Page 89 of Hidden Plays
He gasped as his powerful thrusts rammed me into the bed, our coupled bodies rocking with the force of his thrusts.
As tingling grew in my balls, my stomach tensed. “Babe, close. Fuck.” Wrapping my legs around his hips, I hooked my ankles and grabbed his flexing ass.
His panting breath puffed over my cheek as his thrusts grewerratic. “Close…” He fisted my sensitive cock and pumped while pistoning his hips.
A surge of pleasure swept from my cock to my toes and tingled in my scalp. As my entire body tensed with the force of my climax, I whimpered and cried out, wrapping my arms around his torso, clinging to him, cum spurting between us.
He pushed in deeply, held it, and dropped his mouth open, his brows furrowing with quick gasps. “Fuck, coming so hard, babe.” He thrust a few times more, the heat of his release filling me, and then he fell over me in a heap. “Jesus fuck, babe. I almost blacked out.”
“Yeah? Can’t have you passing out from great sex.” A chuckle rumbled in my chest, and I pushed my bangs from my face.
“Why not?” He cradled me with his forearms, his cheek resting on my chest. “Seriously though. Sex with you is better than I’ve ever had.” He kissed my shoulder.
“I’ve never had better either, than with you.” I gazed at my ceiling. Was it because he was a guy, or was it because it was him?Him.“JJ, you’ve shown me so much.” I hugged him and kissed his hair. “Today was such a shitshow, and you were unwavering through it all.”
He lifted to look deeply into my eyes. “And I’ll continue it. You deserve it, Holden.” He brushed his lips across my cheek and in my ear, whispered, “You’re it for me, babe. I don’t care what anyone says or how long we’ve been together. I know it. I feel it in my soul.” As he raised his head and his gaze crept back to mine, his eyes glistened. “Seeing you hurt today almost killed me. I’d do anything to take away your pain.” He bit his lip.
My eyes prickled. “JJ, I feel the same way. How is this possible?” In three months, he’d stolen every speck of my heart and soul.
“When you meet the one, you know it.” With a soft smirk, he kissed the tip of my nose.
“Agreed.” A broad smile stretched my lips. He made mehappy, even in the worst of times. If we’d been together through my injury, how much easier would it have been? His waning dick slipped from my ass. I knew what came next. “Shit, better clean up.”
“Yeah, don’t want to ruin your fancy sheets.” He snickered and climbed off me.
“Fancy? I bought these at Target. They were the cheapest ones.” Barking a laugh, I jumped from the bed and stepped into the hallway bathroom, flicking on the light, my naked reflection meeting me in the mirror.
“Then I guess we’re not worried about ruining them?” JJ stepped in behind me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and nuzzling my shoulder.
“No, I need to be frugal.” I placed a hand on his head, turning to kiss his cheek.
“Not when you move in with me.” His gaze met mine in the mirror. “After I get my NFL contract, you’re moving in with me.” His flaccid cock pressed against my crack. “Right? I mean, why not? Especially if we’re in another city.”
I’d agreed to work it out with him if he signed with a team in another state, but shit, I hadn’t thought about that. My heart danced against my ribcage. “Of course I’ll move in with you.” Twisting around, I hooked my arms around his neck. “After the things we just said to each other, why not?”
“Good.” He gave me a toe-curling kiss.
His cum slid down my inner thigh. Damn it, he was so distracting. “Okay, now I’m leaking.”
“That’s hot, babe, knowing my load is inside you.” He wrapped me even tighter, pressing another, harder kiss on my cheek. “God, I love you.”
NINETEEN
JORDAN (JJ)
The next morning, I left Holden to sleep while I rummaged around his kitchen, checking out what he had for breakfast food. So far, I’d found eggs and whole-grain bread. Yeah, it was eggs in a basket time, JJ style. Which meant I’d add the cheese slices I found in the refrigerator and serve it with salsa. Cheese and salsa made everything better, didn’t they?
I smirked as I set all the ingredients on the counter. We had nothing to do today besides watch a ball game, thanks to our schedule, which put the holiday weekend game day on a regular Saturday. We’d play the U of A in Tucson, and I’d be sure to bring the Territorial Cup home to Tempe.
After finding a frying pan, I set it on the glass stovetop and threw a few pats of butter into it. We weren’t doing healthy today. We were going for comfort. As the butter melted, I tore a hole in a slice of bread and set it in the pan, then cracked an egg into it. As the aroma of butter and eggs filled the air, I breathed it in and made a second round.
While the eggs and bread cooked, I set the dinette and made a carafe of coffee. My baby deserved the full treatment from me today, and I was happy to give it.
As I finished four sets of eggs in a blanket, melted in cheese, movement caught my eye.
Holden stood at the end of the kitchen, his hair a mop of tangled waves, sweats hanging low on his hips. “What are you doing?” He sniffed at the air, and a grin played over his lips.
“Making my baby breakfast.” I plated the food. “You’re just in time.” I brought the food to the table. “If you want some coffee, it’s already made.”
