“Touch yourself. Pinch your nipples,” he ordered.
She did and felt him pushing up, harder and faster, both of them striving for completion.
“I wish I was coming inside you, no condom,” he confessed in a gritty voice as he lifted her up and down.
She slammed particularly hard and watched him come on a groan. Then he was touching her, and she joined him.
The ripples of contentment afterward made her sleepy, and she lay down on top of him, their bodies still joined.
He stroked circles on her back. “Just keeps getting better.”
“I know.” She fought a yawn. Before she knew it, she fell asleep.
Hours later, Mitch stared at the ceiling. He hadn’t slept—in a bed—with a woman since Danielle, his last girlfriend. And even then her presence had been intrusive, not welcomed. But ever a gentleman, he hadn’t wanted to have sex then kick her to the curb. Not at first. After two months of her namedropping and trying to use him to advance her modeling career, he’d broken ties.
Now, with Becca, who wanted nothing from him but pleasure, he felt at peace. A different kind of catharsis. It was far more than sexual, and that baffled him. He hadn’t known her all that long, and they’d only recently grown more involved. But damn if he couldn’t feel her deep inside him, as if she’d always been there.
Ever since he’d first laid eyes on her, he’d felt something.
He didn’t want to try to name it. Though Deacon had lied to get Becca to come to the house, Mitch thought his brother might actually be worried about him. Hell, Mitch was worried. He still had no compass to steer his way in this new Life After Football. Though he’d never admit it to anyone, he worried that maybe he had nothing else to offer than his ability to catch and run with a ball.
How pathetic was he?
Becca burrowed into his embrace, and he hugged her back, letting go of his tension.The smell of woman and flowers hit him hard, and then her curves pressed into him, reminding him he had a warm, willing woman in his arms.
He kissed her forehead, and she sighed his name.
A pang hit him, deep inside, and he wondered what it would be like to have her in his arms every night. She’d smile and tease him. He’d kiss and hug her tight, make love to her, and enjoy every second of it. His imagination stretched further to Simon just down the hall. Teenagers would run around the place, filling it with laughter. Mitch would wake up in the middle of the night to a baby crying, doing his best not to trip over the dog on his way to change a dirty diaper…
Whoa.A baby?
He stiffened, then forced himself to relax. The idea of family seemed to go hand-in-hand with the woman he couldn’t stop touching, he thought as he found himself stroking her soft back.
She had the smoothest, creamiest skin.
Mitch sighed, done for. When a woman had him thinking about babies and a future, it was time to move on. But he hadn’t gotten his fill of her yet, and fuck if he wanted to let her go anytime soon. It wasn’t as if she’d asked him for anything more than a pleasant time between the sheets.
And a bit of exclusivity. He smiled, recalling her jealousy. A ferocious little sweetie, his Becca.
His Becca.
“Stop thinking so hard,” she murmured and yawned against his chest. Then her clever fingers started moving south, followed by her mouth.
It didn’t take Mitch long to forget all about his problems and focus instead on Becca’s wondrous ability to use her mouth—and tongue—in all sorts of creative ways…
******
Friday afternoon, after a grueling practice, Simon stared at the closed door of the coach’s office. Most of the kids had already bolted for home, but Simon had asked a few friends, like his buddy, Felix, to stay back.
“Are you sure?” Felix asked, looking nervous.
“Yeah. I want to see what he’s made of. Come on. Everyone already knows you’re out of the closet.”
“Well, maybe. I mean, Coach Deacon doesn’t.”
“Seriously, man. Weallknow. You were kissing Scottie Pedersen last week. A dozen of us saw it.”
“You did?” Felix turned crimson.
