Page 56 of Power Play
Ben
My shoulder hurts like a sonofabitch, but Lacey's been directed to stay home with me and help me rehab it.
Martha's been keeping the ice maker running and Lacey alternates placing a bag of ice or a heating pad on my shoulder. Every hour or so she stretches it gently and tests range of motion.
It's still too early to begin physical therapy exercises on it, but Lacey's keeping a close eye for when we can begin.
Martha's in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while Lacey and I are on the couch in the living room, a game on low in the background.
"How are you feeling, L?"
She smiles at me. "My morning sickness is getting better."
I rest my hand on her thigh and rub my thumb in a soft little circle. "That's good. I'm glad to hear it."
She gives me a strange sideways look. "Are you sure you're not mad I slept with other men? I know this has to be strange for you."
I pause to truly think about it. My initial reaction wasn't one of jealousy, especially when she told me she was pregnant. I search for any amount of jealousy. But I come up empty.
I love seeing how she is with Coach and Jonesy. I love how devoted to her Coach is already. Jonesy, I wasn't expecting, because in the two years I've played with him, I've never seen him think of anyone but himself. But I like how his eyes go soft when he looks at her. How he seems to want to understand her better. To change who he is to be better for her.
I love how my once heartbreakingly lonely girl now has friends and lovers. People who care about her. Martha and Lauren. The mother and sister she should have had.
I can't help myself, so I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. I mean it to be soft. A gentle, reassuring kiss. I know I could reassure her with words, but sometimes my pretty girl needs to feel it more.
It's when she whimpers that does me in.
She whimpers and deepens the kiss. Of course she needs the physical connection. We've all had plenty of sex, but she needs more.
She needs connection, reassurance that she's still her, and I'm still me. That we're still us.
She grips my shirt with both of her hands and swings her leg over my lap, straddling me.
I'm instantly hard. I fucking love this woman on my lap more than life itself. I had entertained a crush on Emily, Carter's then nanny, last year, but that was because Lacey had disappeared, and I never thought I'd see her again. I'm glad Emily turned me down, because the love of my life was coming back to me. I just needed to be patient.
I groan, deep in my chest when she grinds her hot pussy against my aching cock. I need to be inside of her. I need to worship her. I need to get rid of these clothes.
"Martha," she whispers out, trying to pull away before we can go too far.
"Martha's elbow deep in making pasta. We'll be quiet." There's enough of a wall between the kitchen and living room to hide us. I move my good arm so I can cup the back of her head, bringing her mouth back to mine. She melts into me, rocking her hips again. Fuck,I cannot come in my pants again. I know she wouldn't tease me, but goddamnit, I'm better than that.
I kiss and suck her jaw, her chin, her neck. She grips my head with both hands, fisting my hair and rocking against me again.
"Can you be quiet for me, L?"
She bites her lower lip and lets out a desperate, whimpering "Mhm."
I take her nipple in my mouth and suck, flicking the hard bud rhythmically with my tongue like I know she likes.
"Baby, get me out. I need to be inside you."
She obeys, sliding her warm hand under my waistband and wrapping it around my aching cock. Seeing her at work is the best sort of torture. I can't see her without at least getting a chubby. But to have her here, with me, in the privacy of our new house? I'm desperate for her. To have her in all of the ways, not just her body.
But right now, Ireallywant her body.
She doesn't even take her shorts off, simply pulls them to the side and lines me up at her soaking entrance. I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and wrap it around us, just in case Martha decides to wander in here.
Lacey slowly sinks down onto me, wiggling her hips to accommodate my size. Once she's fully seated, she collapses against me, her forehead resting on my shoulder and she takes a shaky breath in and a long breath out. I palm the back of her head and kiss her hair.
