Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Remington
Not even ten minutes have gone from getting back to Bailey’s house to being naked on his bed. We’re making out, hot and heavy. My knees are on either side of his hips, and I’m grinding against the underside of his hard cock.
“Mhm, fuck,” he moans into my mouth, fingers digging into my ass cheeks.
Having him at my game tonight meant everything.
I’ve never had a partner watch me play. For years, I’d see my teammates meet up with their partners in the family room after the game and wondered what it felt like.
Celebrating together after a win, commiserating together after a loss.
It was always a fantasy of mine, knowing someone was waiting for me.
Then seeing Bailey standing there, waiting for me, my heart swelled in my chest, and I knew right there in that moment that I didn’t want to wait any longer to ask him to be my boyfriend.
Smitty called me cheesy the other day, but I like to think I’m sweet. Like a marshmallow. With arms and legs and a head. Just less scary.
Bailey’s hands smooth over my skin, his fingers dipping in my crease, and I know the moment he finds the plug I slipped in before I left the arena because he stills. He pulls away, his lips all swollen and pink, and looks up at me in surprise.
“Did you put this in while you were in the locker room?”
“Well, not in the middle of the locker room,” I snort. “But I went into one of the stalls in the bathroom and sneakily put it in.”
He gives the plug a slight tug, and a shiver tracks down my spine.
“I want you to fuck me, Bailey,” I confess, lowering myself until we’re chest to chest. “I want you to fill me up with that perfect cock of yours.”
He gasps when I nip his bottom lip. “Fuck, Remi. Yes.”
I smack a quick kiss to his lips and reach for the lube that I know is kept in his bedside drawer and a condom. Bailey rolls the condom down his cock while I remove the plug and lube up my hole.
My hands are trembling by the time I’m gripping Bailey’s cock and lining him up. I slowly lower myself down, allowing me time to adjust to the size of him. By the time I’ve bottomed out, my quads are shaking.
“You feel so fucking good,” Bailey praises, smoothing his hands up my legs to my hips. I dare not move, not wanting to come the second he hits my prostate because he’s right. He feels so fucking good inside me.
My eyes fall closed as his hands travel up from my hips to my chest, his thumbs flicking over my nipples, sending a spark of electricity through my veins.
“Bailey,” I moan on a whisper.
“Mhm,” he hums.
Taking a deep breath, I open my eyes again and glance down at the perfect man beneath me. His tattoos give him this rough edge, but I know it’s simply armor for the purest heart underneath.
Placing my hands on his chest to steady me, I begin to move. It doesn’t take long for me to pick up my pace. I adjust my position slightly, allowing him to hit my prostate, and I ride him in a way that has us both moaning with pleasure.
He spits into his palm and takes hold of my aching cock. He jerks me in time with our thrusts, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“Fuck, Remi, I’m gonna come,” he hisses, then fills the condom with a profound groan.
I follow moments later, spilling over his fist onto his colorfully inked stomach.
Rising up on my knees, he slips out of me, and I fall beside him on the bed.
I wait for him while he deals with the condom, and when he slides back into bed, I roll onto my side to face him.
He mirrors my position, a soft smile lighting his face.
He’s usually surly and broody, but when he smiles? Damn. His smile freakin’ kills me.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I blurt out, then wince. “I’m sorry, that probably sounds like I’m saying it because I’m come-drunk, but I promise I’m not.”
He snickers. “If you’re come-drunk, then I am, too, because Remi?”
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
“You are?”
He closes the small gap between us. His lips brush against the corner of my mouth, and I shiver as he whispers, “How could I not, Remi? You’re wonderful.
You’re like a bright rainbow after a rainstorm.
You’re pure joy wrapped up in the most gorgeous package.
I would be a fool not to be falling so head over heels for you. ”
The backs of my eyes burn as I take him in. His earnest expression, the soft glint of adoration in his eyes. My heart flips in my chest, and there’s no stopping the grin that takes over my face.
Wrapping my arms around him, I cover my mouth with his in a searing kiss before saying, “No more pretend boyfriend title for you.”
He laughs and pinches my ass. “The senior citizens of Seattle will now be in mourning because this ass is officially mine.”