Page 62 of Risky Match
“You have a great team. I’m glad they were there for you.”
“I know.”
“Thank you for sharing. I understand why you’re so focused on tennis. It also explains why you haven’t been much fun to be around most of the time. What changed tonight?”
“In the last day or two, I realized that I wanted to help you win. That led to some self-reflection. I slowly started seeing whatwas happening. Despite my dread of failing, I had moments with you on the practice court and in the hot tub where I felt like my happy self again despite things not going to plan here. After our night in the hot tub, I remembered that the tournaments I’ve won were ones where I was relaxed and felt good about life and my game. I’ve never felt that way here before. I vowed to change that going forward.”
“Is that why you’re happier tonight?”
“Yesterday, I saw you in the stands during my match. It made me smile to know you had taken the time to be there even if it was only to prep for our matches. I played great. It was a relief. Then today, it felt like we were having fun on the court. I wanted to be there with you. I’m sorry to say I hadn’t expected that. I hope my honesty doesn’t hurt your feelings too much.”
“Of course not. I’m thrilled you had fun today. It was a fantastic feeling to play together. My adrenaline was pumping. In fact, I’ve never played better.”
“We brought out the best in each other. After we won, it was like a ray of sunshine washed away the dark clouds that had been hovering over me. I can never thank you enough for that.”
“I don’t know what to say, except I’m happy for you.”
“Don’t say anything. Let me kiss you.”
I bend toward her luscious lips, hesitating ever so slightly to give her a chance to push me away. When she doesn’t, I press my mouth firmly against hers and begin to show Bri exactly how much I appreciate her.
My lips tingle as my hands roam down her back, pressing her against me. I want Bri to know what she does to my body and how much I want her.
She moans, “You feel sooo good.”
“I can’t get enough of you. We should go to my room.”
She jerks her head back, eyes wide, “No! We can’t.”
“I’m sorry. I thought you wanted this too.”
“Oh. I do. That’s not it. We need to go to my bedroom. Erin will panic if my room is empty tonight.”
At least I hadn’t totally misread the situation. “I’m not sure I like the idea of her walking in on us though.”
“She won’t if she knows I’m safely inside. I’ll text her. Let’s go.”
She takes my hand, and we hurry to her room.
I should take this slow and savor each moment tonight. But we both have so much pent-up sexual energy, it’s not possible. Instead, we shed our clothes the minute Bri’s bedroom door is locked and fall onto her bed facing each other.
We kiss and explore each other with our hands. Our bodies mold perfectly to each other. As we intertwine our legs, all the memories from two years ago come flooding back. I remember she loves when I nibble her ear and kiss her neck, so I quickly move to do just that.
She immediately shivers with delight and nuzzles her neck against my face, begging for more. I happily comply.
Her fingernails gently skim down my back sending sensations of pleasure straight to my cock. Good god, she remembers.
“You’re a goddess! Do that again.”
“I need you inside me,” she begs as her fingernails skim up my back, making me squirm.
“Are you ready for me, love?” I ask, reaching my hand between her legs, finding her drenched for me.
“Past ready. Please. Now,” she groans in needy frustration.
“Hold on, let me grab a condom.” Fortunately, I remembered to throw my wallet onto the nightstand when we stripped. After the hot tub, I’ve vowed never to be without a condom again any time there was a chance Bri might say yes.
She grabs the foil wrapper from me, rips it open with her teeth, and slowly rolls the condom onto me in a move that almost causes me to lose it. “Your hands are magic,” I groan.
