I kiss my love into her throat, along her shoulders, and over the slope of her breasts after I unclasp her bra. I prove how proud I am by getting on my knees, carefully tugging her jeans down her legs and helping her step out of her underwear then tugging her socks off so that she’s completely naked. I show my appreciation by laying her on the bed and licking at the very center of her until she’s pulling at my hair, begging me to make her come.
So I do. I rotate my wrist, crook my fingers inside her, stroking over that swollen and sensitive spot inside. The way she sighs my name never fails to send a ripple of goose bumps over my skin, and I give in to a shudder before latching my mouth on to her clit, letting her ride out her orgasm on my tongue and hand until she finally relaxes. I suck my fingers clean and then drop a line of kisses along the arches of her feet and calves. I massage her thighs and nuzzle the soft curve of her stomach.
“Six weeks,” I murmur as she combs her fingers through my hair.
“Six weeks until the championship.”
I nod. “Planning on going all the way to the end, winning it all, and then we’re going public. No more hiding.”
“No more hiding,” she agrees, and I lean over to kiss her mouth, though I don’t let her pull me down on top of her. Instead, I stand and strip out of my clothes. She watches as I stroke my hand over my hard length, and she is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. The way she lies in the middle of the mattress, hair splayed out, one hand by her throat, the other absently gliding back and forth across her thigh, legs spread open and waiting. The picture is both beautiful and lewd. Completely shameless. And I love it.
I love her.
“I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I say. “It’s a miracle.”
“I think the miracle is you having lube,” she says as I retrieve the bottle from the side table.
“Why is that a miracle?”
She welcomes me next to her on the bed, eyes bright with lust as I squeeze a dollop of the translucent gel out to spread over my cock. “You’re the only man I’ve been with who has it, uses it. Isn’t afraid to.”
“As much as I love hearing things you like about what I’m doing for you, I’d really prefer to avoid hearing about other men.”
She snorts an amused sound. “You and your delicate ego.”
“You got that fucking right.” I pull her up on top of me, positioning her knees on either side of my waist, and smooth my palms around her hips, urging her to grind herself over the length of my erection. “You’ve shattered my ego.”
She releases a pleased sound from the back of her throat and arches away from me. I cover her breasts with my hands, molding them, staring at where she moves over me, her pussy sliding along my cock. She rocks back and forth, and I know whenever she hits her clit from the way her breath hitches.
“You’re gonna have to do some work to build it back up,” Itell her, smiling when she shakes her head at me like I’m a nuisance. I nudge her to lift up so I can position the tip of my length at her entrance. “Show me how much you love me.”
She places her palms on my chest and angles her hips, slowly sinking back down, sheathing me with her wet heat. We both groan at how good it feels, how easy it is for her to move, rock on top of me with how slick we are. The sight of her finding her pleasure sends my own ecstasy skyrocketing. Adrenaline courses through my veins, igniting my skin. She works herself up and down, using her hands on my pecs to steady herself, and I can’t help myself at the delightful sway of her tits right in my face. I lean my head up, sucking one into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the tip, and she cries out, her inner walls clenching down on me.
“Oh fuck.” She hangs her head down like she can’t take it. Nails digging half-moons into my skin. I hope they’re permanent.
“Mm-hmm, that’s it.” I skate my hands from her waist down to her ass, helping her to move when she seems to lose it. I’m close too. “Come on, Riv. Get there.”
She does. A minute later, after I’ve laved both of her nipples to a shine, and she’s found a rhythm that has her breathing hard, eyes closed, low moans escaping her mouth.
As soon as I feel that flutter, I turn us so I’m on top and on my knees, her legs up and against my shoulders. I thrust into her once, twice, three times, and I’m coming inside her, panting.
I settle on top of her, between her legs, feeling the warm evidence of my orgasm leak out between her thighs, but I hold her tight so she can’t move quite yet. I place my head on her stomach, ear under her breastbone, her heartbeat a steady rhythm.
“I’m proud of you,” she whispers after a minute, and I shift, propping myself up on my elbows, so I can hear her better, her voice unencumbered when she says, “And I’ll be proud to tellmy brother we’re together, to tell anyone—everyone—that we’re together. That I’m yours and you’re mine.”
That shattered ego I joked about before? It’s actually unbreakable. As long as I have Nadine Rivera next to me, there is nothing and no one who can bring me down.
CHAPTER 30
NADINE
The roarof the crowd shakes the stadium as the clock ticks down the final seconds. I’m in the stands, heart pounding in my ears as I scream. Next to me, Paisley does too. Molly holds Kai tight to her in a carrier, making sure his earphones stay on while she hops up and down, cheering. As soon as the final whistle blows, the noise amplifies even louder. The Founders won the division on their home turf.
“They did it!” Molly shouts, eyes brimming with tears, and I nod, eyes fixed on the field where the team celebrates. My chest blooms with so much pride and joy, I can taste it.
It’s delicious revenge.
Down on the field, Camden throws his head back, arms out at his sides, hands fisted as he screams up at the sky like a feral animal. I feel it in my bones.
