot wait to hear about your morning," she whispered before pushing up off the ground and moving to finish getting ready herself.

That’s when reality first sank in. What the f*ck was I doing? We couldn’t be so stupid as to think we could meet up in the field house again. I’d wanted to see him so badly— to prove there was something real between us— that I hadn’t stopped to consider what would have happened if Coach Davis had walked into that office while I was on my knees.

I’d be cleaning out my locker right now and kissing my future goodbye.

Practice passed surprisingly quickly. We didn't split up into our positions, but Liam still stuck close to me. I'd get a drink of water and find him watching me, finish a drill and look up to see a heart stopping smile aimed right for me. That smile was quite a good motivator, but I couldn’t push past the fear sinking into the back of my mind.

Just before he had to leave to head to the LA Stars' practice, he came to stand by me on the sidelines while I rested.

"Any regrets, Bryant?" he asked, crossing his arms and looking out onto the field.

"About this morning?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the field.

“About us," he clarified.

I laughed nervously under my breath and shook my head. "Ask me that again in a few weeks," I said before jogging back into practice.

…

"You gave him a blow job!? When I was like two feet away in the locker room?! EW!" Becca exclaimed when we were in my room later. Emily was downstairs eating dinner so she wasn’t able to hear Becca squeal.

"Oh my god, keep your voice down," I warned, pointing to the door.

"Sorry, sorry. But seriously, was it hot? I've never given one, and I can't even imagine doing it to Liam Wilder. You should get access to an exclusive club or something."

I groaned. "Can we not highlight the fact that I'm now part of a very large group of women that have gone down on Liam Wilder?"

"Oh, crap. Yeah, I'm sure it was special to him though.” She tried to recover from her slip up.

"Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes, recalling his words as I’d slipped past him into the hallway. “He said he wanted to be with me though, and he sounded really serious. I'm not sure what that means, but it felt good to hear after everything we'd just done." Even if he didn't mean it.

I really wanted him to mean it.

Becca nodded. "You should give him the benefit of the doubt. The media has painted this playboy image of him, but so far he seems like a surprisingly grounded guy."

"Wow, Becca. That was wise."

"Thanks, I feel smarter than usual today. Now can you tell me all of it again?"

She was referring to the events from that morning in Liam's office.