I pushed off the mattress and swung my legs over the side.
“Come on, Em. Five more minutes.”
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back, burying his head into the crook of my neck.
“Jesse, you have to get up.”
“But I am up,” he rasped, pressing his hand against my stomach and pushing me flush to his body—and closer to the poke at my back.
“No more of that. That’s why we went to bed too late when we had to be up early.” I groaned into the pillow when he drifted his hand up my stomach and cupped my breast, tracing my now-rigid nipple with his thumb.
“I can’t help it if the coach I’m working for is hot.” He swiped the hair off my neck and dragged kisses over my nape. “I promise, I’m here to serve you. I’ll be your good boy later if you’ll be my good fucking girl now.”
I fisted the sheets as he traced slow, torturous circles around my clit.
“Now, that’s averygood girl. Spread a little more for me. That’s it.”
I whimpered as he slipped a finger inside, trying to watch the clock next to the bed as my boyfriend drove me out of my mind.
We’d moved in together right after I’d returned from California. I worked out of the spare room, loving the novelty of an office with a door, and lined the living room wall with new and old bookcases. Everything was so perfect, and it was hard to imagine a time I’d been terrified to move too fast with Jesse.
We’d all come a long way. Jesse had mostly reconciled with the grief he’d always have when it came to his sister, and Maddie was thriving, despite having the occasional sad day when we’d hit a new milestone without her mother. She’d grown almost a head taller since last season and couldn’t wait to get back on the field.
I was excited too—if we ever made it there.
My mother adored Jesse now, and it was still so strange to watch. She hadn’t even pushed marriage too much after we’d moved in together, other than the occasional comment on showing Maddie a good example “whenever you decide that’s what you want.”
I’d marry him in a heartbeat, but I would also be content with just getting to keep him for the rest of my life. What we had transcended time and pieces of paper.
Jesse slid inside me with one thrust, moving back and forth in a slow rhythm before yanking me closer and picking up the pace, plowing into me so hard the mattress squeaked. Hecovered my mouth when I let go of a loud moan, muttering curses and dirty words of praise that almost made me forget my own name or where I had to be today.
“Come, baby. Let me feel you.”
I buried my head into the pillow and let out a muffled whimper as my release crashed over me. Jesse grunted as he spilled into me, his breath slowing against my back as he gripped me tighter.
“I can help you in all sorts of ways, Coach Emily.” He kissed my shoulder. “I told you. I’m here to serve you today.”
I rolled over on my back and smoothed the hair off Jesse’s damp forehead. I was about to bring him in for a kiss before we jumped at a knock on the door.
“Hey, I thought we had to get to the field early.”
“She’s like our own little alarm clock and stopwatch all at once,” I whispered to Jesse.
“Just like her mother more and more every day.” He groaned and stood from the bed. “I’ll take a shower first. Alone, or we’ll never go anywhere.”
The game was the usual happy chaos. A handful of new kids who hadn’t played soccer at all before had signed up this year. The other team seemed just as green, and the ball went everywhere but in a straight line to the goal for most of the game. We’d barely won, but the kids seemed too exhausted to care either way.
“This takes me back,” my mother said. For some reason, she’d insisted on coming to our first game and had arrived with Jesse’s parents.
“I’m sure it does. You and Grandma and Grandpa came to every game.”
“Of course we did.” She gingerly stood from her folding chair. “You were our pride and joy.”
“Grandpa died thinking I’d go pro.” I shrugged as I packed up what I now called my coaching bag.
“They both died knowing you’d make them proud. And you have.” My mother’s eyes filled with tears as she clutched my biceps. I’d seen my mother cry exactly three times in my life. I’d been the sap, not her, so to hear her voice crack unnerved me.
I kissed her cheek. “Thanks, Mom.”
