Page 91 of Forecheck
“Well, neither have I.”
“Maybe not, but you’ve spent your entire career mentally preparing for this possibility. You knew this could happen to you one day. I…”
How did I explain this to him in a way that didn’t make me seem needy and clingy? I’d always prided myself on being a strong, independent woman. Somehow, over the course of the five months I’d been with Brent, some of my stubbornness had ebbed away, making room for him, allowing him to bear some of my burdens. Loving him meant softening, compromising. Things I’d never been good at, but things I’d been trying—and, I think, succeeding at—for him.
Brent shifted to sitting and tucked a finger under my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. When he’d arrived home all those hours ago, his eyes had been so dark they were nearly black.Now, even in the dim, predawn light, I could see they’d cleared, returning to their normal bright blue. Eyes that, as long as they held mine, made me forget everything around me.
But the world continued to spin without us, and eventually, we’d have to face reality.
As much as he didn’t want to talk about this, I thought we needed to.
“What is it, baby?” He cupped my cheek, brushing a calloused thumb reassuringly over my soft skin. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful mind.”
Emotion clogged my throat, but I pushed past it. “I just got you,” I said quietly. “I don’t want to lose you now.”
“Berk…” Brent’s gaze softened, his tone full of affection. He pried the pillow from my hands and dragged me onto his lap, his hands coming to my hair, anchoring my head in place as he spoke his next words. “Listen to me very carefully, my love: you will not lose me. No matter what happens over the course of these next days, I will always be yours.” Gripping my hand in his, he placed my palm flat against his chest, and I felt his heart thump steadily beneath my touch. “This heart is yours forever.”
“But what if you do get traded? What do we do then?”
I’d done it. I’d spoken the taboo word into the space between us, and there was no taking it back.
I braced myself for his reaction, and when he spoke, it wasn’t at all what I’d expected.
“Would you come with me?” he blurted.
Stunned into silence, I didn’t respond for a long while.
Suddenly, I was reminded of the conversation I had with my brother on Christmas Eve. I’d promised Logan I wouldn’t go making decisions about my future with Brent in mind. But that was before. Now…now, everything was different, and my life without Brent, my life would’ve been darker.
“Yes,” I said. I waited for panic to overtake me, but I felt nothing but peace. The decision was as easy as breathing. “If you get traded, of course I’m coming with you. We’d have to do long distance while I finish my JD, but as soon as I graduate, I’m hopping on the first flight to wherever you are.”
Relocating would be difficult, and I didn’t even want to think about leaving my family or I’d start crying. But…I could survive anything as long as we were together.
Brent inhaled deeply when I finished speaking, and when he exhaled, I could tell he was much more relaxed.
“I can survive anything as long as you’re with me, Berk.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss to his chest. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
You Little Shit
I was having thehottest dream.
My cock was in Berkley’s mouth, her tongue, teeth, and hands slowly working me, driving me absolutely insane. I buried my fingers in her hair, holding her head in place as I lazily pumped my hips forward, branding the back of her throat with my tip. She swallowed around me, a quiet gag echoing through the room.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathed.
Pulling off with apop, she said, “Do that again.”
Distantly, I heard a phone ring, but I ignored it, too engrossed in this fantasy world to pay much attention to the real one playing out just beyond my conscious.
Berkley’s hand roughly worked me, and she said, “You gonna get that?”
“Hmm?”
“Your phone.”
“My…”
