Blake
When I wake up, Briar is still cuddled in my arms, her head on my chest, sleeping soundly.
I yawn quietly so I don’t wake her. I glance over to the side, out the window overlooking the street bathed in early morning sunlight. I think about last night. How Briar and I had sex for the first time.
How she lost her virginity to me. How she’s my girlfriend.
That too-tight feeling hits me square in the chest. And sparks. Lots and lots of sparks.
My face, which is tight and groggy from sleep, stretches into a huge smile.
It all feels like a dream that I’ll wake up from someday. But it’s not a dream. It’s the real thing.
Briar is my girlfriend. And she chose to do the most intimate thing a person can do with their body with me.
That tight feeling loosens and melts, wrapping around my heart.
I gaze down at her beautiful sleeping face. She looks like an angel.
I want to wake up like this every day—with her in my arms, her head on my chest, feeling like the happiest, luckiest bastard in the whole world.
I think about doing exactly that. Actually, fantasize is probably a better word.
I fantasize about waking up in my bed with Briar in my arms. I think about waking up in her bed in her new apartment, just like this.
I let my mind wander and picture when I’m playing professionally in Nashville, how fucking amazing it would feel to wake up in my new apartment with her sleeping peacefully in my arms.
I think about a house someday. A big house with a big bed—bigger than the one I have now.
We’re a little older. But we’re still cuddled together. Our limbs are still tangled when we wake up. Her head is still on my chest every time she falls asleep. And my heart still beats faster when I wake up and see her with me.
I love her.
The realization isn’t instant. More like a feeling that’s been lingering inside of me always, and I just now put a name to it.
Of course I love Briar. I’ve always loved her.
Even when we were friends. Even when we were teenagers, and I didn’t have the words to explain why she was my favorite person.
Why I felt more comfortable around her than anyone.
Why one laugh or one smile from her made my whole damn day.
Why, when we both left for college and couldn’t see each other for months at a time, my chest felt like it was going to crack in half, and it never went away until I saw her in person again.
It didn’t matter how many times I told myself she was just a friend, or how many times I tried to ignore those times when I wished we could be more.
She’s it for me. She always has been.
She moves slightly in her sleep, then opens her eyes.
She aims that sleepy gaze up at me, her mouth curving up in a cute smile.
My heart explodes. I love her so much.
“Good morning,” she says, her voice sweet and a little raspy from sleep.
“Morning.”
I give her a soft kiss. My pulse hammers with the urge to tell her how I feel.
But I hold back. Not yet. She’s coming out of a relationship and took a huge step by saying that she wanted us to be official.
If I spill my feelings to her right now, I’ll scare her off. I could lose her.
Dread rattles through me at the thought of losing Briar.
I’ll take it slow. I’ll tell her after we’ve been together a few months.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” Her sleepy smile widens. “But it’s a good sore. I like it.”
I raise my eyebrow at her. “Really?”
“Yeah. I like knowing that I’m sore because you stretched me out. It’s kind of hot.”
I can’t help but grin at the way she puts it.
“Besides, the more we have sex, the more I’ll get used to your size.” She tilts her face up to kiss me.
Our tongues tangle, getting filthier by the second.
My cock stiffens, and she reaches down to wrap her silky fingers around my hardness.
I groan and gently push her hand away. “Not yet.”
Her eyes are big as she looks up at me. “Why not?”
“Because you need to rest. You just had your first time. Your body needs time to recover.”
Her smile turns warm as she looks at me. “You’re the sweetest boyfriend ever, you know that?”
It feels like my heart is tumbling around my chest.
I kiss her forehead. “If there’s one thing I’m gonna do, it’s take damn good care of my girlfriend.” I slip out of bed and pull on my boxers. “First things first, I’m making you breakfast in bed.”
She beams. “Grilled cheese?”
I wink at her. “Of course.”
“Yum.” She reaches up and grabs my arm, pulling me down to kiss her. “You’re making it very hard not to jump your bones,” she says.
I growl against her mouth. “Tomorrow. We’ll have sex again tomorrow.”
“I’m going to start a countdown,” Briar teases as she settles back under the covers.
“So will I.”
* * *
“Should I go shirtless again this time?” I ask Briar.
“Duh. Of course you should.”
I laugh as I take off my T-shirt and put on the scary mask. We’re filming another video for my Instagram account today.
So far, we’ve filmed a handful of videos of me wearing a scary mask featuring Briar, and they’ve all been hugely successful. I’m at nearly a half-million followers now, and I’ve secured two more brand deals.
Briar sets up my phone on my dresser so it’s aimed at my bed.
“I’ll walk back like I’m frightened and stumbling away, then I’ll fall onto the bed,” she says. “Then you step into frame. Stand at the foot of the bed and leer over me for a while. Then grab my ankle and pull me toward you.”
I flash a thumbs-up. “Got it.”
She hits record on my phone, then acts out the first part of the video.
She’s wearing that black medical mask over the lower part of her face.
I watch as she stumbles back while glancing around, a frightened look in her eyes.
I smile. She’s such a great actress in these videos.
And brilliant too. All of these have been her idea, and each one has gotten millions of views and hundreds of thousands of likes and shares.
She falls back onto the bed. I stalk forward, wearing my usual costume of gray sweatpants, a scary mask, and no shirt.
I do what she directed me to do: I stand at the end of the bed and leer over her, making sure that my body language is a little exaggerated for a more dramatic effect on camera.
Then I grab her by the ankle and pull her down the bed.
We both wait a minute to give a few extra seconds for the end of the video, then I help her up. She steps over to the dresser to stop recording on my phone.
When we take off our masks, we’re both grinning.
I walk up to her. “Nice work,” I say.
She kisses me. “You too. You make an excellent sexy scary man.”
I chuckle, and we both watch the video together to make sure it looks okay. Briar uploads it onto my Instagram account and puts some moody music over it.
“What should the caption be?” she asks me.
I think for a second. “You can run…but I’ll catch you.”
Her beautiful face lights up. “That’s so good!”
She adds the caption, then posts the video.
“Oh my gosh, have you read the comments on the latest video?” she says, turning the phone screen to me.
Chase me in the woods wearing nothing but that mask
Well, hey there, mask daddy
Just found out I have a mask kink #yolo
My brow lifts, and I chuckle. Briar’s laughing too.
“Wait, what does that comment mean?” I ask, pointing to a string of letters.
Briar’s gaze turns focused as she reads it. A second later, she’s laughing again. “Oh my gosh. Okay, that means, I Want You To Look Me In My Eyes When You Suck It.”
I almost choke. “Wait, what?”
“It’s along the same lines as, Shut The Fuck Up And Take This Dick Like A Good Girl.”
I stare at her for a long moment. “I’ve never heard of that before.”
She reaches up and runs her hands through my hair. “It’s so cute that you don’t know these sayings because the content you create is exactly that vibe.”
I grin. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn.”
Her dazzling green eyes darken as she presses the front of her body against me. My dick stiffens.
“I think it would be hot if you grabbed me by the throat and told me to shut the fuck up and take your dick like a good girl. Or if you told me to look you in the eyes while I suck your dick.”
Her playfully sexy tone sends a jolt of need through my body. I grab her waist.
“Let’s do it,” I say. She giggles as she kisses me and runs her hands up my chest.
It’s been a week since we had sex for the first time, and we’ve been all over each other. We’ve had sex almost every day. I tried to hold off at first because I didn’t want it to be too much for her, but she swears she’s okay.
She wants me to fuck her in every position: her on top, her riding me reverse, me fucking her from behind, me spooning her while I fuck her.
I can’t get enough of her. I want her all day, every day. Always.
She slides her hands under my shirt as our kiss amps up in intensity.
“You like it when I talk dirty to you in bed, don’t you, naughty girl.”
She hums “mmhm” against my lips. I walk her backwards towards my bed. The backs of her knees hit the edge, and she sits down.
I start to pull my shirt off when there’s a knock at my bedroom door.
“Hey, Blake. You gotta see this.”
Leo’s interruption makes me clench my jaw.
“I’m busy.”
“No. Dude. You need to see this.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I mutter as I head to the door and open it. “What?” I snap.
He holds up his phone. “You’re on sports news.”
I frown at his phone, confused. “What?”
It’s a split image on the screen. The left half is a photo of me taking a swing at Logan in the middle of our tunnel brawl a week ago. Which isn’t surprising. That video of our fight and my suspension has been all over sports news this past week because fights don’t happen in college hockey.
What’s surprising is the photo next to it.
It’s me…shirtless…from my secret account.