“Logan, I’m—” She’s already close, I can feel it in the way she’s tightening around me.
“That’s it, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel it.” I slide one hand around to her belly, then over her mound, finding her clit again, and it’s so sensitive she shatters immediately.
The feeling of her pulsing around me, the sound of her pleasure, drags me into my release right along with her. I wrench out just in time to spill on the ground, my knees buckling, wrapping myself around her as we both shake through it.
I don’t want to let her go.
She starts to twist away, to straighten up. I hold on to her hips as she turns around, my jersey falling over my hands.
“You feel so good,” I whisper as I kiss her forehead. I mean the soft lushness of her ass, I mean the little shape of her, folding fully in against my chest. Mine to protect, mine to worship. But I also mean what we just did, too. She feels so good on me, aroundme, every damn time. Better than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Better than I ever imagined.
You feel like love, I want to say, but that’s not alley talk.
“I can’t believe we…” She laughs, breathless.
“We’re fine.” I cup her face and kiss her mouth softly. “Let me help you.”
I kneel and slide her panties up her thighs, followed by her jeans. Dressing her again, but only for as long as it will take us to get to her bed.
I almost tell her that I love her when we stumble down the hallway in her little house and I ricochet off the doorframe of her bedroom.
But then we’re kissing, and we’re naked, and she’s stroking me against her belly, until I’ve slicked her with enough precum that she scrambles for a condom so she can ride me.
You feel like love, I say with my eyes and my hands.
But I’m groping her lovely tits at the same time, so that would be crass.
And then she’s coming, an unexpected peak that steals my breath, and this time I don’t have to pull out, so I can snap my hips up, thrusting all the way into her belly, and lose myself in the release.
Feels like forever, too. Forever. That’s something to hang on to as I think about getting on an airplane tomorrow.There’s time later for the l-word. I’m still in the woo-ing my wife stage.
“Hey, so I wanted to ask you something…” She walks her fingers up my sweat-slicked chest once she’s tucked her naked little body in against my side. “Two things, actually.”
“Anything.”
“I want to meet your family before your sister’s wedding. We can’t springhey I’ve got a secret wifeon your familyatyour sister’s wedding.”
Startled, I laugh. “Fuck, yeah, of course not. We’ll work on the logistics. And it kind of depends on when you want more people to know…”
“Liz told Merry tonight. The bartender?”
“Oh, well ifMerryknows…” I tickle her side, then chuck her under the chin, notching her head up so she can see my face. “Are you coming around to the idea of people finding out that I honey trapped you in Vegas?”
“Stop.” She pushes up, resting her hands on my chest, then her chin on her hands. “But yes. Not until the season is over, because I couldn’t bear it if this turned into a drama while you’re chasing down a playoff spot.”
“It won’t be a drama.” I sink my hand into her hair, rubbing her scalp, wanting to make her purr. “What’s the other thing you want? Is it an on-demand car service because you shouldn’t have to take the train anywhere?”
“Didn’t your forty-eight hours here show you that taking a car anywhere is just as bad?” She sticks out her tongue. “That’s why I have a bike.”
“Great, now I’m having nightmares about you being sideswiped while on abicycle.”
Now it’s her turn to try to tickle me, but I’m not ticklish at all, and I also have fifty pounds of muscle on her, so I let her do her worst, then flip her onto her back and pin her down.
Breathlessly, she licks her lips as she stares up at me.
“You wanted to ask me something?” I prompt her again.
“Will you come to my graduation? I mean, unless you’re playing in the Cup Finals, of course. It’s the first week of June, and there’s a ceremony and I need to put in ticket requests forfamily, which until this week was going to be a big fat zero tickets needed, but?—”
