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“Come on, Stanmore! Come on, Stanmore! Come on, Stanmore!”
The whole stadium chanted, Billie among them, pushing the team as best they could. They were tied 1-1 with only three minutes of stoppage time left in the game. And whoever took the win here would head to the FA Cup semi-finals. At Wembley. Tottenham Hotspur was favored to win, and had played an incredible game so far, but Stanmore had too, holding them to one point and defending the draw. But this match had to have a winner.
For a heart-stopping moment, it looked like the Spurs were going to take it, when one of their forwards took a shot right from outside the box. Luckily, Jordan was there to snatch it out of the air, and he lobbed it all the way back across the pitch.
Billie’s eyes found Ethan there, carefully keeping an onside position so that the pass would count. From where she stood, it appeared to be a good pass, but she stole a glance at the official on the sideline. He didn’t raise the flag. Ethan took off.
His support arrived within seconds, and right on time, as the Spurs defenders had him quickly surrounded. Unable to take the shot, Ethan passed it back to Artem. Larysa grabbed Billie’s hand. Billie gave it a comforting squeeze. But Artem didn’t have an out, so he switched the pitch and sent the ball sailing to Osahar. Billie’s free hand found Nadia’s. Astrid was on Nadia’s other side, hands clasped as well.
Osahar leapt into the air for a header, turning it back in Ethan’s direction. Ethan jumped, struck the ball with head as well and right through the goalkeeper’s arms. It swished into the back of the net. The final whistle blew.
The stadium erupted. Ethan barely made it to the ground before his teammates pounced on him, all smiles and cheers. Billie and the girls all wrapped each other in a group hug, incoherent screams of joy between them as they jumped up and down. “Don’t Stop Me Now” echoed through the stands, the players inciting the crowd to sing it louder, while the Spurs walked slowly off the pitch, heads hanging.
“Billie!” Astrid called, tapping her on the shoulder. “Look!”
Billie followed where she was pointing, and with a gasp, saw that Ethan had leapt over the boundary and into the stands. He jogged up the stairs, accepting handshakes and high-fives, but moving quickly, making a beeline for the box Billie was in. He caught her eye and grinned. She met him, beaming as well, and leaned over the railing.
“What are you doing?” she cried over the din. “You should be out there celebrating!”
He shook his head. “All I want now is your pretty mouth, darlin’.”
He pulled her in for a fervent kiss, his hands lacing through her hair, holding her close. She could smell the sweat and grass all over him, but she didn’t care. They were going to the semi-finals. Ethan had taken them there. So for a moment, she could forget about everything else and just be proud to be his.
“You’ll be there? At the semi-final?” he asked when they parted for air.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” she promised him. “Not for the world, Ethan.”
Chapter 19
BillierockedintoEthan’shand, his first and middle fingers buried inside of her while his thumb kneaded her clit with expert pace and pressure. She felt herself clenching as she was coaxed toward the edge, the skirt of her dress bunched around her waist and knickers pushed to the side. The door of the supply closet was not sufficient to muffle her desperate whines, so Ethan covered her mouth with his own. She already missed his hot breath on her neck.
He kept his motion steady and sure, consistent and strong. His hands worked on her as well as his mouth did. Like there were magnets on the tips of his fingers that made them reach just the right spot to drive her wild. It felt so good, she couldn’t keep kissing him. She needed air in her lungs and his mouth on her throat.
“Fuck,” she said as she sighed. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby, I feel you,” he whispered back. “Let it go for me.”
She fisted handfuls of his shirt and held on tight as her head fell back against the wall.
“That’s it, baby,” he went on.
A guttural moan started to come from her throat as her orgasm hit her, but he clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle it. White exploded behind her eyes and her hips jerked violently toward him as he eased her back down from the high. He replaced the hand on her mouth with his lips, letting her moan into him before she had to catch her breath. While she did, he kissed her jawline, cheeks, and temples. Anywhere he could reach on her hot, flushed skin.
“Ethan,” she sighed, pulling him closer so she could rest her forehead on his chest. “Fuck, baby…”
He kissed the top of her head. She whimpered when he withdrew his fingers, the emptiness making her shift further towards him. He rearranged her panties and dress so politely, she almost laughed. He just fingered her until she came on his hand…twice, and yet he was determined to treat her like a lady.
“You want me to take care of that?” she asked, nodding toward the erection straining his trousers.
He shook his head. “I’m fine, darlin’. We better get back or someone will realize we’re missing.”
“It’s a huge party, I doubt anyone has,” she said with a giggle.
Nelle had decided to throw a club-wide baby shower for Artem and Larysa. Robbed of her usual morning orgasm because they had woken up late, Billie took the first opportunity to steal away with Ethan, quickly finding a supply closet and ducking inside. He just looked so damn good in a suit. To her delight, he didn’t question it.
“I still think we shouldn’t test our luck,” he said. “Especially once they start opening gifts and stuff.”
“Are you joking? That’s the best time to be missing, everyone’s focus is on the parents-to-be.”