I pick up the pace, pushing into her faster and gripping onto her hips to keep her still beneath me. I grab the pillow from the top of the bed and use it to elevate her hips a bit. I want to be so deep inside of this woman right now. The angle that I’m taking her at feels like heaven. I can already feel her tightening around me as I keep pounding in and out harder and harder. The only sounds in the room are the slapping of skin and moans coming from both of us.
I finish inside of her quickly and hold her so tightly that I never want to let go. We lie there side by side and I play with her hair while she is curled against me.
“This is the perfect ending to the perfect day,” she says, grinning up at me.
“I would agree with that,” I say, leaning over and kissing the top of her head. “Just think if you wouldn’t have been so angry with me, we could have been doing things like this after every away game. Hell, even all of the home games.” I give her a squeeze. “So much wasted time.”
She looks over at me and shakes her head. “No, it’s not about wasted time. So much trust that needed to be rebuilt before we could come back to this moment.”
I nod. “You’re right, there was. I’m just glad that I have you here with me now.”
“Me too.”
I stare at her for a moment. “I really do think that we can make this work, Hendrix. I’m going to find to a way to not leave the Blaze and still be with you. We’ll figure this out. That much I can promise you.”
She sighs heavily. “I don’t want to talk about that tonight, okay? I want to stay here with you in this little bubble.”
I nod. “I can do that. But I do have a question to ask you.”
She stiffens. “What?”
“Will you accompany me to this charity thing that I have to go to with my family? It’s like a silent auction type of event. No sit-down dinner so you won’t have to be at the same table with my father. Just in the same room. But we can avoid him. Trust me, I’m not the son he likes to hang out with during these events. I’ll protect you from him and keep you safe,” I promise her.
“Would I have to wear a dress?”
I chuckle. “You would. It’s a gala.”
“Oh, so this is super fancy?” she asks me.
“It is. I’ll be in a tux.”
She rolls onto her stomach so that she can look me in the eyes. “I think I like the sound of seeing you in a tux. I might just have to go for that reason alone.”
I reach down and pinch her ass. “Do you need a dress or is that something that you would have?” I ask her, not wanting to assume anything.
“I have something that I can wear. It’s from a formal event I had to attend in college,” she explains. “It’s a red dress that Ithink you might like. It’s long, though, is that okay? Or should it be more cocktail?”
“No, long would be good,” I tell her. “So, for this college formal thing that you had to go to, did you have a date or anything?” I ask her.
She giggles. “Are you jealous?”
“If anyone who got to see you all dressed up like that? Yes, Hen, I am jealous of anyone who would get to see you like that. I remember when we were in college, I tried to take you our freshman year, but you refused to go with me. Something about not wanting to be all dressed up, even though I knew that you would look so beautiful,” I tell her, staring at her with a lazy smile crossing my face.
She nods. “I remember. But I only went back in college because the soccer team made the formal mandatory, so I had to go. And I went with the rest of the team. I had no date, August.”
I nod. “Did you ever date anyone in college?”
She giggles. “Do you really want to know?”
I swallow. “I think so.”
“I think it doesn’t matter. I went on a few dates, with no one who really mattered, August. You forget that I saw all the times you took so many women home from the bar. But I’m not asking you any of these questions.”
“You’re right, you’re not. I was just curious.” I say, pulling her up to me so that her head is resting on my chest. “I was just curious what your life was like without me in it, I guess. And no, it’s not fair that I took all those women home in front of you. That wasn’t fair. But in my defense, I was pretty sure that you hated me and that I would never be here like this with you.”
“I didn’t think so either,” she admits with a shrug. “But if you’re asking me how affected I was when you left college, I would imagine that it was the same type of hell or half-life you were living in, August.” She wraps her arm around me. “We wereboth hurting for the other and somehow we both managed to find our way here. And I’m grateful for that.”
I nod and lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I’m done talking to her about this tonight. I’d rather show her just how much I missed her and how happy I am that she’s lying here in this bed with me.
