He tugs me into him and captures my lips in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. The amount of passion he kisses me with takes my breath away.
“I had something to play for. I love you so much,” he breathes when he breaks the kiss.
“Is that right? What exactly did you have to play for?”
He growls into my neck and nips at my skin. Goose bumps rise and a chill runs through me. I can feel how hard he is as he pulls my body into his.
“You know what I was playing for. I’m not allowing you to back out of your promise, Zah. It’s all I’ve been thinking about all day.”
I laugh and shake my head. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about it too. I’m actually excited about trying for another baby.
Things will be so different this time. Bentley will be there with me, and our family will be a part of the entire process. I can never give them all back what they lost with Aaron, but this feels like something I need to do for our family and us.
“Is it okay if I take a shower?” I tease.
“Sure, take all the time you need. However, once I get my hands on you, you’re mine for the rest of the night,” he croons.
“Um, I’m not complaining at all. I love you. I’ll be right back.”
He dips his head and pecks my lips. Knowing if I stand here any longer, I’ll never get to my surprise, I turn and head into the bedroom of the suite. Grabbing my bag, I then retrieve the little outfit I placed inside with tonight in mind.
I won’t tell Bentley this, but I had decided I would let him get me pregnant again, whether he won or not. With a smile on my lips, I glide into the bathroom to freshen up. Game days can be superlong and exhausting.
This entire day was taxing, but I’m not going to allow that to ruin tonight. I make my way through a shower that does wonders to wake me up. Once out of the shower, I dress in the bra, panties, thigh highs, and garter set.
When I look in the mirror to take my scarf back off, I’m feeling myself. The knotless boho braids with the cornrows in the front look good on me. I figured they would be best for the busy weekend.
I flip them over to the left and smile at myself as I take one last once-over. I look sexy and happy. Swiping on some lip gloss to make my lips pop, I then head into the bedroom.
I turn on some music to play softly in the background. I made a little playlist before we flew out here. I’ve had this all planned out for weeks.
I climb onto the bed and settle into the middle of it. Leaning back on my palms, I push my breasts out and tilt my head to the side. I laugh to myself as anticipation buzzes through me.
“Hey, Bent, can you come here for a minute?” I call out.
It doesn’t take long for him to appear in the doorway. His eyes fill with lust as he takes me in. He runs his hand through the front of his hair and licks his lips. My smile grows as he slowly saunters fully into the room.
“You look so fucking amazing, Zah. You drive me crazy. You know that, right?”
I bite my lip and nod as I look at him through my lashes. I was hoping this would be the response I would get. The look in his eyes says it all; he’s going to fuck the shit out of me.
He unbuttons his shirt as he moves, tossing it to the floor as he gets to the foot of the bed. His jeans and socks are the next things to go. I sit watching this beautiful man bare himself to me.
His hard body is amazing. Airbrushing him couldn’t make him more perfect. The definition and chisel of every muscle speak to his dedication.
He has a few bruises on his right side from the game. I pout a little, hating that he got hurt. Catching my gaze on the area, he looks down and shrugs.
“Hazards of the job. I’m all good, baby. Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you senseless tonight.”
His words hit their mark. I begin to squirm on the bed as my juices start to flow. The hooded look on his face only turns me on more.
“Is that right?” I purr and spread my legs so he can see my panties are crotchless.
He groans and reaches for my ankles to drag me to him at the foot of the bed. I fall back with a little bounce. Once I’m where he wants me, he bends at the waist and leans in to devour me.
“Bentley,” I cry out as he works that amazing mouth on me.
My panting, moaning, and keening almost drowns out the sound of Michelle Morrone crooning the lyrics to “Feel It”. I bow off the bed, caving into myself as he consumes me.
