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"Yeah but you love it." He kisses my thighs as he works his pants off with one hand.
"I do," I say and I'm not sure if he catches my meaning because he is sliding into me and throwing his head back. I scrape my nails down his sides and watch his nipples pucker.
"Shit Jo, you feel so good. I never wanna leave this bed. This tight perfect body. I don't want to leave you." He says as he leans over and holds himself above me on his elbows.
"I know Bryson, I know." And I lift my mouth to his. He tastes like me, and him, and hope, and pain. His frenzied movements to get undressed are replaced by slow and reverent worship of my body, of our connection.
The flecks of gold in his chocolate irises catch the light as he shifts above me and it makes his eyes sparkle. The grind of his hips into the cradle of mine drives me closer to another orgasm. But it's different from the others. This one I feel in my chest.
I shift my gaze and look past Bryson's head to the ceiling. Wishing we were under the stars like we were in Telluride.
This intensity between us is wild and it belongs outdoors. Maybe what we have isn't meant to be contained by apartment walls or city limits.
Maybe what we have is bigger.
Flashes of light cross my vision as we steadily climb together. I brush some curls from his forehead and when our eyes connect again I feel him swell inside of me. He dives down to kiss me and as he steals the air from my lungs with an all consuming kiss, my hormones respond. I flex and relax almost simultaneously and tilt my hips up as my insides roll along Bryson’s cock. There is no stopping the explosive and emotional orgasm consuming me.
"Heaven, this is heaven." Bryson says as he presses his forehead to mine and I feel him release inside of me. He holds himself above me, strong and solid. Finally, with a peck to my lips he pulls out and rolls over. He drags me over so my head falls on his chest and my hand rests over his racing heart.
I'm going to miss him so much. A part of me wants to go back to hating him. To living a life unaware of what this feels like.
Because now I can't forget. I can't move on. I can't focus only on my sport. I know what it means to be loved by Bryson Svoboda and that rearranges my priorities.
Chapter 34
Bryson
"I fucking hate quitters."
Myhandtrailsupand down Jo’s back as she rests on my chest. Having her in my arms is sweeter than any victory I’ve won before.
There are words I want to say but I'm speechless. I feel fucking weightless and my head is spinning. But I am also swimming in a sense of calm I can only attribute to Jo.
A warm droplet hits my chest and I tuck my chin to see a tear slip out of Jo's eye.
"Josie, what's the matter?" I ask. "Did I hurt you?"
"No, no. Not at all." She sniffles a laugh. "I, just, already miss you."
I use my knuckle to lift her chin up so I can see her entire beautiful face. I lean forward and kiss the tip of her nose before dipping and taking her luscious lips in a deep kiss.
Kissing her, fucking her, simply sitting with her is the best I’ve ever experienced. In a cruel turn of fate, we have to separate again. I wish there was a way to bend space and time so we could keep our careers with the franchises that have invested in us and also spend each day and night together.
"I already miss you, too," I whisper when we come up for air. The longing in her eyes nearly crushes me. This is the most uncertain, the most vulnerable, I’ve seen Jo in her life. She’s driven and dedicated and doesn’t quit at the first sign of challenge. I’m the same. That’s our superpower. "But it'll be okay. We're going to kick ass at long distance because neither of us are able to quit."
"I fucking hate quitters." She says with venom and I love it.
I love her.
And I think she knows it. But I don't know if saying it now will help her accept the pain of me leaving or hurt her further. I don't know how I would handle hearing it. A part of me would light up. Another would crumble.
What I’ve come to realize is how open and honest we’ll need to be with each other. We cannot afford to leave words unspoken. We won’t have the chance to read the expression on each other’s faces, to connect physically, or even console each other with a hug or a gentle hand hold when things get tough.
And I know they will.
But the fact remains; I love her.
"This is the best feeling Josie. You in my arms. Together in bed. And this week of HAB organized domestic bliss was amazing. I know the clock is ticking. I know we can’t avoid it.” I sigh and mouth the words against her temple before inhaling her scent deeply into my lungs. “Do you want to hear me say it?" I ask quietly, confident she'll know what's on my mind.
