Page 134 of The Trade

My grin breaks free. “Fuck yeah, I want to.”

“I’ve never—”

“Same,” I reassure her, threading our fingers together. “You’re my first.”

Her lips curve upward at the corners, her smile sweet and shy—such a sharp contrast from the fiery girl who, just moments ago, demanded that I fuck her face.

“Kiss me,” she hums.

Eager to obey, I cradle her face, pulling her into a slow, tender kiss. She quickly wriggles out of her shorts and panties, and the contact of her bare skin against mine racks a shiver through my body.

Our hips brush together, and the slickness of her desire warms my thigh. I grab for her waist, dragging my fingertips across the softness of her stomach before dipping down further. My thumb smooths over her pulsing clit.

“You want my hands?” I manage to gasp out.

She shakes her head, her trembling fingers encircling me and guiding me to her entrance. I close my eyes, surrendering myself to the feeling of her wet core pressed against my tip.

With one last ragged breath, I slide my bare cock, inch by gratifying inch, inside her tight pussy. Holy—fucking—shit. I’ve never felt anything this good before. I rock against her, overwhelmed by the untimely need to explode.

She moans my name, her inner walls clenching as she moves. “Baby—don’t—I’m gonna lose it way too early if you keep that up.”

“I don’t care,” she murmurs, hips snapping rhythmically against mine. “Come, Theo.”

Theo. Theo. Theo.

I release a deep groan, losing myself completely as I slide in and out of the woman I love. It doesn’t take long for us to tumble over the edge, climaxing together. Then, I pull her into my arms and murmur sweet nothings against the top of her head.

I love you. I’ll never let you go. You’re it for me.

Because this is it. This is everything I’ve been missing for the last twenty-one years of my life. Not just great sex. Not just sugar, and spice, and everything so fucking nice. But a girl who starts a fire in my heart—one that I’m never willing to let dim.

40

JADE

Forty ismy new hard limit.

Forty rain-washed summer days and forty long, lonely nights spent away from West. He’s been kicking ass at training since my last visit, gearing up for his final collegiate season and next year’s draft. Every day, I remind myself why I’ve chosen to spend this time at home.

Dad’s doing okay these days. Even still, his MS is progressive and unpredictable. For now, he’s mostly independent with daily life activities, yet his health continues to decline. It could be months from now, years even, but someday he’ll need more assistance than our mom alone can offer.

That’s why I’ll never regret spending my summers in northern Washington—even if that equates to a few disjointed months of long distance.

Family comes first for me. Although someday—perhaps in the not-so-distant future—West could become my family, too. In a way, he already has.

Even when we’re hundreds of miles apart, our connection is undeniable. Raw and magnetic, to the point where my parents can’t keep their comments about it to themselves. Always mooning about how brightly their little angel’s been shining.

So, when Ace offered to pay for our trip to Baltimore, it didn’t take much pleading to con him into an extra set of tickets. NFL preseason is about to kick off, and to our shared delight, the star cornerback is scheduled for his first away game.

It’s Bobcats versus Nighthawks.

Or, on a more personal note, it’s West versus Jade—competing in an impromptu battle over who can provide the most orgasms in a single weekend getaway.

Of course, West is winning. He’s always winning.

With less than two hours to kickoff, I find myself perched on the bathroom counter of our hotel room, my legs wrapped around West’s shoulders while his lips tease my clit.

“Theo—that—ohh,” I murmur, bracing myself on the counter’s edge.

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