“They’re getting burgers. Want him to bring you one back?”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“Okay, and—and he wants me to tell you that, if we need him to, he can make Nam go to the Whataburger downtown and he and Kat will eat really slowly, so we have more time tocowboy.”
I let out a laugh as Vale rolls his eyes, putting the phone back. “Y’all are always so horny,” he says. “But while I’m mostly up already, are you feeling okay? Hurting? Got a headache or anything? Want some more water?”
“No headache. The left side of my chest is feeling pretty rough still.”
“Do you need ice? Medicine?”
“Well, I did hear about a pretty good remedy for football-related injuries. Seems pretty legit.”
“VapoRub?”
“No.”
“One of those heat packs?”
“Nope.”
“What are you—” Vale’s eyes squint and then roll even harder when he realizes exactly what I’m thinking. He lets out a sigh, shaking his head as he throws himself down on the mattress. “Got the shit kicked out of you andstillhorny.”
“Pues, he didn’t kick me in the balls.”
He laughs as he settles back on the okay side of my chest. “Fine. But you’ve got to stay awake after. I better not hear anything about ‘you tired me out.’ ”
“Then you’re just going to have to make sure I stay awake.”
“Horny,”he yells, flicking me on the cheek. “Literally that injury just made you hornier, I’m convinced.”
“Youmake me hornier.” My hand goes to his face, my thumb gently grazing his cheek. “And you make me forget about how shitty today was. I … in all seriousness, I’m really glad you’re here to take care of me. Best boyfriend material.”
A breath comes out of his nose with a smile. He leans back down and presses his lips to mine. “Well, lie back and let me take care of you. You’re lucky I’d already prepped while you were playing, thinking we’d get here regardless.”
And, yeah, Pérez was right. He takes off my underwear and then gets up to take his own off before reaching for the bottle of lube under my bed. He squirts some on his palms and then strokes me for a while, and damn, he knows how good he’s making me feel. That hot-ass, devious smile on his face as he has my eyes rolling back while I let out a “Holy shit.” I don’t even feel my injury anymore. Just Vale. Perfect, incredible Vale.
“Baby,”I groan as he starts slowly sitting on me. It comes out breathy, needy. Everything about him is exactly what I needed. How good he looks. The sounds he makes. The feeling of going deeper and deeper into him. Touching him and tasting him and telling him, “You’reso fuckingsexy.”
“Fuck.”It comes out almost like a laugh from how good it feels to be inside him. Another one—this time softer and breathier—comes out, seeing how much he needs this too; how much he craves me, how good I make him feel. The way his breathing goes erratic and his moans get so desperate when he’s found that angle that’s got me hitting just right.
“Gabi.”
“Vale.”
Yeah. I’m in love with him.
“I’m close, baby. I—”
Even if he tries his best to not take it too fast, and his movements are careful, and I’m trying my best not to go full Super Saiyan on him for the sake of my injuries, it’s still perfect. He feels so good. I wish this could last for hours. Fuck the burgers. I want the sight and heavenly rhythm of Vale on top of me, riding me all day long.
“Vale, ba—baby. So perfect. I—”
So perfect I don’t notice the door opening and—
“Oh shit, Piña—”
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