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As my orgasm gets close, Declan pulls out of me and moves down, covering my pussy with his mouth as I fall over the edge.
He doesn’t stop after one orgasm. He pushes for another, until I’m chanting his name in a nonsensical string of sentences. “Declan. Oh, stop. Don’t stop.” and “You. Amazing. So good.”
When he pushes inside a second time, I am so ready for him. Nothing feels as good as when he’s inside me.
He slows his pace and says, “Look at me.”
My gaze snaps up to his. He pulls out almost completely, then inches back in, all the while staring down at me. “Say it.”
When I don’t immediately reply, he pulls back out. I whimper and a grin tugs at the corners of his lips.
“Say it, Jade.”
“We aren’t over.”
He slams into me. Pleasure twists his features as I cry out. “Not by a longshot.”
31
I’M NOT PLANNING ON DECKING ANYONE
DECLAN
In mid-September,training camp finally arrives. There’s a different air in the locker room already. Losing so close to holding up the Cup, has us all hungry and focused. Even the new guys seem to feel it.
I pull off my sweaty T-shirt and shorts and head for the shower. Today we finished up with a weight-training session that has my muscles quivering. I’m gonna be hurting later. Jade’s been taking care of me in the evenings with epic rubdowns that undo the knots, though the best part is that they usually (always) end in sex.
Things with us have been good. She’s still fighting with her mom, which I know has her uneasy, but she hasn’t picked any more fights or tried to leave. Though if she does, I’ll happily remind her that we aren’t done. There are so many more things I want to do and see with her.
For the first time ever, I’m starting the season eager but also excited for the little breaks where I can take her on vacation, make love to her on the beach or get cozy in a winter cabin. I’m even excited about Thanksgiving—a holiday I haven’t celebrated in years. Maybe I’ll invite the guys over to our house. Our house. I like the sound of it.
When I get out of the shower, Jack is sitting at his stall waiting for me.
“Hey.” He tips his chin in greeting. “Wanna grab a beer and look over some film from today’s scrimmage?”
“I can’t. Jade and I made plans to get dinner at that new Mexican place down the street.”
“I could eat.” He turns to Ash. “Do you want to get dinner with us?”
Fortunately, or unfortunately, I’m not sure yet, Jack is the only one that’s free. We swing by and pick up Jade, then head to the restaurant.
After we sit down at the table, I rest a hand on her thigh and lean close to kiss her temple. “He invited himself.”
She laughs lightly and her red hair catches the light. “I think your teammates are jealous you’re spending so much time with me.”
It’s my turn to chuckle. “Maybe so.”
Her phone rings in her purse, and when she looks at the screen, she sighs. “It’s work. I better make sure something isn’t wrong with my article. It needs to go to the printers tonight.”
“Go. I’ll order you a margarita.”
“A strawberry one,” she says, standing and putting the phone to her ear.
“You two seem happy,” Jack says when she’s gone.
“Things are good.”
“I’m glad.” He fiddles with a coaster on the table, then adds, “I don’t have to tell you that it was risky getting involved. Your contract might be secure, but I’ve seen less exciting drama than this take guys out. If people found out—”
