“That feel good, hon? Am I hitting it right?”
I expected her to respond with words, and all she could manage was a breathed “uh huh.” Her breath hitched.
“Can you put your other fingers in?” Her voice was so desperate and God, it was better than the night I caught her. Her nipples were drawn into tiny peaks, her low back miles off the bed, her lips tucked into her teeth and her eyes pinched shut. I slid my fingers just inside her, pulling back toward me.
“That it?”
“Yes, Ben. Holy shit. Keep going.”
I was positioned with my face at her hips, watching her writhe and cry. She didn’t even have words anymore, just frantic yelps.
“Ben, it’s—”
Like that, a jet of fluid shot out of her, a big spurt followed by smaller ones.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Fuck, you’re incredible.”
“I’m—” She dug her heels into the mattress and lifted her bottom, then her pussy contracted around my fingers. Jessie let out a scream as her body shook. I growled along with her, so fucking thrilled that she was coming that hard.
One thing was for sure: I’d be buying every toy on the market if it made her act like that. And a lot of changes of sheets. It would be worth every penny.
“There’s my girl,” I cooed, moving up to kiss her down from her high. “See? You can always tell me what you need. I’m here to help. We’re on the same team.”
“Your team might have something to say about that. I’m no good on ice,” she joked.
I laughed. “They’ll get over it.”
Chapter 35
Mikey
I had the thing I always wanted. I had a honey who cared about me.
The next few weeks were bliss. Jessie waited for me after weekend games. She laughed at my jokes and told great ones of her own. When I was home without a game, we had quiet dinners together in sweats. We had beers and talked about our days, sometimes at home, sometimes at the little neighborhood bar down the block. I loved the moment that she got home from work, because then I could smell her so strongly, a change in the air in the room. It’s not like she wore strong perfume or anything. It was just my Jessie.
Jessalyn actually cared what I thought about stuff. She snuck me cute texts during the workday and when I was on the road. I left her little treats before I left.
I went with Sorrento and his kids to the zoo on a day off when she had to work, and I ended up buying Jessie a stuffed animal. But I mean, it was an ocelot. I had to.
If you’d told College Mikey that I’d be voluntarily doing cute stuff for a woman... actually, I might have believed it. I always craved that connection. I just never let myself have it. I went for all the wrong kinds of girls for me, but that was fine, almost intentional. Whenever there was inevitable fallout, I wasunaffected. I protected myself from getting hurt by building up an “I don’t like you anyway” defense. I had fun for the moment while I knew deep down that they weren’t lasting connections. I didn’t want a future with them.
I most definitely wanted a long future with Jessalyn. It took some convincing for both of us, but we really were a good match.
After one particular road trip in late March, I got home after she’d gone to bed. Jessie is very dedicated to her pajama sets, but she went to bed naked for me that night. And yes, it wasforme. She sent me a string of racy texts to get me excited. And yeah, it worked.
But when I got home, she was completely knocked out. I had to laugh. She was taking up more than half the bed with one leg out of the sheets, one boob out, and snoring like an old man. When I lifted the sheets and confirmed that she was, in fact, naked, I tried lightly to wake her. After all, she’d talked a big game. She didn’t budge. I got ready for bed and crawled in next to her, hoping maybe I’d have better luck when she got home from work the next day.
I must have woken a little at her alarm because her butt pushed up against my hard cock.
“Welcome home, baby,” she cooed. “You up back there?”
“I am now. I missed you, hon.” I nestled my face in her neck.
“I could tell from your texts,” she giggled.
I slapped her butt and pulled her hips in tighter to me. “You were quite the Shakespeare yourself, Sweet Cheeks.”
“Yeah, sorry I wasn’t conscious when you got in last night. I didn’t even hear you.”
