“You ever know me not to go ahead and take what I want when I’ve made up my mind about something?”
Humor filled me, knowing he was absolutely right. There was something else, though, in his tone, his words, the emotion in his expression. “And you made up your mind convincingly when—” I gasped when he lifted slightly, the motion exploratory.
“When what?” His voice shook and thighs trembled when he lifted again. This second slide down, the lines on his forehead smoothed out.
“When,” I started, valiantly rallying my thoughts—no easy task when Ryan eased up and down once more, a steady rhythm being created. “When,” I tried again, “you decided you were going to be a pro at riding me.”
He barked a chuckle, and both of us groaned.
“Well, that,” he said, his breathing picking up. How was he having a rational conversation? True, I’d yet to move, but there wasn’t a chance I could stay still for much longer.
“And?”
“I meant what I said about wanting you at every game.”
Reacting straightaway, I pushed myself up to sit. Ryan hooked himself to me—whether to steady himself or hold on to the significance of his words, I had no clue. I held him tight, his cock pressed to my belly, my arms a vise around him.
And then I was kissing him while thrusting slowly, pouring every sense of myself into this kiss, into this man who had managed to recapture my heart despite the time and distance.
Our mouths remained connected, sharing breaths, sharing heat, sharing our whispered, incoherent words of lust and love, and then I pushed back, needing to be on top.
Settled between his legs, I held on to his lips and angled away to capture his half-mast stare. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
I smiled before I eased out of his tight sheath and slammed back into him. I lost my smile, groaning at the sensation. My thrusts were fast, becoming more erratic the more Ryan garbled me to fuck him, the requests for “harder” taking me over.
Sparks flashed in my eyes, my legs going numb, toes cramping up as fire coursed through me, quick and fast and so mind-blowing as my orgasm burst free.
I groaned, shouted, shivered, and somehow I found the power to pull out. Hearing Ryan’s grumble, I smiled, scooted down, and latched on to his dick.
Flicking my gaze to his, I watched as he fell apart, reveled in how he clung to my head. And when he spilled into my mouth, I sucked and lapped every last drop until his shaking limbs stopped and he was a puddle of bones and muscle.
With my head on his sweat-soaked stomach, I breathed heavily and grinned. Ryan’s hand found my head, where he lazily stroked.
“You doing okay?” I asked, trailing my finger up his thighs, curious and still feeling needy.
He wiggled and grunted when my finger brushed against his pucker. Finding him dripping, I groaned. “That’s so hot.”
“It is?” he asked, still squirming.
“Fuck yes.”
The tug on my hair had me glancing up at him. “In that case, shower, power nap, then I’m so doing that to you.” A large, sleepy smile was sent my way. God, I could absolutely get used to seeing it there.
According to Ryan, he was going to find a way to make that happen. My heart bounced around in my rib cage. Holy shit, were we really going to do this?
CHAPTER20
RYAN
Waking up tender and content,I huffed out a happy sigh and clung to Nate like a koala did a gum tree. A wisp of a moan swept over me at contact. His ass rubbed seamlessly against my morning wood.
Last night had been incredible. When he’d fucked me, all gentle and sweet before losing control and absolutely annihilating me with his intensity, right then, the wish for our future I’d shared with him felt a hundred percent right.
Even now, no longer riding the high of lust and orgasms, certainty settled into my chest.
“Morning.” Nate’s gruff voice made my balls tingle, remembering a similar tone when I’d finally fucked him from behind. Shamelessly, I wedged my dick between his thighs, flush with his buttcheeks, and I kissed his neck.
