Page 69 of Make the Play

Even though my heart is racing, I keep my strokes measured and even. Her pussy squeezes me, and her name falls from my lips like a plea. For what, I’m not sure. “Corie.”

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” she asks, lifting her hips, meeting mine with each forward motion.

“We wanted to be sure.”

“Are you sure, Knox?”

I stop moving and stare into her beautiful green eyes. “I’m sure that you’re mine. I’m sure that nothing before you matters. I’m sure nothing has ever felt as good as your pussy gripping my cock.” She’s quiet, almost as if she’s processing my words. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Corie girl.”

Bright green eyes hold my gaze. “I’m thinking it’s going to break my heart if we lose this.”

“We won’t.” My voice is firm and resolute. She’s my unexpected, and the reality is that she’s mine, and I’m hers, and where we go from here doesn’t matter as long as we’re together. It’s not a proclamation of love, but it might as well be.

She pulls my head down to kiss me, meeting me halfway, and I begin a punishing thrust of my hips. She gasps and digs her nails into my back. “Please don’t stop. Don’t you dare—” she pants.

“Never, baby.” It’s a promise for more than just tonight. It’s a promise for tonight and every day of the future. It’s always going to be us. I can feel it deep inside me. I said that tonight would change things between us. We both agreed, but I didn’t know it would be such a profound change.

Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip. She’s close.

“I can feel you, Corie. Your pussy is going crazy. I need you to come for me.” I kiss the corner of her mouth, and her eyes pop open.

“Together.”

I nod and let loose. It’s not long before we’re both calling out each other’s names as a tsunami of desire washes over us. My breathing is labored as if Coach just made us run sprints for an entire practice. I’m a damn professional athlete, and one night in bed with my girl has me winded like a two-pack-a-day smoker.

When I catch my breath, I kiss her quickly and pull out before rolling off the bed to dispose of the condom. I come back with a warm cloth and clean her up. Her eyes never leave mine as I do.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Told you. I take care of what’s mine. That’s you.” I kiss her again, because I need to kiss her more than I need air. It’s always been that way with her, and I have a feeling it’s never going to change.

Coming back to the bed, I lie down beside her and pull the covers over us. “How long can you stay?”

“A while.”

I hate her answer. I want her to say forever. “We should tell him, Corie.” I feel her body tense.

“Not yet.”

“The longer we wait, the worse it’s going to be.”

“I know, just—not yet. We need to wait until the season is over.”

“Baby, it’s just starting.”

“I know, but I can’t be the reason the team is against one another. We don’t know how he’s going to react, and if it affects the season, I’d never forgive myself. It’s already going to be bad enough coming between the two of you.”

“That won’t happen. He’s going to have to see us together all the time.”

She rolls over to look at me, and there’s uncertainty in her eyes. “We just have to hold out until the season is over.”

“That could be months if we make the playoffs, and we will make the playoffs.” I smirk.

“Just a little more time. Please, Knox.”

I nod. “Okay. We’ll wait.”

She relaxes into me.

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