Page 59 of Full Coverage (Boys of Fall)

She arched her back, trying to get closer, but he had all the leverage. He pulled her against him as he thrust forward.

“Yes.”

“One of my favorite words,” he said, doing it again.

“How about ‘more’?” she asked.

“More? You’ve got all of me.”

She gave him a sweet smile. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely. Every single part of me. Always.”

“Then how about ‘harder’?”

“That I can do.” He thrust harder, deeper, faster.

Her body tightened around him, spurring him on, and her fingers curled into the comforter on either side of her hips.

He kept moving. Her breasts bounced, the noises she made got louder and higher, and he felt his climax coming.

“Play with your nipples, Randi,” he commanded as he moved his thumb back to her clit and circled. “I need to feel you coming.”

“I’m so close,” she panted, moving a hand to her breast.

She took a tip between her thumb and finger, rolling, tugging, and he felt her inner muscles clench around him.

“Come on, Ladybug. Let me feel it. Let me see it.”

Her breathing grew faster and he thrust harder. She continued playing with her nipple as he thumbed her clit and they climbed together toward their climaxes.

Finally he felt her pussy grab on and begin milking him as she cried out, his name on her lips. Nolan let go, pumping deep, filling her, and the moment after she broke, he felt his orgasm roar from the base of his spine, through his body and into hers.

He stood, making his lungs expand for a few moments before pulling her up and into his arms. He held her tight, his lips against her hair. “I love you, Randi. Love you so much.”

She hugged him back, her face against his throat. “I love you too. No matter what.”

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Randi was asleep, curled on her side with her sweet ass pressed against his hip.

Nolan was on his back, his arm under her, listening to her soft breathing, absorbing everything about the feeling of being with her like this. It could only be more perfect if they were in her bed in Quinn. And if he wasn’t going to have to leave her.

Fuck.

His editor’s words wouldn’t leave him alone.What the hell was that?Nolan gritted his teeth as Brad’s voice replayed in his head.This is supposed to be about football, not Mayberry. Hard-hitting, mud and guts and glory football. Remember? Those were your words.

That was what Nolan had pitched when he’d pitched the book. That was what he’d intended to write. Sure, there was going to be inspiration and maybe some humor mixed in. This was Coach Carr after all. But the backbone of the book was supposed to be the hard work and the sacrifice and the digging deep that the game took—on the part of the Coach and the players.

Now the backbone of the book was Quinn. The town, the people, the history.

Nolan loved it. He’d brought all of that to life, because of Randi.

And his editor hated it.

His agent was ticked off too. Typically, Mike had Nolan’s back. But this time he agreed with Brad. Neither thought the book was bad. In fact, they liked it. For a book about football in small-town Texas, it was excellent. But it wasn’t the book they wanted. It wasn’t the book they’d paid him a hundred thousand dollar advance for.

What got into you?Those had been Mike’s first words to him.

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