Page 66 of Tangled Up In You
After we’d gotten back to the room the night before, we’d made love again before sitting out on the balcony and talking more about what we’d started to at dinner. He seemed set on moving to Willow. And it wasn’t as if he couldn’t still play football if he moved there. He’d be gone a lot, sure, but we’d make the time when he was able to come home worth it.
He could keep his luxurious house in Overland Park to stay when he had to be in Kansas City, and during his offseason he could stay in Willow, with both of us flying back and forth in between to see each other, even if it was just for a weekend. That way, he could still do what he loved, and we could be together.
A compromise, which was important in order to make relationships work.
I tried not to obsess over the fact that there’d be more days Ididn’tsee him than days that I did, with the exception of his offseason which lasted three months. Four tops. I tried not to think about his side of the bed being cold because he wasn’t lying beside me during most nights in the summer, fall, and some of winter.
I knew Corbin was awake when his breathing changed, and his arms tightened around me. He pressed a kiss to my nape before slowly moving his hips forward.
I grinned against the pillow. “Good morning.”
In one swift movement, Corbin moved me onto my stomach and pushed my legs apart with his knee, lying on top of me. His hard dick poked against my ass, causing my own to stiffen. Morning sex was like a ritual with us. It’d been that way when we were teenagers, and it was still the case.
I pushed backward, rubbing my ass on his cock. Teasing him.
Corbin growled before biting at the back of my neck. “I’m gonna fuck you into this mattress. Would you like that?”
God. I loved when he talked like that. He had a passionate love making side, and then he had a wild, animalistic, rough fucking side that thrilled me just as much.
I felt his weight shift off me as he leaned over to the bedside table, but then he was back in place and running a lubed finger across my hole. I was still a little stretched from the night before, so it didn’t take him long to get me ready and aching for the rest of him.
“Fuuuck,” he said on a breathy gasp as he breached me. He gripped the front of my hip and propped me up an inch or so on the bed before moving farther.
It stung a little before I moaned with the pleasure of it, of being filled so completely.
I hung my head forward on the pillow, but Corbin wasn’t having that. He grabbed a handful of my dark hair and pulled my head back up before gently grabbing my throat, still fucking me. I braced myself on the dipping mattress with my other arm and shifted more to my knees.
“Mmm. Fuck me, Cor.” The feel of him driving into me was intoxicating. I needed more. I needed all he had to offer. “Harder.”
My dick hardened even more as Corbin fucked me deeper. I reached down and started jerking myself. I groaned as I worked my tip, taking the pre-cum and adding it to the mix as I stroked my pulsing shaft.
“I love when you touch yourself,” he grunted in the sexiest lust driven tone, holding me in place as he glided in and out of my tight heat.
Corbin quickened his pace when my moans became a slur of unintelligible words. His groans added to the chorus of mine, and his balls slapped against my ass faster. When he gripped both sides of my hips and pounded into me harder, the hold on my orgasm slipped and I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me.
His fingers dug into my sides as he began to lose his rhythm. “God damn, Hunter. I—” His words were cut off by a drawn-out moan as he began empting his load inside me.
Corbin collapsed beside me on the bed before pulling me back into his arms. We lay there, trying to catch our breaths and come down from the clouds he’d shot us to.
“Nowthat’swhat I call a good morning wake-up call,” he said in a husky tone.
I laughed. “You’re such a dork.”
“You love me, though.” He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder blade, letting his lips linger on my skin a moment before pulling away.
“Yeah, I do.” I flipped to my other side, watching as he got off the bed and walked toward the bathroom, still butt ass naked and sexy as hell. “What time is the shoot today?”
“Noon-ish,” he answered as he opened the closet and grabbed a shirt and shorts. His gray eyes focused on me as a sly grin spread across his too handsome face. “Wanna take a shower?”
I looked at the clock by the bed. “It’s already after ten. If we get in that shower together, there’s no way you’ll be on time.”
“Fine,” he said with a pout before walking into the bathroom, leaving the door open. The shower started seconds later, and I heard the water hit the curtain as he stepped inside the tub. “Hey, Hunt?”
“Yeah?” I stayed on the bed, not wanting to let go of the post-orgasm haze just yet.
“I want you to meet Veronica before the shoot,” he said, and I didn’t miss the hesitance in his voice. “That way when we’re shooting together, you’ll know it’s just work…and not…well, you know.”
I’d tried to put it out of my mind that their photoshoot would more than likely be very intimate, but having him basically verify it caused that damn spike of jealousy again. I’d thought I would just stay in the hotel while he worked and just see him after. But he really wanted me to go, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
