“You sure it’s okay for me to watch? I don’t want to distract you.” My hand is enveloping hers. I slowly release it, wanting to bring her closer to my body, not just because of the other guys but because her presence is soothing me too.
My hand moves to her hip, pulling her in. My fingers tip her chin up, and I say, “You’re not going to distract me. I want your eyes on me. Like feeling you around me. I need it, like you need me.” My lips meet hers, lightly kissing her at first before deepening it, that yearning to dominate Melanie.
“Fox,” she moans into my mouth. I swallow it down, not wanting anyone to hear those noises she makes for me. They’re mine, and I don’t want to share them with anyone.
“Hold that thought. The second I get you home tonight, I want to hear that over and over again.” I nip her bottom lip, seeing that we’ve been making out like two teenagers and the boys are making catcalls and telling us to get a room.
“I think your boys want you,” Melanie comments as she pulls back, a chuckle escaping.
“Yeah, Sloane will be here, but if Jax makes an appearance, I’m warning you now, she’ll be out for blood when it comes to him. Those two are like fire and ice. Neither of them can see what’s right in front of them.” I reach behind my head, pulling my shirt over my head, my eyes never leaving hers.
“God, Fox, you’re not making this easy on me.” She bites her bottom lip, lips that look bee stung from our kiss.
“Sunshine, I’m playing for keeps. Now, go sit your ass over there and watch your man, not any of these other hoodlums.” She rolls her eyes and turns around, giving me that delicious view of her ass, and I can’t stop my hand once it moves. I smack her ass, my hand not leaving once it does, palming it. Melanie throws her head over her shoulder. “What was that for?”
“Making sure these dumbasses know you’re mine,” I grunt.
“Pretty sure they saw our kiss. Let’s just not pee in a circle around me next, okay?” she smarts off. I shake my head and walk towards the guys. They’re all standing around, shirts off like myself, fucking around and working on a few stretches, and now I’m second-guessing bringing Melanie here. There’s entirely too much skin, and these idiots will definitely make a fool of themselves.
“About time you made it,” Jax says, and I already know I’m fucked. Sloane said she’d be here to take a few pictures to help promote the tournament this weekend and to post it on our social media pages. My only hope is that he’ll stay the fuck away from her.
“I was busy. By the looks of it, I’m not the only one that was. Do me a favor, leave Sloane alone. I can’t afford to lose my only employee at the shop because you don’t know how to shut up.”
“As if she doesn’t start that shit half the time, but I’m staying away, far fucking away.” We go through the rest of our stretches before starting a scrimmage within our own team. My mind isn’t solely on it though. I end up in the sand more than normal, and our side has to work hard to get back in the game. Getting our asses handed to us isn’t something I really want to deal with, especially with Jax on the opposing side. I’m sure he’ll never shut his mouth up about it. No wonder Sloane gets so pissy when it comes to him.
We wrap the game up on a tie, all of us smiling, shaking hands, and then we go our separate ways. My feet eat up the distance until I’m standing in front of Melanie. She’s sitting on the bleachers. We’re eye to eye. Her cheeks are red, and it’s not from the setting sun.
“Fox.” She licks her lips. Her gaze moves to my body, which is slick with sweat, covered in sand, my shirt hanging loosely in my hand.
“Ready to get home?” My voice is deep in its tone.
“Yes, please.” I hold my hand out. She takes it, and then we’re on our way back home. Where I’m finally going to have Melanie laid out in my bed, where she’s meant to be.
16
Melanie
When I was watching Fox play, his body… damn. That man, he literally had me fanning myself at one point, and I’m pretty sure he saw it happen too. That’s why when he came up to me after their practice was over, sweaty, sandy, hair looking like my hands were the ones to muss it up, I was all too willing to get out of here, and fast.
Fox’s stride is longer than mine. That doesn’t stop me from attempting to keep up. I get tripped up at one point, which is when he hoists me up in his arms.