Page 101 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“I did.”
“Well, you are,” I say. “Do you want more?”
She nods as she starts to become more comfortable, moving up and down on my cock. Fuck…I might lose it the first time she rides me if she feels this good. “I do. I want more, Linc.”
“Say less, Ainsley Mae. Say less.”
I kiss her as I bring her back down to the bed. I want to do so much more—give her so much more—and I will. Eventually. But right now, between her tightness, her newly unlocked praise kink, and the fact that I’m figuring out in real time that I’m with the woman of my dreams, I don’t think I’m about to last much longer.
“Give me that leg, baby,” I say as I put it on my shoulder, allowing me to press into her farther than before. “That’s it.”
I lose my words as her fingers find my chest, scratching me, begging to hold onto something as I drive into her. She was already tight around my cock, but the second her orgasms hits, I'm finished. I can’t hold back anymore, and neither can she, as we come together in a way that almost has me blacking out.
Holy shit. I’ve never done that before. My body is shaking as I spill into her, and so is hers. Our holds on each other are the only thing keeping us grounded as the highs slowly start to wear off.
“Holy Moses,” Ainsley says as I bring her into my arms.
Holy Moses is right. And if I could speak, I’d say that. But I can’t. I think I’m done for.
In more ways than one.
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I don’t knowwhat time Ainsley and I fell asleep last night.
I know I lost myself in her twice, and I could’ve a third time if I didn’t see the blissful exhaustion in her eyes.
I’m exhausted too, in the best way. Yet, I can’t seem to stay asleep.
It’s like my brain won’t shut off, and only one question is rolling through it: How did I get here?
This, being in a true relationship with someone, is never something I wanted. Never thought I could handle. Or maybe, deep down, deserved. Not after the life I chose to live. Or the one that was handed to me.
Yet, here I am. The most amazing, beautiful, kind, smart, too-good-for-me woman, is laying on my chest. Her naked body is pressed against me, wrapping me in her arms like she needs to hold onto me to sleep.
Then there’s my career. Without a doubt, this is the best year of my life. I’m on pace to break records. I’m the top tight end in the league statistically. I’m in the top five of all receivers in the league, which is almost unheard of. At this point, even when Rockwell does come back, Coach McAvoy would have a hardtime benching me, considering what our offense has been doing from week to week.
I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. If I could get the fucking gossip blogs and clickbait columns to stop writing shit about me, my life would be pretty close to perfect.
Which is why I’m staring at Ainsley’s ceiling, watching the fan go round and round. Because I can’t help wondering when the other shoe is going to drop.
“If this is what my overthinking feels like to you, I apologize,” Ainsley says, her voice gravelly. “Brains are really loud.”
I softly laugh as I kiss the top of her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Do you need anything? Are you not comfortable? I know my bed is probably too small?—”
I roll over, pinning her under me. Out of a habit that I didn’t know I formed, I lean down to kiss her. It’s like I can’t help myself. When I see those perfect rose-colored lips and those blue eyes staring up at me, I’m a goner.
“Everything is perfect,” I say, peppering a few more kisses on her neck, and then one on her tits just because I can before I roll back over, bringing her with me, my chest to her back.
“Then why haven’t you slept more than a few minutes?”
I relax into her touch as she starts aimlessly tracing the ink on my arms. I feel her fingers over the letters—LK and MK. Their initials.
“My parents were Laura and Michael,” I begin, closing my eyes as I transport myself back to that night. “My parents had tickets for a show in Detroit for their anniversary. We lived about thirty minutes outside the city, and my mom loved live music. Would always dance around the kitchen to whatever was on.”
