And fuck if he isn’t my everything too.
“You’re doing so good, pretty-boy. Licking my cunt like that? Letting me ride this pretty face?” His moan rumbles through me like a vibrator right on my clit. Fuck, this is going to be over before I’ve even gotten started.
I reluctantly pull away, but just for a moment, while I reposition myself so I can give him some pleasure too.
“This is so goddamn hot. Why is this so hot?”
I steady myself, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest, realizing why this feels the way it does. “Remember when I said sex can be just a release, but when there’s an emotional connection, it’s so much more?That’swhy it’s so hot, JJ. This connection we have, the trust we have with one another, it makes everything better.”
“So you’re wiseandsexy? God, do I know how to pick ’em.”
“Yes, you do, pretty-boy. Now, finish me off while I suck the cum out of your cock.”
His hips buck. “Holy shit. You’re not gonna have to suck that long.”
And I don’t. The feeling of having him in my mouth, while he has me in his, is beyond euphoric. My core and my heart are both on fire knowing that this is real. That it’s special. And dare I even think that it could be forever?
It only takes a few moments before we both find our release. He thrusts into my mouth, each pulse a wave of pleasure as I swallow him down and shake uncontrollably above him. This connection we have—the physical attraction, the emotional resonance—my heart thrums, never having dreamed anything could be like this. And now I never want to let it go.
Once we’ve both recovered, I remove the scarf and cuffs and lie curled next to him, sharing a quiet moment as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
“Baby, I love you so much. I thought I was in love with you the first day I saw you, but that was nothing compared to how I feel about you now. You’re the queen of my fucking world, and I will worship the ground you walk on every day of my life.” He pulls me in for a kiss, our lips colliding once more. “Also, I’mofficially petitioning the league to change my number to sixty-nine, because that was fucking awesome.”
“You’ll always be sixty-nine to me, pretty-boy. Now, go shower. You have a game to win tonight.”
After he heads off to practice, I stumble into the kitchen to grab something to eat. I’m starting to wonder if the smile on my face was drawn on with a permanent marker since I can’t seem to wipe it off. I really hope our morning adventures don’t mess up his routine…cause itsureas hell was a nice addition to mine. As I open the fridge, my stomach begins to churn.Ugh.Why does it smell awful in here? Is it the pizza from the other night? It’s not that old; how can it be bad already?
I’ve never smelled something as awful as this, and my stomach curls in a way that lets me know it doesn’t like it either.
“Shit!” I groan, racing to the sink and throwing up.Dammit.I turn on the faucet to wash away the reminder of what just happened and splash cold water on my face.God, that hit fast.Bile threatens to rise again, remembering I threw up on the plane mid-flight the other night. Thankfully, I was already in the bathroom, so Chadd didn’t see. Or anyone else, for that matter.
My chest tightens. My breaths shortens.Fuck.I’ve been avoiding this. My knuckles go white at the edge of the sink. It has to be some sort of stomach bug. Right? I’m not…wait…am I? I quickly open my tracking app and see the message,three days late.
That’s nothing. I’ve been a few days late before. This is just a bug. Also, there’s no way in hell I can let Maggie be right about this. She’llneverlet me live it down. But I did promise her I’dbuy a test just in case. And I did—just to rule it out—but I never said I’dtakeit.
Fuck. I guess it’s time.
I dig in the bathroom cabinet for the box carefully hidden behind my tampons. Because who would ever look back there?Although Jordan doesn’t really seem scared of any of that stuff.If I needed them, he’d probably be calling me over the speaker phone in the store, asking if he should buy regular or super flow.
Reluctantly, I pull the test from the box and empty my bladder on the tiny stick.
I set it on the counter, picking at my cuticles.Five minutes.Five fucking minutes. I walk around the apartment and back. Surely, it’s done marinating.
“It’s only been thirty seconds?! Shit.” I groan watching the timer move slower than a sloth.
However, my heart races like my jet is headed down the runway for takeoff.I can’t take this.I’ve got to get out of here for a few minutes.
“Coffee…I need coffee,” I mumble.
I throw my shoes on and head to the shop across the street to get a nice, freshly brewed vanilla latte with almond milk. Since we fooled around this morning, Jordan was a little rushed, and I told him not to worry about making my latte. Coffee makes everything better and solves all of your problems, right? I mean, not that this is aproblem,problem. I’ve always wanted kids. It’s just…we haven’t been together that long.Does he even want kids?A pit forms in my stomach.Probably should have asked him that before I tied him up and sat on his face.
Well…coffee is for sure going to solve this problem. I’m going to come back after five minutes, and it’s going to be negative. One thousand percent negative.
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Walking into the arena for morning skate, I pull open the door right as someone else flies out. “Oh gosh! Sorry,” I say as they bump into me, both of us stumbling.
