Page 78 of Sportsball is for Lovers

Sadie takes me by the hand, pulling me up the flight of stairs to a small, tucked away room at the end of a long hallway.

“They put Baby in a corner?” I ask lightly.

“I’m the youngest.” She shrugs. “At least I had a room to myself. Sarah and Talia had to share.”

The walls are pink. Bright pink. The carpet is an old and dingy blue. A daybed is in the corner, fluffy white comforter half-hiding the trundle underneath. A small desk is in the corner with a child’s size chair. A chest of toys is overflowing with Barbies, magnetic tiles, Legos, and trucks.

Sadie stares at the room, her eyes wide.

“What’s wrong?” I tighten my grip on her hand and am gratified when she doesn’t immediately pull away from the support I’m offering.

“This is not what it looked like last time I was here.” She sits heavily on the daybed. “I didn’t expect them to keep everything the same, I haven’t lived here in years, but I didn’t realize…”

“They didn’t tell you they changed it?”

She shakes her head. “Not like they tell me much to begin with.”

The pain in her voice is audible.

Sitting beside her, I draw her hand into my lap, running my thumb over the tendons on the back of her hand.

“Do you want a distraction?”

She looks up at me, hesitation on her face.

“Clothes will stay on,” I add.

Nodding readily, she sets her hand high on my thigh. “I could…”

Her submission would distract her.

But as much as I want to direct, to control her pleasure, I know this isn’t the right time or place.

Tangling my hand in her curls, I kiss her with insistent pressure, taking control. She lets out a soft sigh, her eyes fluttering closed.

My hand moves to her neck, resting gently along the column of her throat, my thumb in the hollow of her clavicle. She lets out a loud moan I hurry to smother.

Her strong, supple body yields for me. We have a routine now, a familiarity with each other. I know what her sounds mean, when she’s completely lost to pleasure or when she needs more attention to get there.

She’s wearing a brushed velvet jumpsuit, the kind of sensitive material that will show every crease and crinkle in the fabric and only has one way to take it on or off. It looks great on her, showcasing her curves and making her ass pop. Right now, I wish it was on the floor.

Her breathy sighs go straight to my cock, making it chub up in my suit pants. I shift on the bed to relieve some of the pressure. Sadie crawls up after me, straddling my lap. She hovers, not ready to put her weight on my lap.

She doesn’t understand how much I need it. Need her.

My hands on her hips, I yank her down to my lap. She lets out a soft pant when she feels the hard ridge of my dick pressed right up against her center, grinding down on me.

Breathing hard, Sadie pulls my hand off her hip and drags it back up to her neck. I flex my fingers. Her mouth falls open in a silent O, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Jared…”

She doesn’t use my name in bed often. I don’t know if it’s a conscious thing or not. Maybe it’s because of the way we started, anonymous and discreet. Either way, the use of my name now sends a lightning bolt of desire through me.

There’s a thundering sound, and then the bedroom door crashes open.

Immediately, I yank Sadie down onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her to protect her from the intruders.

It’s a gaggle of kids, ranging in age from baby to preteen, chaperoned by one of the sisters. I don’t remember which of the three it is.