Luca disappears and a minute later comes back sporting a stuffed dragon. “I thought maybe he could sleep with this little guy.”
Zeke reaches out for the dragon and cuddles it tight to his chest, shutting his eyes.
I pull the covers up around him, giving him one more kiss before shutting off the light and closing the bedroom door.
“That was really sweet of you, giving him that dragon.”
“I picked it up at the hotel gift shop last week at our away game.” Luca pulls me against him, his hips finding mine as he pins me against the wall, just outside Zeke’s bedroom door. “I’ve been dying to taste your lips again.”
My eyes close and I raise up, brushing my lips against his, needing him, wanting him, desiring forever with him.
He’s hungry, and his need is insatiable. He pulls me with him backward, toward our bedroom and then lifts me, my legs around his waist as he brings me into our bedroom, pressing me against the door, closing it behind us.
“I want to fuck you, princess.”
I don’t argue the nickname. Right now, he could call me anything and I’d oblige.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me and do as you’re told?”
“Yes,” I rasp, eyes shut, reveling in the feelings he stirs within me.
“Good girl.”
I moan, my body doing delicious things from just his words alone, and he carries me over to the mattress, laying me down on the plush material.
He releases his grasp of me, and I whimper in protest, missing his warmth. If he’s teasing me and decides to leave, as some retribution for the past, I’ll end him.
He stands at the edge of the bed, removes his shirt and then his pants.
He’s stunning and absolutely gorgeous, with his chiseled abs. His body is clearly that of an athlete, which just makes me feel slightly more insecure about my own self.
Luca leans down, pressing his body into mine, and I can feel his cock poking me. “You’re wearing too many clothes, princess. Do I have to do all the work tonight and undress you myself?”
A coy smile crosses my face. “I’d like that.”
He laughs. “I bet you would.”
“Get undressed and onto all fours.”
I quickly disrobe, and he smacks my ass the moment I’m naked. “Hey! What was that for?” I ask, my bottom his for the taking. I’m naked and feeling quite exposed and vulnerable on all fours, as he stands behind me.
“What isn’t it for?”
I glance over my shoulder at him, and he’s smirking. His hands smooth over my bottom before walloping it again.
“Oww! Quit spanking me.” I roll around onto my butt, which stings, but at least I’m seated and he can’t whack me again.
“Quit being a spoiled brat.” His gaze tightens, and I sit up on my knees.
“The only brat I see tonight is you.” I grab a pillow and smack him with it against his chest.
He barely moves, his body practically like iron against the soft material, and he raises an eyebrow. “Are you done bratting?”
“Is that even a word?” I choke out and wallop him again with the pillow.
He grabs it, this time stopping me, but it still manages to land a blow to his chest. However, he’s managed to steal the pillow, yanking it from my hands. He tosses it across the room. “Are you looking for a pillow fight? Because I’ll have you know I’m the reigning champion.”
I snort with laughter. “I bet you are.”
