Page 99 of The Fantasy League
Fuck, I couldn’t wait to have that taste on my lips for the rest of my life.
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Fog cloudedthe view out the main bedroom window and my now fiancée lay curled between the sheets of the California king bed. I spent the last hour attempting to watch the sunrise through the clouds with her tucked against my side, like usual, before getting up to make coffee for the group.
Aera drove over this morning and picked up Mae and October on the way. They'd booked last-minute red-eyes after Scarlett video called them with the news.
Lea was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and wasn’t cleared to fly, so she and Fortune were back in Miami, moving their things into Rita’s old house. Once she passed, there was no one else Mae could’ve envisioned giving the house to, especially with the first baby of their trio on the way.
Scarlett had a small pregnancy scare a few weeks after we got back from our first vacation together, which terrified her. I knew she hadn’t wanted a baby so early in our relationship, which was understandable. She’d never admitted it but I always had a gut feeling she was waiting to time it up with Mae so that they could experience it together.
Shortly after, Scarlett suggested that I see a therapist to talk more about my childhood and Aera unexpectedly coming into my life. Being able to finally heal from some of the hurt I’d carried since childhood was liberating.
Not only was I a better person because of it, but when the time came, I knew I’d be a better father because of it too.
So, until Scarlett was ready, we’d just keep practicing.
I shifted on my feet, leaning against the corner where floor-to-ceiling windows met the wall with a cup of freshly brewed coffee pressed to my lips as I watched my now fiancée while she slept.
Scarlett stirred in the bed, wriggling herself halfway out of the covers like usual. “Morning, Red.”
“Morning,” she replied with half-opened eyes and a groggy smile. “Anyone ever tell you it’s rude to stare?”
“Just admiring the view.” A smirk pulled at my lips. “Come on, everyone’s already awake downstairs,” I said, setting my mug on the nightstand before placing a steadying hand on her hip and crouching down to kiss her.
“It’s also rude to walk around the house half naked when you have guests.” She eyed my bare chest, dragging her eyes down to my sweatpants.
I kissed her again, lingering a bit longer this time. “I knew I should’ve gone fully nude.”
Scarlett rolled her eyes and grasped the nape of my neck to draw me closer. My hand slowly slid underneath her T-shirt, dragging up her torso to rest just underneath her breasts.
“We shouldn’t keep them waiting,” I taunted against her lips.
“I have ways of keeping you here, you know,” she said defiantly.
Scarlett had a way of making us late for nearly everything the last year. Not that I was complaining, but my tardiness at morning practices had earned me a reputation with some of my teammates.
“Prove it.”
Scarlett ran a hand over my sweatpants, and my cock grew hard at her touch. I ducked down to kiss her, but she turned her head away at the last second. “Not until you’re inside me.”
Fuck, I’d taught her well. These days she did more of the teasing than I did and every time, she drove me fucking wild.
I lifted up her shirt and palmed one of her breasts. A small moan slipped from her lips and my cock instantly twitched at the sound. I pulled down her shorts and teased up and down her slit, arousal soaking my fingers as I plunged two of them inside her.
“Oh my god, Abel.” She kept her lips locked on mine as she pulled down my sweatpants to release my cock. She broke away from my lips briefly to spit in her hand and then locked our lips again as she began stroking my cock with a tight grip.
I flicked my fingers against her clit until she was wiggling her hips against them. Kicking off the sweatpants that were now at my ankles, I shuffled until I was lined up with her center. Instead of thrusting my cock into her like she expected, I ran my dick up and down between her folds so that the tip of my cock was teasing her clit.
Finding the pace we both liked, I bent down to take her mouth again. She welcomed me between her lips and circled her tongue around mine with a familiar ease.
“I was thinking that when we get home, I should stop taking birth control,” she whispered against my lips, knocking the fucking breath out of my lungs.
My mouth covered hers hungrily. “You should stop taking it today.”
“Really?” Her eyes widened.
I nodded a response.
