Page 66 of Unrivaled

Pleased, I move to the other side and give it the same treatment, moving back and forth until she’s writhing, rubbing her pussy against the hard ridge of my dick.

Holy shit, I might come in my pants if this goes on for too long. And I never did get a condom.

Reluctantly, I move away from her nipples, leaving a trail of light kisses up over her collarbone until I reach her ear and take the lobe delicately between my teeth. She shivers, letting out another soft gasp, and I can’t help smiling at her reaction.

When I start to shift her off my lap, she clings to my shoulders and lets out a whimper of protest.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper. “Condom.”

“Oh! Right.” She scrambles off my legs fast enough to make me chuckle.

Bending over her, I kiss her deeply. “Be ready for me when I get back.”

I jog on tiptoes down the hall, pushing the door open slooowwwllly, because I absolutely do not want to risk waking my son. Not when his mother is finally giving me the time of day.

When the door’s open wide enough, I slip inside, grateful that the nightlight I bought just for tonight gives me enough light to see by.

Ben is sprawled on one edge of the bed, his arms above his head, his legs wide. One good roll, and he’ll topple onto the floor. Do I risk moving him, though?

On the one hand, I don’t want him to roll out of bed. He could hurt himself. And depending on the timing, could interrupt my plans, which I also don’t want.

But if I move him, will he wake up? Will I ruin my plans before they even get started?

Should I ask Tiffany what she thinks I should do? Or should I just decide and execute and hope for the best?

I’ve made a name for myself as a quarterback by being willing and able to call a successful audible when needed.

I’m going to move him. His safety’s more important than sex. And even if he wakes up, he’ll hopefully settle right down.

Decision made, I stand over him for a second, looking down at his soft round face, a surge of affection squeezing my heart. He’s such a cute little kid. How could anyone not fall in love with that face?

The only problem is, I’m not really sure how to go about moving him …

“Everything alright?” Tiffany whispers from the open door.

When I look up, I’m disappointed to see she has the shirt back on.

“I thought I told you to be ready and waiting.”

She gives me a look that’s a mix of amusement and scorn. “I was, but then you were taking forever. I thought you might need backup.”

I gesture at Ben. “He looks like he’s about to fall off. I was trying to figure out the best way to move him.”

Stepping closer, she cracks a grin, her nose wrinkling. “You just kinda have to do it. There isn’t really a best way. He’s all floppy and loose like this. Just scoop him up and slide him into the middle. He probably won’t wake up.”

I raise my eyebrows. “Probably won’t?”

She shrugs. “The longer we stand here arguing about it in whispers makes it more likely he’ll wake up. Just scootch him into the middle and let’s go, Kilpatrick.”

I have to stifle my chuckle. “Getting bossy, huh?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She’s right, though. Heisall loose and floppy, and all he does is hum and snuggle back into the pillow when I scoot him into the middle. That done, I slide open the drawer of my bedside table, ultra aware of the scraping sound it makes in the near silent room. Once again, Ben doesn’t budge. When I close it, he rolls over, humming and nuzzling again, and we both freeze. But he stays asleep.

Tiffany tiptoes to the door and beckons me. “Come on, Kilpatrick. It’s go time.”

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