The Romantic Pact (Kings of Football)(74)

My nerves feel like they’ve been set on fire as I fall from bliss, floating gracefully, bringing me back to reality.

“So sexy,” he says, kissing his way back up my body until he reaches my lips. He presses a chaste kiss there and then stands, his erection pressing desperately against his pants.

Smiling, I pull him down on the mattress and lower his pants, freeing his erection.

“Hazel, you don’t have to.”

“Yeah, but I really, really want to.”





“Thank you for letting me borrow one of your shirts,” I say, loving how his extra-large shirt drapes like a blanket over my shoulders. “That nightgown was constraining.”

“I liked it.” Crew is propped against the headboard, shirtless and wearing a pair of boxer briefs, looking all kinds of hot with his rumpled hair that I’ve combed my fingers through multiple times.

Food is on its way, we’re both satisfied—for now—and we have presents to open. I don’t think I could imagine a better Christmas at this point.

I walk to the bed and he quickly pulls me across his lap, making me laugh as his lips find my neck again.

“Crew, you can’t be serious.”

“What?” He chuckles against my skin. “Have you seen you? You can’t blame me.”

“You can’t be that turned on all the time.”

“You wearing my football shirt? Yeah, I’m turned on.”

I move out of his arms and crawl across the bed, only for him to catch me and spin me around so he’s hovering above me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Trying to make sure your dick doesn’t fall off. That would be a detriment to both of us.”

His eyebrows raise. “Hey, you saying you like my dick?”

I smile. “I really like your dick.”

Once again, his eyes darken, and he spreads my legs with his knees, but this time I stop him.

“Food is on its way—”

“You and I both know I can make you come in seconds.”

“Take a break, big guy. We still have plenty of time for me to ride your yule log.”

Chuckling, he kisses me and capitulates. “Fine. But if I pass out from being banned from your pussy, it’s your fault.”

I roll my eyes as he helps me sit up. “You’re not banned.”

Knock. Knock.

I point to the door. “See? I told you food was on the way.”

“If you hadn’t been talking, I could have made you come.”

I pat his cheek and say, “You’re good, Smith, but you’re not that good.”

As I stand from the bed, he gives me a playful whack on the ass and then falls back on the mattress, hands behind his head.

Food, Hazel. Get the food.

After some pleasantries and Merry Christmases, I tip the hotel attendant very well and take the food to set it next to Crew, who’s smiling like a fool.

“What?” I ask him.

“Just really like you in my shirt,” he says, pulling on the hem.

I feel my cheeks blush and I fall onto his lap, looping my arm around his shoulder. His hand travels up my thigh to my hipbone . . . and he notices I’m not wearing any underwear.

“Hazel . . .”

“What?” I smile mischievously.

“You really think this is going to keep me away?”

“Are you really that big of a horndog?”

“When it comes to you, yeah, I am.” He drags his hand up my body to my breast, where his thumb rubs over my nipple, and it takes everything in me not to sigh.

“Breakfast, presents, sex.”

He lets out a loud groan while his forehead meets my shoulder. “That’s too many things.”

“You also promised me we’d watch A Christmas Story.”

“I did, didn’t I?” He thinks about it. “You know, I’m not opposed to having sex while Ralphie shoots his eye out. Might be nice background music.”

“You need help.” I hop off his lap and go to the other side of the bed, making the food a divider between us—giving me enough space from his grabby hands.

Honestly, I know I could go again with him. After I was done sucking him off, I was ready for more, but I also know that I need a break, even if my libido thinks otherwise. A part of me wants to know if this is more than just sex for him. I want to ask him a million questions that pertain to what happens after we leave Germany, but that would ruin the mood, and I can’t let my mind wander in that direction.

“Are these crepes?” Crew asks, picking up a napkin and silverware.

“They are, and this is mushroom spaetzle. Some egg and mushroom yumminess.”

“So, what you’re telling me is that we’re going halfsies on these dishes.”

I chuckle and nod. “Yeah, that was the plan. But the coffee is for me, the tea is for you.”

“I don’t need coffee to wake me up, just your tits.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Dividing up the plates, he responds, “You’re ridiculously hot.”

“Crew, it’s breakfast, presents, sex—that order won’t change.”

His lips flatten but he continues to divide up the plates. “Well, you’re still ridiculously hot, and I love that I can finally say that out loud and do something about it.” He glances up at me and winks.