Swear to fuck, I will if I have to.
“Cooper,” she pants.
That’s my cue.
I slip my hands under her panties, and in one smooth motion, I have her completely naked, on her back on my bed, while I snag the condom from under my pillow and roll it on.
Her eyes widen slightly, but I capture her lips before she can say what she’s clearly thinking.
You’re good at that.
You’ve obviously had a lot of practice.
None of the rest of it matters. I don’t want to think aboutpractice.
I only want to think about Waverly.
Here.
Right now.
In my bed.
Kissing me back, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me into her slick, bare pussy.
She shivers. Goosebumps race across her skin.
Ishiver. Goosebumps race acrossmyskin.
Being wrapped up in Waverly feels like being home.
“This,” she says, tilting her hips and taking me deeper. “This turns me on.”
Our gazes lock.
I want to look away. I don’t know if she can see how desperately I want to hold onto this moment for eternity, and I don’t want to know if this one moment is honestly all she wants from me.
I don’t want to know if she’s giving me a pity fuck so that I can play ball good tomorrow.
I don’t want to know if she’s giving me the revenge fuck of a lifetime and will ghost me tomorrow.
I do want to be here. With her. In this one, perfect, holding-nothing-back moment.
“You turn me on.” Jesus. My voice is raw. I can’t hide anything from her.
She flexes her hips, our rhythm coming naturally as I slide out of her and thrust back inside, one of her eyelids closing and the other eye crossing when I find that magic spot deep inside her.
“You are so good at this,” she murmurs.
Wow, you’ve had a lot of practice, Coop.Appreciate it.
I mentally swat the voice away, but it won’t completely disappear.
“I like you for more than baseball,” I gasp as I drive inside her again.
She tightens her pussy around me. “You—so—more.”
I can’t.
