Tank wasn’t suffering from the same problem. Which wasn’t as scary as it should be.
“I like that you see me in your future.”
“You’re not just in it, Mouse. You are it. So what do you think? Your place or mine?”
She shook her head. “You’re crazy.”
“Never denied that,” he shamelessly replied.
“Tell you what, why don’t we use Benny’s timeline? We’ll keep dating through the rest of the season and the summer, and we can revisit the living-together idea when training camp starts next year.”
“I’ll agree to the timeline, if you agree that we don’t revisit the idea. We enact it.”
McKenna thought she should argue the point, but she didn’t really want to. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he repeated excitedly. “Which place? Or should we just give up both and choose a new home together?”
She laughed. “Your place,” she replied. “It’s bigger than this one, with a hell of a lot better parking. It’s on the waterfront. And we’d be paying a mortgage, not rent. That’s a much smarter way to go.”
“The condo’s paid for,” he said. “So it’s already ours.”
She loved the way he used the pronoun ours.
“I’m glad you want to live there,” Tank continued. “I’d hate to move too far away from our boat.”
She blinked a few times. “You have a boat?”
He chuckled. “We have a boat. It’s docked at a marina a couple blocks down from our condo.”
“Ours, huh? I like the sound of that.”
Tank kissed her cheek. “So do I.”
Then it occurred to her, they’d been having this whole conversation with his dick still tucked inside her.
She started to move, but Tank tightened his grip on her ass. “Hold on,” was all he said, before he stood up. McKenna hastily wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist, giggling when he turned and carried her upstairs.
Of course, the giggling quickly gave way to moans, because Tank’s cock grew harder inside her with every step they took toward her bedroom.
By the time they reached her bed, he was fully erect and stretching her oh so tightly.
Tank placed her on the mattress on her back, coming over her. He kissed her. Just one long, slow, sensual kiss. And then he took her again, thrusting into her like a man possessed.
Which suited her just fine, because she’d never felt this wild and wicked and wanton.
“God!” she cried out, her orgasm striking hard.
Not that Tank acknowledged it. He fucked her through that one and straight into the next as McKenna saw literal stars. She’d blacked out the first time they had sex, and idiot that she was, she figured that was just a fluke, the result of a too-long abstinence.
Now, she was starting to think the blackouts might become a regular thing.
She gripped his shoulders tightly, gasping for air. Her body was on system overload, her pussy clenching over and over, her clit tingling out of control as Tank reached down to stroke it. She wasn’t sure she could survive another orgasm, but it didn’t look like Tank was going to give her a choice.
“I can’t…take…” she said, gasping. “Too much. Too goo—” The last word was cut off by a scream—God, she hoped her neighbors didn’t call the cops—as she came again.
Mercifully, Tank was with her this time, groaning out her name, his spine rigid as he pumped even more cum inside her.
Inside her.
