Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, lashing against my clit one last time, and then goes into the drawer and fishes out a green rubber ring. He glances at me and blushes.
“You okay there, Aarons?” I cock my head to the side, feeling very naked, and draw the blanket to my chest.
He stares at me with an endearing smirk. “Just imprinting this moment into my memory. Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He leans in and presses a slow, savoring, worshipping kiss on my lips before pulling away and rubbing the back of his head. “I uh.”
Anxiety roils in the pit of my stomach, but it doesn’t feel like it belongs to me.
“Are you nervous?
“You’re still very intimidating if you hadn’t noticed.” His cheeks burn a brighter red.
“My poor baby, come here.” I smile, crooking my finger in that come hither manner.
He climbs over me, handing me a condom and the rubber ring, and I slide both over the length of his erection.
He takes a water-based lube and ensures I’m good and ready before slowly pushing in. “Okay?” he asks, watching my expression with a wary one of his own.
I bite my bottom lip and hum an “mhm,” sighing as the pressure fills me.
“Iamyours, you know.” He brushes my hair out of my face and lays a soft kiss on my lips with a thrust of his hips.
It takes a second for me to adjust to the fill of him, to the pressure, but when I hear those words, I know I can’t hold back anymore. “Don’t be gentle,” I whisper. “I’m begging you.”
And that’s all it takes for him to lose it on me and melt away any sign of the controlled, pretentious man I’ve sparred with for the last two years. With each pump inside of me, Seth grows increasingly unguarded. He captures my mouth with his like he’s a man starved.
His finger finds my clit again, and I tighten until I’m screaming and fairly sure I’m about to have the strongest orgasm of my entire life.
He writhes on top of me, shuddering with a “fuck,” his pumps becoming sloppier and sloppier until neither of us can handle it anymore. I claw into his back and let out an earth-shattering scream I’m sure frightened the winter birds in the tree outside, and Seth releases, collapsing against my chest with a chuckle.
“What.” I push his shoulder as he buries his lips into my neck and catches his breath. “It’s not nice to laugh at someone after you have sex with them.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just. Fuck, you’re a loud one.” He teases.
“Yeah, but you’re mine.” I beam, equally breathless. “Now let me go pee, and maybe you can be a good little sub for once.” I pat his cheek.
“Yes, Ms. Finch, I suppose I could do that.” He flutters his inky eyelashes at me, and I snort.
Getting out of bed, I squeeze my thighs together and walk to the bathroom attached to my room. Passing my dresser, I catch a glimpse of the hourglass Ellie gave me, the snow inside swirling like a blizzard. A pang of guilt tightens in my chest. I’m not going to use the ten minutes anymore, but I still owe Seth that story. Soon.
I don’t want to mess up our little slice of heaven.
Chapter nineteen
Love, Actually
Seth
“Youdon’tlikeit.”Maddie frowns, her eyes moving down a clean version of my jersey, falling so it hits just below her ass.
My stomach twists itself into knots.
I was never one to be encumbered with pre-game nerves, a fact that translated to this world when I played one of the biggest bowl games of the year with a clear head and steady hands. But now, in my hotel room, I can’t stop my hand from tremoring. I try to draw moisture to my throat as Maddie’s figure grows more self-conscious by the minute. “No, it’s not that.”
“I just thought where this is our last day, and you seemed to enjoy the whole being quarterback thing, that this might be special. I mean, Connor—not that I mean to bring him up—but he liked it when I did this. But I can feel you, and I know I messed up somehow. I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll take it off.” She twists her fingers in the hem of the jersey.
I want to stop her, tell her that it’s a lovely jersey and that in any other instance, I would fling her over my shoulder and slam her on the bed, but I can’t, not today. Because Maddie’s right, if what Ellie said to me, and it seems her as well, is correct, we’re going back to the real world tomorrow. A world where the only thing to my name is massive student loan debt. I’m not the star quarterback I used to be or have been here, and I’m anxious that Maddie doesn’t understand that. And I’m still trying not to read too into the fact that she didn't give me an answer when I mentioned us doing whatever this is in the real world. I’ve been left because I didn’t carry that status anymore, and what I had with Kennedy has nothing on the bond that’s developed between Maddie and me.
I don’t know that I’ll be able to handle it if I’m not enough for her anymore.
