Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Dane
I was dreaming about bacon. Probably because Josie and I finally—fucking finally —had sex, and now I can dream about other things. I shift in bed, open my eyes and sniff the air.
It wasn’t a dream. I smell bacon, and Josie’s curled up asleep beside me, so she’s not the one making it.
My mom. It comes back to me then—my parents are here and she must be cooking. I grab my phone from the bedside table to see how long Josie and I slept. It’s 6:07 p.m. We’ve been out for almost seven hours.
I’m groggy and could easily go back to sleep.
“No!” Josie cries, flying into a sitting position, her eyes wide.
“Easy,” I say, amused.
She exhales hard and puts a palm on her chest. “I was having a dream that I had to chase you out a bathroom window.”
I cringe, feigning heart pain. “Damn, my technique needs some work if that’s what you’re dreaming about after this morning.”
She smiles. “This morning was amazing and you know it, Foster.”
Stretching out on her side next to me, she leans on her elbow. I’ve seen her fresh out of bed, her face clean and her hair rumpled, but never this close up. It’s the first time I’ve noticed a tiny freckle just above her right eyebrow.
“You won’t have to chase me anywhere anymore.” My cock is hard and ready for more of her. “I’ll be the one chasing you out windows.”
She tries to cover the flicker of doubt that passes over her face, but I don’t miss it. I get why she’s skeptical, given my reputation. But the closer I get to Josie, the more I want. She’s not some woman I met after a game, screwed, and don’t plan to get a number from.
“Something smells really good,” she says, lowering her brows.
I run my hand up the back of her bare thigh, groaning with satisfaction when I find her ass bare. She put on one of my T-shirts before we went to sleep, and apparently, nothing else.
“Mom’s cooking something.” I lean over and kiss her neck. “We can go eat in a little bit.”
Her soft laughter is warm on my ear. “Or we can go now.”
I slide my hand beneath the shirt, my palm coasting up her stomach to cup her breast. She inhales softly.
“Tell me you don’t like this,” I say as I gently pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Dane...” she protests weakly as her nipple stiffens.
“Mm-hmm...” I kiss the spot beneath her ear that made her crazy earlier. “Do it, baby. Tell me we can’t because my parents are in the other room.”
“They are,” she whispers.
I pull the shirt up, expose her breasts, and suck one of her nipples into my mouth for a few seconds, then nip at it, eliciting a little gasp.
“I know,” I whisper back. “But I’m not letting my girl out of here with a wet, needy pussy.” I move her hand to my rock-hard erection. “And you’re the only one who can do something about this.”
“Dane...”
I flick my tongue over her nipple, still a perfectly stiff pink peak. She wraps her hand around my cock and it’s all I can do not to groan hard at how good it feels.
“I can’t come with your parents in the other room,” she says softly in my ear.
The fuck she can’t. I don’t back down from any challenge. With a smirk, I kiss her and say, “Better grab a pillow to scream into.”
I move down and get to work, not wasting a single second.
Her body is soft and warm, her pussy like honey on my tongue. It’s actually not work at all to tongue fuck her and lick and suck her folds—I could do this for hours. I love the way she squirms, trying to stay silent as I bring her to the edge of climax and then keep my mouth away from her clit, instead inserting two fingers inside her.
She’s breathing hard, one of her hands twining into my hair and tugging. If we were alone, I’d play this game with her for a while, making her come hard after at least thirty minutes of edging. But since time is a factor, I return my mouth to her clit, sucking it while I fuck her with my fingers.
It only takes a few seconds for her to buck her hips against me and come, her body tensing and no sound coming from her open mouth.
When she finally relaxes and exhales hard, I grin at her. “Damn, you were quiet.”
“It wasn’t easy,” she whispers.
“Can I bend you over the bathroom counter?” I ask, desperate to watch myself fuck her.
“We’ll smell like rubber,” she says softly.
“No, we won’t.”
“I could always smell rubber when my college roommate got home from her boyfriend’s place.” She bites her lip nervously. “Have you been tested for STIs since the last time you slept with someone?”
I consider. “Yeah, the team doctor tests us every six weeks. I’m good.”
“I’m on the pill.”
Oh, fuck. My cock twitches at the thought of being buried deep inside her without a condom. I haven’t done that since I was married because I haven’t had anything but one-night stands.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. I’ve been test”
“I fucking want to.”
Desire for her surges through my body, but I stop myself and kiss her, soft and slow. Josie is putting a lot of trust in me, and that means more than the sex.
When the kiss ends, I lean my forehead against hers and she whispers, “Tell me you want me, Dane.”
Those words just don’t cover it. If I said I want you, it would be too much of an understatement. I don’t know if there are words that will convey how I feel, but she wants me to say something, and I will.
“When you’re close to me, I need to touch you,” I say against her lips. “I need it so fucking much. Like I need air. Now that I’ve made you come, I need that, too. I need this closeness. I need to be the only man you touch and kiss. I need to be...enough for you. Everything. I need you to crave me even half as much as I crave you.”
She runs her fingertips over my skin, up my bicep to my shoulder, then to my cheek, which she cups in her hand.
“I need it, too,” she whispers. “I’m scared of needing it...but I do.”
She slides from the bed and reaches for my hand. I follow her into the bathroom, closing the door behind us and turning on the shower to mask the sound. She looks up into my eyes and pulls the T-shirt over her head and off, dropping it to the floor.
I can feel her shrinking beneath my gaze, which is the last thing I want. I thread my fingers through hers on both hands.
“You are so damn sexy, Josie Garver. I fantasize about your body constantly.”
I take a step forward, backing her into the counter. She watches with wide eyes as I slide my hand down her thigh, past her knee, all the way to her ankle. I lift it, trying to put it on the counter, but she’s too short for that, so I have to set her ass on the counter and then put her foot on it off to the side.
“Dane, what are you—oh god .” She closes her eyes as I slide two fingers back into her.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot I am for this pussy? I caught a glance of this dark pussy hair when you were coming out of the shower one day and I’ve jerked off thinking about it so many times. I want to fuck this pussy, eat this pussy, finger this pussy and play with this pussy until you can’t take anymore.”
Her mouth opens in a silent O as I use my thumb to circle her clit.
“It’s too sensitive,” she says in a pleading tone.
“No one but me touches this pussy. Say it.”
“Dane, please...”
“Say it.”
She whimpers, squirming. “No one but you touches my pussy.”
“That’s right, baby.” I pull my fingers out and get her down from the counter.
Palming my cock, I say, “And this is yours. For as long as you want me, no other woman even gets a second look.”
She nods and licks her lips, then turns around and puts her palms on the counter. Our eyes meet in the mirror and she says, “So then give me what’s mine.”
I’ve wanted her to look at me this way for so long, and I wasn’t sure she ever would. My whole body is tense with built-up longing for her, our earlier sex only satisfying a small fraction of it.
I line my cock up at her entrance and watch her face in the mirror as I slide in, her lips parting. It’s heaven, getting to watch her expression as I slide in and out of her. To see her tits bouncing.
She’s so tight and wet that I have to go slowly, savoring each thrust into her. Steam is clouding the mirror, but I can still see her face, and the deeper I go, the more she likes it.
I ease her shoulder back until her back is flush against my chest. She moans softly when I tease one of her nipples as I fuck her, sliding my other hand down so my fingers can circle her clit.
She doesn’t have to say a word. I can feel her orgasm coming, her pussy clenching around my cock. It’s fucking amazing to be buried inside her as she comes, trying to stay silent and failing.
She turns her head back and I kiss her, her mouth hungry and sated at the same time.
“Come for me,” she says softly.
Fuck yes.
She bends over and puts her palms on the counter. I put one hand on her hip and another on her shoulder, her pussy so soaked now that my cock makes sounds as I thrust in and out of her.
I fuck her deeper and harder, wishing it could last forever. Her pussy is too sweet for that, though. In just a couple of minutes, she’s milking my cock dry as I hold myself inside her, not letting out the shuddering groan I would if my parents weren’t here.
I get a washcloth from the closet inside the bathroom and wet it with warm water, cleaning her up. She smiles and kisses me.
“We should get out there.”
I grin. “You so obviously just got railed. I love it.”
“Really?”
“Honestly, nothing could make my parents happier. Don’t worry about it.”
She smooths a hand over her hair. “It feels a little weird.”
“Trust me, babe. Stan and Savannah just want their son to be happy. I think my mom’s making her killer bacon and cheddar dip. Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving.”
“Let’s go find some clothes and catch up with my folks.”
I find her a Mammoths T-shirt and a pair of sweats with a tie at the waist, grabbing a T-shirt and sweats for myself. When she walks out of the bathroom, dressed and holding her phone, her expression is crestfallen.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She looks up at me, on the verge of tears. “Monica got the promotion.”