Page 95 of Timelessly Ours

He grips my ass. His kisses grow deeper, more possessive. And I’m one hundred percent on board with that. I’m his.

Eternally and timelessly his. I never want him to stop owning me the way he is right at this moment.

“Get naked with me.” I pout, lying on top of him, coming down from my third—or maybe fourth orgasm.

“You’re tired. Close your eyes and sleep with me.” His voice is so tender, it’s deceiving because I feel tortured. I was expecting him to fuck me tonight. For there to be no clothes between us.

But the bastard is denying me. My top has been covered with his t-shirt but my pussy has been bare for him all night. I should at least get the same respect.

“Coach, I’ve got this.”

His stomach rumbles, his laugh contagious. He pinches my chin. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere. You asked me what I wanted tonight. I wanted this. To taste you, to make you come over and over again…and to have you in my bed.”

My eyes grow heavy. “You tricked me.” I yawn. “I didn’t do anything for you.”

When my eyes are closed, he rolls me onto a pillow next to his. “I’ll finally get a good night’s sleep with you in my arms.”

Giving in—for now, I slip into those arms and feel an unparalleled warmth. The kind that touches my heart and reaches my toes. The kind of warmth I never knew existed.

The kind I’m suddenly wildly of losing.

25

“Why don’t we go out?” I suggest when Nicole tries to slide out of bed, insisting Rory will be up soon. This morning she plans on making my famous Mickey Mouse pancakes.

Or attempt to.

Nicole’s smile—which has been plastered since we fell asleep last night—fades and she glances back tentatively. “Oh. You two…should go out without me.” My shirt falls over her bare ass as she stands.

I yank her back and kiss her neck. “Why?”

“You two never spend time together and I could use some me time…”

She’s bullshitting me again. And I’m determined to get to the bottom of whatever it is. “Hmm…what will you do?”

She raises a temptress brow at me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I pull on her waist. “Fine. We can do this the hard way.” I pull her on top of me, making her squirm and wriggle. “Tell me what’s really going on,” I urge, playfully, my fingers poking at her sides.

“Jokes on you, I’m not ticklish…not there at least.”

I growl and lower my fingers to her thigh and she tenses but the squeal from her throat and the grin on her lips tells me I’ve found her weakness.

“Alright, alright.” I pause as she takes a breath. “It’s… just…probably best…that you’re not—”

“Don’t say it.”

“Seen with me.”

My jaw hardens but I don’t loosen my grip on her. Her eyes are glued to my chest, which means who ever fucking told her this made her feel ashamed of who she is. “Who’d you talk to?”

Her fingers trace the lines across my stomach, my muscles tightening as a shield not to melt at her touch. I won’t be derailed. I need to know who she talked to.

“I don’t want to make things worse for you right now.”

“Grove,” I answer for her, almost factually. Because I had eyes on her the moment I stepped foot in the room. The only people she spoke to were her friends—and Grove.

She doesn’t deny it. Her eyes drift shamefully to the side.

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