Page 62 of Play For Keeps

I walk Everly into her room and sit her on the edge of her mattress then walk to her dresser to get a T-shirt for her to wear to bed. “Arms up, baby,” I say, standing between her legs.

“Jake, you don’t have to. I can do it—”

“Let me take care of you. I want to.”

Her arms go up to the ceiling and I slip the workout top she’s wearing off her body and then pull the T-shirt over her head. She shimmies back towards the headboard, and I slip her sweatpants down her legs, leaving her in just her white lace thong. I get her under the covers and into bed, tucking her in before pressing a kiss to her temple. “Goodnight, Ev. Sweet dreams,” I say, sweeping her hair from her face.

“Where are you going?” she whispers as I move towards the door.

“I’m going home.”

“Stay,” she says softly. “It’s late.”

“Here?”

“Yes, here.” She sits up a little in bed. “I want you to stay with me.”

I walk back to her side of the bed, sitting on the edge. “What about Birdie? Are you sure you are comfortable with me staying?”

“Do you want to stay, Jake?”

“There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more.”

“Then stop arguing with me and get into bed.”

I strip down to my boxers and then crawl into bed, pulling her into my arms. I listen to her soft snores, breathing in the citrusy smell of her hair before I allow sleep to take hold of me.

TWENTY

DON’T MAKE ME BEG

Everly

The next morning, I wake up to the feel of soft kisses and the tickle of stubble gliding along my shoulder.

I sigh, curling into Jake, my back against his warm, hard chest, my ass nestled right up against his hard cock. He feels so good; every bit of him touching every part of me. I don’t know how I will ever be able to go back to sleeping in this bed by myself when I know how good it feels to wake up in his arms.

I close my eyes again, savoring the way he feels as Jake’s arm snakes around my chest and his leg drapes over my thigh. His erection nudges my entrance, sending a bolt of lust between my legs. I roll my hips back against the outline of him, his hard cock trapped behind the soft fabric of his boxers.

“Mmmm… good morning. Sleep well?”

“The best,” I murmur. “I like having you in my bed with me.”

“I like being in your bed with you.” Jake kisses my neck. “I like being anywhere with you. You are all I ever think about.”

I smile against my pillow. “How are you real, Jake Matthews? You always say the sweetest things.”

“Oh, I’m real. Want me to prove it?” He pulls me closer into his chest and I giggle.

“Is Birdie up yet? What time is it?” I reach for Jake’s wrist, the one he wears his watch on, and I check the hour. We should have a little time. I wiggle my ass against Jake’s groin, teasing him, showing him I’m definitely down for morning sex.

He whispers into my hair as his fingers trail down to where my ass is rolling against the hard length of him, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my thong. He slides the lace over my hips to my knees and I help him take the fabric all the way off from there. “I want to be so deep inside of you.”

I swallow. “Then your boxers need to go,” I say, gasping when I feel his cock spring free, tapping at my ass. We’re both naked from the waist down now, and I’m desperate to feel him inside of me. I wiggle my ass against the head of his swollen cock.

He curses, nudging the tip of his erection against my wetness before pulling away and then nudging in just a little more once again. My hips greedily rock back against him, wanting him in the worst way possible.

“Ev, baby… condom.”

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