“Gonna come,” I gritted through clamped teeth, and then I blew all over the smooth skin of her belly.
She continued to jack me through it until I covered her hands with mine.
“Fuck, Taryn.” I dropped my forehead to rest on hers as both of us stared at where I’d marked her as mine.
As her breathing evened out, she said, “I see your point about sex being more than penetration.”
I huffed out a laugh. “You’re incredible, T. Abso-fucking-lutely incredible. I’m so fucking lucky.” Letting her go, I added, “Don’t move.”
A minute later I returned from the bathroom with a warm washcloth. Taking my time, I wiped away the evidence of my incredible luck from her belly.
Together we turned down the covers and crawled into bed beside each other. Though my feet hung over the end of the bed when I stretched out on it, I liked that the size of it meant no matter how we lay, we were touching each other.
Tucking her under my arm, I brushed a kiss over her temple and whispered, “Today has been a best day ever. Because of you.”
She cuddled in closer. “I—Good night, Danny.”
After last week’s game when both Taryn and I had sensed the shift in our relationship, I’d had trouble keeping my mind on all the other things demanding my attention. Coach had ratcheted up the intensity in practice as we prepared for the second round in the playoffs. The winding down of the semester meant quizzes and projects leading to finals. Plus, I needed a little extra for Christmas, so I’d picked up a couple more shifts at the tire shop. All of which meant I ran out of time to spend with my girl.
When Saturday morning rolled around, I wasn’t as rested as I had been when I’d spent the night before the game sleeping in Taryn’s bed. She’d texted that her family would be joining her for breakfast before the early-afternoon game, and everyone was super-excited to watch me play. It almost made up for the fact that, other than a five-minute call on Thanksgiving, the captain hadn’t checked in with me even once during the entire semester.
Then right as I was walking out the door of the house with my roommates to head to the facility, my phone buzzed a call. As I slid into the passenger seat of Finn’s truck, I picked up.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Hello, Danny! I wanted to wish you good luck in your game today.”
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“You were magnificent last week. We watched the game on the Internet.”
I chuckled. “That’s cool. I’m glad you could catch it.”
“Your little brother is running around the house in your jersey and driving me nuts. He can’t wait for today’s game to start.”
“It means a lot that you’re watching.”
“I wish I could watch you in person.” She sounded genuinely down about missing it. “But at least we’ll see you at Christmas.”
“Yeah, Mom. Hey, we’re on our way in to get ready for the game. I’ll talk to you later if that’s okay.”
“Oh, sure, sure. I just wanted you to know how proud of you I am and how excited we all are to watch you play today. Love you, Danny.”
“Love you too, Mom.”
As I slid my phone back into my pocket, I caught Finn’s smirk. “What?”
“You got one too, huh?”
“A mom? Yeah. Like everyone else.” I chuckled.
“Nah. A mom who thinks you can’t play unless she reminds you how awesome you are on game day.” He wheeled his truck through the gates to the team parking lot and pulled into a spot beside Callahan’s pickup.
“It’s a new thing for us.” I shrugged. “But it’s nice.”
We slammed the doors to his truck simultaneously and headed into the facility.
“I gotta admit, I like the mom texts on game days. She sends them even when I’ve just had breakfast with her.” Finn grinned.
