Full of him.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as I rock my hips. “You’re so tight and wet,” he croaks, sitting up so that we’re chest to chest. His large, calloused hand slides behind my neck and guides me into a kiss.
I’ve never felt this close to another person in my entire life. It’s as if he’s reaching inside my body and touching my soul. We’re making love, and I want so badly to tell him that he owns my heart, but I don’t want to blurt it out during sex. Soon, I’ll tell him. Soon, I think, as his other hand slides between us and grazes my clit.
“Oh, yes. I’m close,” I pant against his lips.
“I need you to get there. Fast, baby. I can’t hang on much longer. You feel too good, too perfect,” he says, kissing me again.
His words hit their mark, and my orgasm explodes like a stick of dynamite inside my body. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through my veins as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he grunts as he releases inside me. His arms band around me in a tight embrace as we both catch our breath.
When we can both finally breathe, I climb off his lap, feeling the mixture of each of us dripping down my thighs. “I’m going to clean up. Don’t move.” I feel like this man is always taking care of me, and I want to be the one to take care of him tonight. I quickly take do my business, clean up, wet a cloth with warm water, and take it to him. He tries to take it from me, but I pull my hand away and clean him up. He’s still half hard but is fully erect by the time I’m finished.
“That’s the Sloane effect,” he teases as I leave him to toss the clothes into the hamper and turn off the bathroom light.
I crawl back into bed, and he pulls me into his arms. “You need me to help you with that?” I tease.
“No, baby. Let’s get some sleep,” he replies.
I’m warm, sated, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to claim me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Baker
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So far this season, we’re undefeated. That’s huge as we head into this game against the Georgia Badgers. They, too, are undefeated this season. Someone is going home with a hashmark in the loss column. I hope it’s not us.
The locker room is bustling with activity, music, and loud voices—normal for game day, especially for a game like this. I’m sitting in front of my locker, waiting for Sloane to text me and let me know that she and Camden made it to the stadium okay.
“Daddy Sin, you ready to kick some Badger ass today?” Landry asks, plopping down on the chair next to mine.
“You know it.” I hold my fist out for his, and we bump knuckles.
“Their defense is on fire this year,” Knox says, walking over to join our conversation.
“Yeah, but so is ours,” Cody Martin, our defensive back, chimes in.
The dude is built like a tank. He looks like a damn giant next to his wife, Holly. She used to work for the Rampage, so we saw them together often. She’s this tiny little thing, and he’s… not.
“We’re vibing, fellas,” Reid says with a nod.
None of us will say what we’re all thinking. We’re going for the big win again this year, bringing home the league championship, but saying it out loud might jinx us. Hell, I’m not even sure I should be thinking it.
My phone rings, and I see Sloane’s name flash across the screen. I block everyone out and answer. “Hey, babe, are you here?”
“No. Cam woke up from his nap fussy and feeling warm. I gave him a while to see if he was just groggy, but he’s still just lying around and wants to be held. We’re going to stay home and watch the game,” she tells me.
“Do you need anything? Does he have a fever?”
“According to the thermometer, low grade at ninety-nine, but his little cheeks are flushed, and he just wants me to hold him,” she explains. “Cam, baby, Daddy’s on the phone. Do you want to say hi?” she asks. “Hold on, Baker. Let me put you on speaker.”
I hear rustling, then, “Daddy, hi,” Camden says, his voice soft.
“Hey, little man. I’m sorry you don’t feel well.” I hate that he’s sick, but kids get sick. I understand that. I also know that I wouldn’t want anyone but Sloane there to care for him. Mrs. Ward was great. She was grandmotherly, but her affection toward him, and the affection Sloane shows him, is different, and I’m glad she’s there for my boy.
