Page 51 of Lucky Sucker

When he pulled out, I felt hollow. He laid beside me on bed, his head hitting the pillow amongst all my crochet teddies. He still had the condom on, with cum weighing it down at the end.

“I’ve never felt closer to anyone else in my entire life,” he said, tilting my head to face his. “I’m glad it was with you.” He leaned in and kissed me. “I’m sorry you messed up your onesie. Did you bring a spare?”

“Nope. I should’ve done.”

“Well, who needs a onesie when you’ve got me to cover you up all night.”

That was so true. I didn’t need a onesie, I liked having one for the warmth, but he was a human radiator. I didn’t need to be wearing all this fabric.

“Let me take this off, and I’ll get you cleaned up.”

I needed the link to his research. He was perfect now. Sure, we’d started off a little rocky, but now, he was the exact Daddy I’d been looking for, and he didn’t even know what I’d been looking for. But this was it.

At the side of the bed with some moist towelettes, he dipped to his knees at the side of the bed where he cleaned the cum from my skin and helped me undress. “Maybe next time, we should bring a spare,” he said.

“So, there’s gonna be a next time?” I asked, grabbing Bloo from across the bed and squeeing him against my chest in excitement.

“I would hope so,” he said. “I think you might actually be my lucky charm.” He walked across the room to turn the lights off before turning the constellations on the projector.

The sex was great, but staring at the ceiling and seeing the stars was on another level. I couldn’t explain the orgasmic response it had on my eyes, and just like an orgasm, it made me feel tired, which was good, because it meant I got to cuddle up in bed with LukefreakingHotchkiss.

22. LUKE

I never really thought of myself as a virgin, or even put that much stock in virginity. It was such a weird concept that you’d got to give something to someone else, or that you lose it. I knew it was meant to describe someone who had no experience, but I hadn’t felt that way traversing the soft planes of Wren’s sweet body. It came naturally, and I almost came too quickly. I’d never related to someone in that way, emotionally and physically at the same time, together, both circling each other in some mating dance.

Waking with Wren seeking my warmth in any way he could, he’d been restless, tossing and turning as he didn’t know which part of his body he wanted warmed more. I preferred his tush, for obvious reasons, just feeling it press against me was enough now to want to please him again. His happiness was a priority, he was the best thing since becoming captain that had happened to me.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he grumbled, meeting my face as he turned again. “I never sleep naked.”

Hugging him in my arms, I knew I wasn’t a match for the coverage a onesie gave him, but the attempt was worth it. “You waking up or want to go back to sleep? I’ve got to be up soon. But you can stay in bed as long as you like.”

He yawned and groaned. “I’ll wake up,” he said as his stomach grumbled. “Oop.”

“Breakfast,” I said, kissing his forehead. “Most important meal of the day. Let’s get dressed and we can sort out that rumbly belly.”

He rolled over as much as he could inside of my hold on him. I didn’t want to let go of him, even if my day was already planned out. There was no rest for the Orcas, especially when we were fresh off the first victory of the season.

Julia didn’t work on the Sunday morning, she only came in briefly through the afternoon where she took stock of food in the pantry before going shopping. It meant Sundays were the day everyone was leaving their list on the kitchen counters addressed to her because everyone wanted something different, and it was up to her whether we got it or not.

The team welcomed us into the kitchen with a round of applause. Wren hid behind me, clutching his teddy at the surprise of all the sound. They were all making a mess with bowls, pans, and cutlery as they fended for themselves with toasted options, cereals, and even some poor pancake attempts.

“Looks like we all celebrated last night then, huh?” Zachary laughed. “I’m kidding, but I hope you celebrated well because we’re about go into beast mode.”

Wren continued to stay quiet as I made us some cereal, the good chocolate kind that creates the tasty milk afterwards. “He already knows. He’s got to know. Remember, he’s reporting on all you lot as well.”

Dixon mimicked zipping his mouth. “Then I won’t say anything,” he snickered, biting into a blackened side of a PopTart. “Next weekend is our away game, will you be traveling with us on the team bus?”

I glanced to Wren who gnawed his lips together. “Yeah, he will be. Every other team reporter has come with us on the bus. But, we should eat so he can go tell the college how well we all did.”

“You hear about the Caracals game on Friday?” Jack asked, appearing from behind me. He leaned in to grab an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter. “They had such a messy game. They lost spectacularly. I think they might even pull funding.”

Wren scoffed, but as eyes turned to him, he quieted. Except when you made a sound like this in this team, you didn’t get a free pass to just go on. If you had something to say, you best bet you were going to be forced into saying it. “They’d never lose their funding. They just recruited an AFL legacy player. Sure, he’s only a freshmen, but—do you even read the chronicle?” He looked up at me.

“Uh. Yeah, I read the stuff about me.”

“Yeah, I’ve read it before, sometimes,” Jack said.

Dixon laughed, nearly sputtering his food out. “I once used it as TP when we ran out. Stuff was not good to use, just a fair warning. I think you should suggest they use thinner paper in future, and maybe something scented.” We all paused to listen and make our mind up about how wild that was.

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