“Really? Sure you weren’t hoping to find me with my panties around my ankles…all vulnerable and defenseless?” Mitch laughed. Sissy hadn’t been defenseless a day in her life.

“And if I had?” He stepped toward her, smiling. “What would you have done?”

Sissy backed up against the door. “Nothing.” She raised her hands, palms out. “I would have been helpless. You could take complete advantage of me.”

“I could.” Barely an inch separated them, and Mitch cupped her cheek, holding her in place. “And I would, too.”

“I knew it,” she whispered, her gaze focused on his mouth. “You have dirty bad boy written all over you.”

Mitch’s grip tightened, and he groaned, taking her mouth with his. Plunging his tongue inside, taking what he wanted. Sissy’s hands gripped his sweatpants, struggling to push them out of her way. Mitch stepped back and quickly untied the cord holding them up. Watching him, Sissy pushed her shorts and bikini bottoms down. She’d already pulled a condom out of her shorts pocket and had it clamped between her lips until her shorts hit the floor. Then she tore the packet open, and as soon as Mitch’s sweatpants were far enough down, she slid the condom on his cock. It was already so hard it hurt, and Mitch immediately reached for her.

He hiked her up, her back tight against the door, and pulled one leg around his waist. With one swift move, he pushed inside her, forcing her hard against the door. Sissy let out a yelp, but her grip tightened on his shoulder and scalp, urging him on.

Mitch gave himself several moments to simply enjoy being inside her, having her pussy tighten around his cock, squeezing the life from it.

The heel of Sissy’s foot dug into his lower back, and she nipped the side of his neck. The woman had a way of telling him exactly what she wanted without saying a word. Mitch pulled his hips back and slammed forward. Again and again, he pushed into her, only to stop and grind his hips against her until Sissy moaned and gasped against his ear, her fingers digging into him. When he had her crazy, he thrust up, riding her hard until she came, burying her face against his neck and shuddering out her climax.

That’s when he let go, exploding inside her, his hands gripping her rib cage so tight he feared he’d crush it.

They held on to each other, their harsh breaths easing into general panting. That’s when they heard a knock at the door.

“Uh…Sissy?” It was Ronnie.

Sissy lifted her face, light brown eyes blinking open. “Yeah?”

“Break is over, and they’re looking for Mitch.”

“He’ll be right out.”

“Okay.”

Mitch knew Ronnie had walked away even though he never heard a sound.

“You all right?” he asked when Sissy closed her eyes and rested her headagainst the door.

She smiled. One of her wicked smiles. “Darlin’, I am just fine.” She let out a satisfied sigh, and Mitch couldn’t help but feel pretty good about being the one to make her so relaxed. “You better get outside, though. Before my brother whines like the big-headed baby he is.”

Sissy brought her legs down and pushed Mitch back. It took him a second to realize he hadn’t wanted to step back. He’d been damn comfortable with his cock still snug inside her and his arms wrapped around her.

“I swear,” she said as she headed to the stalls, “I can’t wait to get you home tonight. I’m gonna fuck you raw.”

“You don’t make it easy to focus when you say shit like that.”

“Yeah,” she giggled before closing the stall door, “I know.”

Sissy stepped outside, her clothes all back in place. She couldn’t do anything with her shaggy hair. From what she’d heard over the years, her haircuts always made it seem like she’d just gotten laid.

Ronnie waited for her, leaning back against the brick wall, one foot raised and braced against it. “Lord, you two.”

Sissy grinned. “What can I say? The boy works me.”

“Yeah, I could tell.”

The friends walked back to the bleachers, moving around the field since practice had already resumed. “Am I going to have to pick up the pieces of his broken heart when this is all over?”

“Doubt it.”

“You say that, but I don’t know…”

They both looked over at Mitch out in the middle of the field. He seemed to know Sissy was looking at him, and his gaze found hers. He smiled—and that’s when the football slammed into the side of his head. They watched him fly off his feet and hit the ground.

Sissy winced. “Oops.”

“You’re distracting him. And you’re gonna hear about it.”

As if on cue, Travis jogged over to them. “What did you do to the cat?”

Sissy opened her mouth to speak, and Ronnie cut in before the words could come out.

“Sissy Mae.”

Sissy closed her mouth.

“You promised he’d play,” Travis uselessly reminded her.

“And he is playing.”

“Play well, Sissy Mae. Ten minutes with you, and he’s…”

They looked over to watch Mitch get blindsided by one of the team’s slower players.

Sissy tossed her hair back and headed toward the bleachers. “Your point is taken.”

Chapter 16

Mitch pulled out of Sissy and rose up onto his knees. He flipped her onto her stomach and yanked her back by her hips, driving into her with such force she cried out and laughed at the same time.