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“Best photos I’ve ever received in my life, but I prefer to catch the live show.”
A sleepy smile finds her face.
“Congratulations,” I offer. “What a great game.”
“You saw it?”
“Of course. We almost took down the plane when Kennedy made that shot at the end.”
Her smile widens. “It was her first dunk ever. Wasn’t it awesome?”
The happiness she has for Kennedy being the hero is radiating from her.
“It was.”
“I saw your drive to win your game,” she says. “You were amazing. That wasn’t the play called, was it?”
I chuckle at her knowledge of our plays. “Nope, Daylen was covered. Champ was my second look. He broke a few tackles and muscled his way into the endzone.”
“It was a good win.” She stretches as she yawns. “I’m tired. Come to bed. I missed your body on mine.”
“I’m sorry I woke you, but I need to be inside you. Is that okay?”
She pulls away the blankets and spreads her bare legs, revealing that she’s not wearing any panties. “I thought I might see you tonight. You’re wearing far too many clothes, QB1.”
At lightning speed, I remove all of them, happily leaving them in a pile on the floor as I slip into her bed, right between her legs where I belong.
I momentarily squeeze my eyes shut as I admit, “I dream of you wearing my jersey like you are right now. You have on that red lipstick and those fuck-me boots you wear sometimes. In my fantasy you’re on your knees, begging for my cock down your throat.” I thrust my hips against her so she can feel how hard she makes me. “As much as I want to fuck you in this jersey, I need you naked. I want to feel your soft skin.”
She wordlessly raises her arms, and I lift my jersey off her, leaving her naked and vulnerable. I lay there and stare at her. She stares right back at me. Every decision I’ve ever made in my life starts running through my head as I silently pray she can love me back in spite of them.
She places her hand on my chest and whispers, “What’s wrong? I can feel your heart beating so fast.”
“It tends to do that when you’re around. It belongs to you.”
Her head tilts to the side as she cups my cheek, “Vance, we?—”
I don’t want her to tell me we’re not like that. I just can’t hear it right now, so I silence her by moving my lips to hers,loving the sense of calm I feel when we connect, especially after being apart for a few days. I mumble into them, “Just let me love you.”
I slowly enter her, and her body shakes the entire time as she arches her back and lets out a moan. I will never tire of her body’s reaction to welcoming mine.
Once the tremors subside, she threads her fingers through my hair and whispers, “Are you okay?”
“I am now.”
TWENTY-FIVE
SULLEY
I’m awakened by my phone ringing. I look at my clock. It’s after eleven. We slept in. I suppose that’s not surprising given the hour and his mood when he arrived. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me. His thirst was never fully quenched, and we went at it over and over again. There wasn’t an inch of my body that he didn’t worship.
Love oozed from every single pore in his body. I could physically feel it. The lines are getting so damn blurry I’m not sure I can see them anymore. I’m carrying so much guilt for letting things get this far. Am I officially past the point of no return?
I know the answer. If I lost him, I’d be shattered. Broken into a million little pieces, never to be made whole again. Something has to give, and I’m praying it’s not my heart.
Grabbing my phone, I see that it’s my mother. I’m hesitant to answer it with Vance beside me, but something is telling me that I should. I spoke with her last night after the big win. She wouldn’t call again this morning unless it was important.
I accept the call and quietly answer, “Hi, Momma. Is everything okay?”
