Chapter 54
I flip the omelet in the pan I’m making for Avery and can’t wipe the smile that’s been permanently plastered on my face since I woke up this morning.
I spent the night devouring my favorite post-practice meal and then fell asleep with the love of my life in my arms. I don’t think there will ever come a day when I won’t wake up with a smile on my face with Avery beside me.
The entire world knows we’re married now, and I plan on letting my wife know just how thrilled I am about that every day for the rest of my life.
I slide the omelet onto a plate and put some berries beside it before setting it on the island.
When I turn to go wake Avery up, preferably with my face between her legs, I stop in my tracks when I see her leaning against the wall near the hallway.
My heart stammers and my dick grows in my shorts because Avery is standing there, a sultry smile on her face, wearing nothing but a jersey with my number on the sleeves.
“Morning, Superstar.”
I grunt with fake annoyance at the nickname then slowly make my way over to her. “The more you call me that, the more I want to spank that ass as punishment.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time,” she says while wrapping her arms around my neck.
She pushes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss but she pulls back before I can.
“Did you make me breakfast?”
Her arms fall away from me and she walks toward the island. My eyes immediately move to her backside, and I’m left wondering if she’s wearing anything underneath my jersey. I’m still staring at her ass when she turns around. I move my gaze to her face and see her eyes narrowed at me.
“Sorry, what did you say? I was too distracted by you wearing my name and number on your back.”
I walk back to join her at the island and slide her food over to her.
“You mean wearing our name on my back?”
The jug of juice I was holding falls to the counter. Luckily, it was closed, so I don’t have to worry about a mess.
“Avery.”
My voice is a warning. Because if she’s fucking with me right now, I might lose it. But also, if she isn’t fucking with me right now, I’m still going to lose it.
She chuckles and grabs the orange juice. “I filled out the paperwork yesterday while you were practicing. I was hoping to head to the social security office to get the ball rolling.”
All thoughts of breakfast abandoned, I reach over and grab her stool, sliding her closer to me until she’s close enough that I can feel her breath on my chin.
“I don’t care if it makes me a caveman, but the thought of you having my name makes me want to take you right here on the counter, Aves.”
I lean down and nip at her ear, causing her to giggle. She pushes my chest away slightly but keeps her hand over my heart.
“I’m not opposed to that but before we ruin breakfast and before I make it official, I need to know something.”
Reaching out, I slide my hand through her hair before gripping the back of her neck. “You can ask me anything.”
Her hand moves from my chest and she grabs the upper part of the jersey sleeve. Turning so the number eighty-nine is in full view, I already know what she’s going to ask.
“Why did you change your number to eighty-nine in college? I thought five was your lucky number? I always wondered, and then when the girls gave me this jersey as a wedding gift, I remembered I never asked. So, now I’m asking.”
A low chuckle escapes my lips and I pull her face closer to me with the hand that’s still on her neck. I shake my head slightly. “You haven’t figured it out?”
Avery looks shocked for a moment before she scrunches her forehead, a clear sign she’s trying to solve the mystery. After a minute, she shrugs. “It’s not the year either of us were born. I have no freaking idea. Just tell me already!”
She swats my arm, and I drop my hand from her neck. But I can’t stand not touching her, so I rest both hands on her thighs.
“August ninth. It was the first day I laid eyes on you.”
Avery inhales a breath, and I watch as tears fill her eyes. A choked sob escapes her and her hand flies up to cover her mouth. “But…you broke up with me when you went to college. Why would you want that to be your number?”
I laugh and take her face in my hands, kissing her forehead.
“Aves, I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you.
Ask Luke. I told him I was going to marry you after inviting you for pizza that day.
Letting you go was the biggest mistake of my life.
I thought I was holding you back and I couldn’t live with myself if I was the reason you didn’t get what you always dreamed of. ”
Avery laughs and tears fall down her cheeks. “God, you were so stupid.”
I huff a laugh and swipe my thumb across her cheek to wipe a stray tear away. “I was. But I don’t think I’d change any of it, even knowing all the hell we both went through. It may have been ugly and messy, but all of it led us right here, together. You’re mine, Aves. You always have been.”
She launches herself off her stool into my lap and captures my mouth with hers. My hands wrap around her before slowly moving lower. Lifting up the jersey, I squeeze her ass.
“You’re not wearing any panties. Are you trying to torture me, wife?”
Avery reaches behind her and grabs one of my hands, bringing it around to the front. She guides it between her legs and pushes it down so my fingers slide through her wetness, causing her to moan loudly.
“Fuck, Aves. You’re already ready for me, aren’t you?’
I slide two fingers into her and circle my thumb over her clit.
“I’ve been ready for you since I woke up this morning.”
Not wanting to fuck her on the stool, I pick her up. Avery wraps her legs around me, and I carry her to the living room. Instead of laying her down on the couch, I set her down next to the arm of it.
As soon as my hands are free, I push my shorts and boxers down then lift my shirt over my head. Avery’s eyes travel down my body, landing on my cock that’s aching for her. She reaches for the bottom of the jersey and begins lifting it up. My hand flies out to stop her.
“No. Keep it on. The jersey kink is a real thing, and I’ve dreamed of fucking you with my name on your back for years.”
Avery drops the material and places a finger on my chest. “Okay, Superstar. But first…” She drags her finger slowly down my sternum, past my abs, until she glides it along my length and grips me in her fist. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”
She falls to her knees before I can respond and wraps her lips around my dick.
My hands find the back of her head, and I slowly thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat.
Avery gags but she doesn’t stop. No, instead, she picks up speed and reaches underneath me and squeezes my balls in her hand.
“Oh, fuck, Aves.” I look down and see her looking up at me. I grip her hair tightly now and set the pace. “Look at you on your knees with my name on your back. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
As soon as I feel myself about to come, I pull her off my dick. Reaching down, I help her up and immediately spin her around. I push her over the arm of the couch and pull her ass to me. “Now, I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can from behind. You think you can handle that, Aves?”
She looks over her shoulder, and the wicked grin she shoots me nearly causes me to come all over her ass cheeks. “Give me all you got, baby.”
And then I slide myself home, right into her tight pussy that’s dripping for me.
Avery leans down, resting her head on her arms, moaning loud enough that I’m sure the neighbors below us can hear.
The sight of her wearing my name, her beautiful ass raised in the air, spurs me on until I’m fucking her as hard as I can.
Her bare ass slaps against my skin, and I feel myself reaching closer to my breaking point.
Knowing how much she likes it, I reach back and slap her ass cheek.
Avery screams. “Connor! I’m coming. Oh my god. Fuck!”
Her arousal starts dripping out of her, covering my cock and her legs. I spill into her seconds later but continue moving in and out slowly, making sure she gets every last drop of me. With one final thrust, I push myself into her pussy, but don’t immediately pull out.
This is fucking heaven. Everything about this moment takes my breath away. My name falling from her lips. Her pussy wrapped around me. Our arousals mixing together to make a mess. Our fucking name on her back. I could stay like this forever.
Avery pushes up onto her hands and looks back at me. She bites her lip and shakes her head. “You going to pull out of me anytime soon, Smith?”
I slap her ass and thrust into her hard, feeling myself grow again already inside of her.
“I don’t plan on it, Smith.”
She laughs and squeezes my cock with her pussy. And then I spend the rest of the morning making my wife moan my name.