Page 123 of The Game Plan
They’re there, waiting for me.
My eyes trail up my wife’s legs wrapped in faux leather leggings. A red CTU shirt hides beneath her denim jacket. Her blue eyes are alive, with the corners creasing as she smiles. She looks beautiful when she smiles at me with warmth and desire. She looks like fucking mine, and it makes me feral. This need to consume her right here in the hallway, where anyone could see us, is overwhelming.
“Great game, Coach.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. “Thanks, Peach. How’d my girl like the game?”
She glances down at Lennon cradled in her arms. “She loved it.”
“Did she?” I ask, closing the gap between us.
Sav chuckles. “Well, as much as she saw. She took a good nap during most of the game.”
I cup Lennon’s cheek as I peer down at my sweet girl. Eyes that remind me so much of her mother’s stare back at me. This, right here, is everything.
“Let’s go home, Peach.”
We walk together, her hand in mine, my daughter against my chest, through the hallway toward the exit. People shuffle around us, waiting for their players to leave the locker room. Reporters linger but give us space. I can hear the clicks of camera shutters, but I pay them no mind. With the university in full support of our marriage, there’s no longer any fear of being seen together.
I stop before the door and turn to her. She peers up at me through her lashes. “Thank you.”
Her eyebrow quirks. “For what?”
“For being everything,” I say softly. “For supporting me, loving me, giving me this life.”
Her eyes well with tears as she smiles up at me.
“You’re welcome, Sunshine. Thank you for giving us hope, safety, and a family.”
I press a kiss to her forehead and push open the door. With another win on the game schedule, I can’t help but think about how I’ve already won the most important game of my life.
They’re right beside me.
“Oh God, don’t stop!”
The scream rips from my throat, loud and hungry, echoing off the bedroom walls. My hands fist the sheets, twisting under my grip as Grant’s mouth licks up my slit.
Hazel eyes stare at me, lust swirling in his golden-brown irises. His lips tilt into a sexy smirk as his tongue rims my entrance in slow, tantalizing strokes. I buck my hips, seeking more friction, as his beard grazes my thighs.
I moan as his fingers trail my inner thighs before he parts my pussy lips. With my legs spread and my lips parted, I feel so exposed. It’s a compromising position, but as he licks and nibbles my flesh, I can’t focus on anything other than the way his touch ignites my skin.
“I wasn’t planning to,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth closer to where I need him.
I bite my lip and watch him, eyes fluttering closed as he settles deeper between my legs. One strong hand pins my hip, while the other spreads me wider. My skin tingles, flushed with anticipation and soaked in desire.
He pulls back for half a second, long enough to shoot me a wicked grin. “My favorite fucking meal.”
I groan as I watch him work.
It’s been a few weeks since our steamy video chat and a week since I was cleared by my doctor. With an IUD in place, Grant hasn’t wasted a single opportunity to worship my body. I can’t get enough of him. The rush of him, the smell of him, the feel of him. It’s like I’ve been starving for years and can finally feast.
With another flick of his tongue, he bites down on my sensitive clit, and I nearly levitate off the bed.
“Fuck, Sav…”
He groans into me, sending vibrations through my body. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging, pulling him closer, needing him deeper. But he pulls away, mouth gone. Hands gone. Completely free of his touch. I tip my head in frustration as a whine creeps up my throat. “What are you doing?”
He smirks at me before flipping onto his back. “Climb on.”
