Page 97 of The Game
Just like Samantha knows all my history with Alexander, I know Noah has been his confidante in this as well.
“Yeah, he did.”
I look over at Alexander, already finding his eyes trained on me. He gives me a quick wink, making my stomach flutter all over again—God, this man. I’m so far gone for him.
“I’m happy you came along, Sarah. You’re good for him,” Noah tells me, making my heart gallop.
I like to believe I’m good for him, just like he is for me.
He pushes me out of my comfort zone, and hopefully, I help him do the same as we tackle the challenges thrown our way.
“Thank you, Noah. I’d like to think that,” I tell him, taking a sip of my drink.
I’ve gathered from Alexander that he’s not the most social person, but he prioritizes his time for the important people in his life.
“This right here is proof enough. He would never come to these things and socialize with anyone other than me, Aaron, and Liam. Look at him now, he’s like our own daddy.”
I snort at his comment as Aaron hits him in the shoulder.
“Ew, gross, Hughes. Please don’t ever call him that again,” he says, making me laugh.
“You tell me, Sarah, big boy like being called daddy in the bedroom?”
“Shut up, you fucker. Don’t bring your own kinks into a conversation with my woman,” Alexander ruffles Noah’s hair, like a freaking dog, before he sits down next to me, dragging me closer to his body.
His woman.
Shit, it feels so good when he says that.
He brings my hand into one of his, whilst the other goes around my shoulders.
“Sorry, daddy, it won’t happen again.”
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When we get back to Alexander’s place, I’m feeling wild about him. Watching him in his element on the ice, finally winning a game during tough times.
His leadership and real care for every player on his team. The way he made sure everyone had a good time at The Rove, enjoying their win together.
Mix all that with the subtle glances, looks, and touches sent my way, and I’m ready to explode.
When we enter his apartment, I drop to my knees in front of him, eager to have a taste of him.
“Christ, Sarah. What got you so worked up?” He asks me, then I feel his hard length in his trousers, letting me know he’s just as worked up as I am.
“You,” I tell him simply, bringing his cock out of his boxers, before I start pumping him.
He grabs a hold of my hair, cursing under his breath as I work him into my mouth.
“Fuck, Sarah, that feels fucking amazing.”
Feeling the throbbing of his cock, the tightness of his grip on me, and the words leaving his mouth sends a boost straight to my core.
Knowing this man is as wild about me as I am for him, it’s incredible.
I suck hard, taking as much of his cock as I can muster.
When he’s nearing the edge, he pulls me up to a standing position before he hoists me up around his body, my legs going behind his back.
