Without breaking away, he carries me to the bed. He drops me onto it, then quickly undresses. “You gotta be quiet, baby. Gotta promise me I’m the only one who gets your sounds.”
“Only you,” I vow.
He sucks in a breath and pauses like my words are grounding him. But then he’s on me, his weight settling over me. Then he presses inside me in one thrust.
My toes curl into the bed, searching for purchase as he steals my breath. “So good,” I mumble. “So fucking good.”
“Where’s the piercing, Adeline?” he rumbles as he lifts his chest up, still seated deep inside me but no longer pressed against my hot, needy skin. He scours the space between us, as if he somehow missed it before.
“Do you really think I’d get my tits pierced mid-season? Can you imagine the chaffing?”
He chuckles and pulls out, leaving just his tip inside me, and studies the place we’re joined. His abs ripple under the strain as he holds himself still. “Not your clit either,” he murmurs.
A surprised laugh escapes me. Did he really think I’d do that? Lips twitching, I pull my hair back. “I got my cartilage pierced. Jesus, Hanson.”
The man lights up as he studies the small silver triangle I picked out because it matches his tattoo. “I like it,” he mumbles.
“I like you.” I grip his ass cheeks and pull him against me now that he’s properly explored all the space between us.
“But I wouldn’t be opposed to any other piercings you might be interested in during the off season,” he says, thrusting deep.
I smile, moaning. “No?”
Looming over me, he ghosts his lips over mine. “No. Then again, I like everything about you, Adeline Langfield. Pierced, unpierced. Dressed, naked. On top of me, below me…”
“That’s good,” I say as I wrap a leg around him and flip us so I’m on top. “Because I’m not going anywhere. Now do you think you can be quiet so I can finally fucking come?”
When he lets out a loud laugh, I slap a hand over his mouth and then roll my hips, fucking him slowly and forcing him to take every orgasm without making a goddamn sound.
Yeah, this sneaking around thing might just be a little bit too much fun.
FORTY-FOUR
ADDIE
JJ: Excited for our first official date, Angles?
Me: Feels like cheating calling it that…like we’re rewriting history or forgetting a big chunk of it.
JJ: Nah, I’m keeping every moment I’ve ever had with you.
I squeezemy eyes shut as the biggest smile spans my lips. Things have been so good since our last tour of away games. It’s so much easier when the two of us aren’t sneaking down hotel hallways and dodging teammates.
That Jack-and-Jill bathroom I was cursing a few months ago has become my salvation now.
No one even questions why we spend so much time together. We work together and we’ve known each other our whole lives. We share similar hobbies, and Avery is always begging me to hang with the two of them.
When she’s awake and I’m home, I can usually be found with her and the rest of the kids. It’s been fun, and I’ve really gotten to see each of their little personalities. I guess my mom was right when she said this wouldbe good for all of us. Winnie seems a little less stressed, the boys are much better behaved because my sister has support and because JJ and Finn are always gently correcting them in the way a second parent would.
Finn is here a lot. It’s possible he’s moved into the basement, but considering I don’t want him digging into my secrets, I haven’t pointed out that the guest bedroom down there looks lived in.
Vivi seems anxious, though. Or tired maybe. I feel like I’ve been a bad cousin and friend because I’ve been in my bubble of joy and I haven’t checked in nearly enough. With the holidays coming up, though, I really do hope she and her dad work out whatever the issue is. My uncle adores her, and she’s not a bad kid at all. I have faith that they’ll make amends eventually. For now, Vivi doesn’t know what she wants in life, and in a family of overachievers, I can imagine that is a hard pill to swallow. But she’s been great with the kids, going above and beyond most days, which JJ often mentions to Gavin.
Hope hasn’t attended her first girls’ night yet. We had to postpone, so technically it’s my month to choose the activity. I saw the coolest video of people playing tennis on the ice. It’d be a blast setting something like that up on the pond behind Savannah and Camden’s house, but it hasn’t been cold enough to skate outside yet, so we’re sticking with pole dancing next week.
It’s physically painful keeping JJ a secret from them. Confiding in each other is the part I love most about girls’ night. With my travel schedule, I miss out on so much of their lives, no matter how dedicated I am to calling and texting. But the moment we’re all in the same space, all the little details get spilled. Thoughts and ideas, moments we’ve missed, big things that we forgot to mention, or, you know, felt weird mentioning. Savannah and Josie have no filter, but Sutton isn’t quite as open, and now that she’s in New York performing on Broadway, we don’t see her nearly enough and we miss out on so many of her wins.
I hate it. Hence, girls’ nights.
