He tugs at his tie, undressing quickly before he descends on me. Trailing kisses up my calf and thigh, he crawls on top of me. The promise of unbound pleasure reverberates around us—so thick in the air, my hungry lungs inhale it eagerly.
“I need to fuck you. Hard. All night long.”
“Do it. I need you like that too.”
He’s on me, and all night long, I feel him inside of me, tearing me apart, building me back together, stretching and filling me, fucking me into sweet oblivion.
My moans and his groans create a symphony of pleasure while our bodies come together in a dance of passion.
I get lost in the land of euphoria, only to return and be in the arms of love.
THIRTY-TWO
IAN
Watchingher sleep next to me never gets old, and I breathe a contented sigh. It has been crazy good. But the secrecy needs to end and soon. No more hiding our relationship. I will claim her as my woman in public.
My game is back on top, and my relationship with Coach couldn’t be better.
When we went to the shelter to help last Tuesday, he called me “son” while squeezing my shoulder, pride and acceptance written all over his face. It felt like a milestone. Regardless of what I said, it feels good to have his approval.
I have been showing her vacation homes, wanting to buy one for us to use to escape the buzz of the city and enjoy our togetherness without dodging unwanted attention and hiding from prying eyes.
She chose a beach house not far away from here, and I called my real estate agent and bought it.
I brush my nose against her cheek and her face lights up in a radiant smile. What I feel for her owns me: heart, body, and mind.I wouldn’t want it any other way. She has been more than my best friend and a lover. She’s my partner, my anchor.
When I lose a game, she tries to cheer me up while also giving me a bit of space. She takes me for who I am, loves me for who I am—a flawed man who’s trying his best, an imperfect man who tries to be perfect for her. Not as the athlete, not as the star quarterback, but as a man—her man. Everything I have ever wished for and more lies next to me in our bed.
I whisper above her lips, “I have a surprise for you.”
I love surprising her. I love seeing her eyes widen, that sound of pure bliss slipping out of her luscious mouth. She rubs the sleep from her eyes.
Pulling herself up, she sees the bags at the foot of the bed. “Where did those come from? Where are we going? There’s only a few days left of your bye week.”
I grin. “You’ll see.”
It’s a quick drive up the coast. Regardless of where I finish my career, Southern California is where I will retire someday. Her father, her friends, and her business are here.
She claps her hands excitedly and rushes in and out of the bathroom. Squealing, she leaves chaos behind as she gets ready.
After a quick breakfast, we get in the car.
I park the car in front of the beach house, saying, “I bought it.”
She whips her head to me, blinking. “Really?”
“You loved this one the most.”
“Oh, Ian.” My name falls from her lips in rivulets of love, making my heart soar.
She climbs out of the SUV, taking in the white and glass villa perched on a small hill.
I unlock the door, and her feet pad softly on the polished floor toward the ocean that stretches behind the glass wall.
She places her palms on the glass, completely entranced by the view, while I am completely ensnared by her.
Lilly grabs my hand, and we pass the open kitchen with an oversized island in the middle. It’s painted in pale blues and grays.
