When the game was over, Malory and I returned to the hotel. I didn't feel like having a drink in the bar, so I settled for bottled water while sitting with the other wives and girlfriends. They talked about the game and I thought about Killian.
"I'm going back to my room," I whispered to Malory.
"Okay. I probably won't see you until next week at the opening game."
I went to the suite and walked around, unable to sit still. When the door finally opened, I turned and watched Killian walk in.
"Everything off below the waist. Now."
I stared for a moment.
"Now, Legs. I want you just in my jersey while I fuck you."
"Are you hurt?"
He gave me a frustrated sigh and walked until his chest pressed into the front of me and his lips were mere inches away. He found the top of my pants, but his eyes stayed glued to mine.
"I want to fuck you, Legs, and you're not making it easy."
