“I wouldn’t say I’ve had a bad day.” Kieran sat next to her, the mattress dipping under his added weight. “Is that my shirt?”
Sammie flushed. She’d snatched it from his overnight bag after her shower, figuring she got to do things like that now. Whenever she wanted to.
“Still,” she said, weaving her fingers between his as she pointedly ignored his question. “Could have been better.”
He shrugged, then looked at her out of the corner of his eye. “I’ve got some ideas for how it still could be.”
Bingo.
Sammie grinned. The week since the Cats had won the championship had been a whirlwind, to say the least. Presshounding Kieran as Sammie spent most of her time working or making sure everything was in place for their planned weekend cleaning up the house. That hadn’t left them much time to evenseeeach other, let alonedoanything together.
“Oh?” Sammie asked, but she was already moving, already climbing into his lap. His shirt rode up around her hips, showing off her bare legs. Kieran’s gaze was on her tattoo, his fingers trailing the lines of it, following branch after branch to the many quotes written across her skin.
“I didn’t know this was where we would end up,” he said, voice low, soft, the words just for her. “When you came to me that night in the diner, I had no idea any of this would happen.”
“That just makes it all the more fun, yeah?” Sammie spread her palms over his chest pushing him back onto the bed.
Kieran arched a brow in thought. “I’m not a huge fan of unknowns.” Sammie frowned, then pinched one of his nipples.
“Ow!” He swatted her hand away. “I was kidding!”
“Can we break another rule?” she blurted, already shimmying out of her underwear. Kieran cocked his head to the side in question.
“Which one?”
Sammie flushed. “We’ve both been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone else since then, and I don’t actually have any condoms on me, but I have an IUD, and…”
Kieran’s brows raised as he watched her flounder.
“Sometimes I just want to be a Twinkie.”
He blinked. Twice.
“You know.” Sammie waved her hands in the air. “Cream filled?”
Kieran blinked a third time, then buried his face in his hands.
“Christ, Sammie,” he muttered, but she wassureshe felt his dick twitch under her ass.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” Kieran surged up, pulling Sammie to his chest. “Yes, apparently I will break each and every rule I have for you.”
That was good enough for Sammie. She kissed him, as they both worked to divest him of his shorts without breaking contact. Then she was sinking down onto his cock and letting out a sigh of relief. He felt so good, stretching her, filling her so completely. And as Kieran fell back, hair splaying out on the pillow they would later share, Sammie rocked her hips, watching him, drinking in his every reaction.
No rules. No cameras. Just them.
3 YEARS LATER
KIERAN WAS GLAD he’d decided he didn’t want his first time to be on camera. Especially now, considering he had moaned Sammie’s name at least eighteen times. It would have been a bitch to edit out of the audio.
The bed in their tiny room rocked against the wall as she thrust into him again.
“Fuck, Sammie,fuck.”
“Do you need me to stop?” Her hands were on his back, rubbing soothing circles over the skin there. Sammie sounded nearly as winded as he felt.
“Donotfucking stop.” Because Kieran was pretty sure he was about to cum untouched, if only she would just…
