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Once I get the feel of the motion down, I set my hands on his chest and really start to move. I’m gyrating wildly over him, moving in ways I had no idea I even could. His eyes are hooded and locked on mine as we do this for only the second time. His fingertips inch over on my ass until I’m almost certain he’s going to push a finger in, but he doesn’t. For now, anyway. It’s not something we’ve talked about yet, but I also don’t know if that’s something you bring up over dinner.Can I stick my finger in your ass next time we’re doing it? Oh, and could you pass the green beans?
I sort ofwanthim to do it, though. Every experience with him feels new to me, and if that’s something he’s into, then I want to try it.
I want to try it all.
With him.
He continues lifting me over him, and eventually he lets go since he can see I’ve found my rhythm here. He reaches down between us with one of his hands and he rubs my clit, and he bands an arm around my waist to pull me down over him. I have to stretch a little, but he’s able to shift to get my nipple in his mouth, and he sucks on it as I continue to gyrate over him.
There are too many sensations plowing into me at once. My body doesn’t seem to know how to handle all of it as I tip over the edge.
I claw at his chest as I try to hold on through the roaring wave that crashes over me. I cry out his name with a series of moans that carry me through the crest of the wave. My body pulses over his, pulse after powerful pulse, and a growl rips from his chest as he starts to come, too. He keeps sucking on my nipple as he rides the wave, his body contracting beneath mine as my own climax starts to pull away from me and his reaches its peak. He moves his hand that was on my clit to grab my other breast, and he squeezes it as he comes—hard—into me.
“Fuck, Ains,” he grunts as he finishes, and then he lets go of his grip on my breast as he relaxes back. I collapse over him, and he tosses one arm around me, keeping me in place as I rest on his chest, our bodies still connected in this intense, perfect way.
And speaking of perfect, it’s damn near perfect timing as we hear the first signs that the baby down the hall is waking up.
I push off of him, and I feel the intense loss as his cock drops out of me. I move off the bed to start gathering my clothes, and I head to the bathroom to use it and get dressed before I go get the baby. When I’m out of the bathroom, though, Dex is sitting on the bed, fully dressed and waiting for me.
“Come here,” he demands quietly, and I walk over. He pulls me down on his lap, and I straddle his waist as I sit on him. He reaches up and takes my face between his palms, and he kisses me gently. “I just wanted to say that I think I’m past the falling stage. I love you.”
My eyes soften as they meet his, and I see all the sincerity in them that I need to see to know that this is real. “I love you too, Dex.”
They’re not the words I was expecting to hear—or to say—this morning, but somehow they’re perfect.
Somehowheis perfect. And when I ran out of that wedding when Jordan told me he didn’t, I had no idea that I was running right into what would turn intothis.
CHAPTER 35: Dex Bradley
Not Very Traditional
Ainsley:Did you know Daddy Dex autocorrects to Daddy’s ex? Or Daddy Sex?
Me:I’ll be your sex daddy if you’ll be my slut.
I stare at the words as I send them. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I’d be sending a text like that to Ivy’s best friend, but here we are.
I head to morning practice and leave my phone in my locker. When I get out, I have a text from my father.
Thomas Bradley:Don’t forget about tomorrow. Did you get the keys?
Me:Yes, my doorman had them. I won’t forget.
I don’t want to go. I want to go home and spend the little free time I have with Ainsley and Jack. I want to continue to build upon the foundation we’ve set down.
But I don’t have much choice. My father likes to put me into positions where I’m forced to put the family first. The goddamn legacy.
I shove my phone back in my locker, and I think about how I still haven’t spoken to Madden about all this. And that’s why Idecide I’ll call him on my way home from practice. It’s late enough that I should catch him after practice.
I haven’t left the parking lot yet as I dial his number, and in fact I decide to sit right there in the parking lot to have this conversation.
“What the fuck do you want?” he answers, his standard greeting that comes off like a dickface but is actually kind of the way we tease one another.
“Just calling to check in on my favorite much older brother. How’s training camp going at your advanced age?”
He chuckles. “Knock it off with that. You’re only a couple years behind.”
“Yeah, and it’s been hell on these old knees. I can’t bend down like I used to.” And a big portion of my job happens to be bending down.
