As she came down from her climax, I climbed up her body, reached into the drawer of the nightstand, and extracted a condom. Before she’d caught her breath, I was suited up and positioning myself at her center. “Catch your breath quick, babe. The fourth quarter is about to start.” Leaning in close, I whispered, “I’m going for the tie.”
I heard the smile in her voice. “So we both win.”
“Exactly.”
In one smooth thrust, I sheathed myself all the way to my balls. Gripping my shoulders, she pulled me down for a long, wet kiss, giving me no other option but to start moving. Initially, her hips kept time with my thrusts, but after the first two rounds, we were both too keyed up for slow, easy lovemaking. In seconds, I’d pushed up on my knees, my hands wrapped around her hips as I pounded into her. Scoring her nails over my thighs, she urged me on.
“More, Finn. More. Please. Harder,” she pleaded. Then a long “Yeesss!” ripped from her throat on a scream as her walls clamped down on me.
My own orgasm sizzled down my spine like lightning, my body going rigid with a release that went on and on and on. A couple of involuntary thrusts followed, and Chess’s body went nuts around mine, pulsing and squeezing, and driving me straight out of my head.
It took more than minute for the two of us to come down from the most epic sex in the world. I’d thought the first time we were together was the best I’d ever had, but every time with her was better than the last. At the rate we were going, I was headed toward a massive explosion. I grinned against her skin. If that was a biological possibility, I’d die a happy man.
After I rolled off her to dispose of the condom, I snuggled her close, pillowing her head on my chest. “I like this game,” I said as I kissed her hair.
“What game?” she asked, her voice sounding faraway, like she was on the edge of dropping off to sleep.
“The showing each other how much we love each other game.”
She pressed a kiss to my pec. “Me too. I could keep playing it forever.”
“That’s a great idea.”
Epilogue
Chessly
Following the secondscrimmage of spring football, Finn cemented his spot in the starting lineup. His enthusiasm for his senior year was more contagious than a virus, and I couldn’t wait for fall to sit in the stands and cheer my lungs out for him. On the Friday before finals, he found me in Hillman and dragged me upstairs to an out-of-the-way study carrell on the third floor.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” I asked.
He answered by pulling me down onto his lap. “Had some news you needed to hear.”
My brows came together. “It couldn’t wait till tonight?”
His eyes sparkled. “I wanted to be the first to tell you.” He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind my ear. The pad of his thumb ghosting over the shell of it drew a shiver, and he grinned. “I just came from Coach’s office. Besides the fact I’ll be a team captain in the fall—”
I squealed in delight. “That’s awesome! You deserve that so much.” I planted a congratulatory kiss on his mouth that drew a groan from him.
“Mmm, hold that thought.” He stared at my lips in a way that made me question who he was talking to—me or himself. “That’s not the biggest news.”
“What could be bigger news than that?”
“Coach met with the college president. Tory Miller has caused enough trouble at Mountain State. She’s going to be strongly encouraged to transfer.”
His wickedly delighted smirk threw me. I had no idea Finn had a vindictive streak.
“But what about her dad’s money? Doesn’t the team need it?”
He shrugged. “Someone else stepped in to take up the slack. But that doesn’t matter.” Tugging me closer, he said, “After this semester, none of us will have to look over our shoulder for whatever trouble that woman is in the mood to cause.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I can’t think of anyone who will miss her, which is sad.”
He pulled a face.
