Scooping his hands under my back, he pushed us to the middle of the bed, driving into me with abandon. He was hitting me just right, his cock brushing that perfect spot inside me while getting the outside on the way in. All I could do was hold on for dear life as he gave me everything, squeezing his low back between my legs. He kept trying to say something but failed to get his words out.
“Kitty,” he warned.
“Yes, Guy. Go for me.”
“You. First,” he stuttered out, scraping his hands down to cup my ass for leverage, a move he knew drove me up the wall. I breathed out his name. “Do it for me, sweetheart. Come for me.”
And I was gone again, abs burning as I ground my pelvis into him. I came hard, lifting myself off the bed as I pressed my chest into his. He jerked inside me, pulsing and giving me everything he had as he kissed my neck, breathing hard.
“Kitty.”
“Guy.”
“I can’t stop coming,” he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Me either.” He collapsed on top of me, both of us still riding the waves of our orgasms.
“I don’t want to be without you anymore, Kitty. I love you toomuch,” he said, swallowing as he panted.
“Yeah,” I sighed, coming down from my high. He rolled off me and got a towel from his nightstand, sliding it under my butt and then pulling me to lay my head on his chest. His heart thumped under my ear.
It was so wonderful, yet there was something so sad about it all. We’d just be together for a few days, and then it would be over again. Back to life. Back to pretending like I was a whole person when he wasn’t around. Back to pretending like what we were doing was enough.
Chapter 24
Kitty
The day of Guy’s first regular season game with Seattle, we had breakfast together at his apartment. He was up way earlier than he needed to be for morning skate. I knew he had to be nervous as hell.
He made us omelets, dressed only in pajama pants hung low on his hips. I stood behind him while he cooked, keeping my hands on his skin as much as possible. We’d done plenty of reuniting the night before, not even making it to our dinner reservation. We ordered steak from the same place and ate it on his living room floor in our underwear. After we had our mini-feast, we got right back to exploring each other. In fact, I was sore in various places from all the activity. My abs were especially tired from workinghard on top. Still, I already wanted more at breakfast time. I’d do whatever he wanted, though. His body was the one that had to perform professionally that night.
“Nervous?”
“Shitting myself.” He laughed, but I knew he was serious. “Just the thing I’ve worked my whole life to do. No pressure.”
“You’re going to be awesome,” I told him. “Even if you only play for thirty seconds, I’ll be proud of you.”
He got a funny look on his face.
“Fine. Even if you’re a last-minute healthy scratch, I’ll be proud of you. They’ll want to show off their hot new rookie, though.”
Guy’s expression finally softened. “Thanks, Birdy.” He planted an everything-bagel-seasoning-flavored kiss on me. “What are you going to do while I’m at practice?”
“Probably just wander around your neighborhood, maybe work on some scripts I’ve been polishing for my portfolio. Have some of that famous Seattle coffee.”
We talked about my coursework, and how glad I was to be out of math.
“This new life is great, but I miss being there with you,” he admitted. “It’s hard wanting to do both.”
My stomach turned. I loved Guy so much, and I wanted to support him through all the changes he was going through. And yet doubts kept haunting me, that we weren’t doing ourselves any favors by distracting each other like we were. I ultimately couldn’t be there for him in the way that he needed, nor he for me. Our love was deep, but there was an undeniable strain in navigating the changes.
“It is hard,” I agreed, and left it at that. “Who am I sitting with at the game?”
“My buddy Branson’s girlfriend. I’ve only met her once, but he said she’d be happy to hang with you. She just moved here to be with him so she doesn’t have many friends.”
“Ah,” I said, masking my annoyance. I had strong feelings thatI didn’t belong among the WAGs, or wives and girlfriends. I had career ambitions beyond just supporting my player. That did nothing for the pile of doubts mounting in my head.
“I’m sure she’s great, even if she’s no Violet.” Guy cocked his head at me, seeing through my bullshit. “Give her a chance, Birdy.”
