Chapter 41
Take-out containers occupy much of my counter space as Demi sits on a barstool and I stand across from her, leaning against the counter. A rack of baby back ribs is not what I thought she’d want for a celebratory dinner, but I’m not complaining.
I watch as she not so delicately tears apart the half rack on her plate, and I catch myself smiling as my eyes are on her.
“What?” she asks, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
Shaking my head, I stand up straight. “You’re just beautiful. I can’t stop looking at you.” Casually, I walk around the island to where she’s seated.
She turns to look at me, and I take her face in my hand, gripping gently, but leaving no room for guessing my next move.
My lips land on her. It’s quick, but powerful. She tastes like sweet barbeque sauce and I loved every second of it.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you got here. Sorry it took me so long.”
Demi licks her lips and pink coats her cheeks as she tries to hide a smile. “Forgiven.”
Birdie starts yapping by Demi’s ankles, and I half expect her to just ignore her completely, but to my surprise she doesn’t.
“Can I give her a little piece of this?” She holds up some of the meat, and I shrug.
“Can cats have pork?”
“Well, they’re carnivores by nature, right?” She pulls out her phone and does a quick search. “It says in moderation. So, here you go, Birdie.” She takes a few small pieces from her plate and puts them on the floor.
“Great, now she’s going to expect table scraps,” I tease.
“Nothing wrong with letting her indulge in the good stuff every now and then,” she says to me, but she’s knelt down next to Birdie as she’s breaking up a few more pieces.
My phone vibrates next to me on the counter, and I see it’s an email from my agent. Only the subject and a quick preview shows, but it’s definitely about my upcoming contract negotiations and I feel my stomach drop. I don’t want to look at that right now.
This season has felt different. Not in a bad way, just uncertain, I suppose.
It almost makes me wonder if there might not be a contract extension offer to even discuss, making me a free agent after this season.
Although, I feel confident in my relationship with Coach Aarons, so we’ll just have to see what happens.
I’ve said time and again that playing anywhere else sounds absurd to me, but in reality, it happens all the fucking time.
Great quarterbacks play for one team for a good chunk of their career before seasons shift and opportunities change.
At the end of the day, this league is a business. I’d love to stay in Tampa, but I do think I need to become okay with the idea of leaving.
“Want to try and finish that puzzle?” Demi’s voice stirs me out of my daze.
She floats across my living room, wearing my shorts and T-shirt as she does and takes a seat on the floor in front of the coffee table. I really can’t believe this puzzle still isn’t done after all this time, but I’m milking every fucking second I have with her.
“Question for you,” I say, taking a seat behind her on the couch, palming her shoulder as I squeeze.
“Go ahead.” Demi grabs a couple pieces and attempts to work them together while I sit behind her, massaging her shoulders.
“Nate and Mia host a Friendsgiving every year. I know you don’t want to be seen out in public, but they’re my best friends.
And they already know we’ve been spending time together.
The piece in your right hand attaches to the black cat in the reindeer sweater,” I say, trying to save her from another wrong attempt.
“Ah. Thanks.”
“Would you feel comfortable coming with me? They’re doing it early since they’re going to Wisconsin for Thanksgiving this year.”
She’s quiet for a moment, and honestly I wasn’t even sure I should ask her to come with me, but if it isn’t abundantly clear to her by now, I’m so fucking serious about her.
“It wouldn’t be weird for them?”
“Nothing is weird for them,” I say on a laugh. “They’d love to have you.”
“Okay,” she says, turning her head to me.
I lean down and kiss her forehead, my chest exploding at the way her eyes are sparkling at me.
“Wow, that was highly scientific.” I can’t stop myself from laughing at the way Demi just explained—or tried to explain—the Big Bang.
“Listen, I went to school for communications, not physics. ‘Boom’ is the best I can do.”
She waves her hand in the air, and I take it into my palm, kissing the back of her knuckles. We’ve paused the puzzle—again—and have spent the last hour talking about my “nerdy but hot” shirts. Her words, not mine. Although that’s a compliment if I’ve ever heard one.
“I didn’t study physics either.” I stand, pulling her to her feet. “I was always more into chemistry.” My hand wraps around her waist as I whisper my words into her ear.
She playfully tries to pull away, but then sways her body back into me. Her hand is cool as she places it against my bare chest. My heartbeat feels loud in my ears as the words I admitted to my friends recently play in my head on a loop.
“You’ve had the week off and haven’t seemed antsy or bothered at all.” She wraps her arms around my torso and leans back to look up at me.
“I’ve been with you, what’s there to be antsy or bothered about?” I grin.
She leans forward, and I bring my lips down to hers, capturing her mouth against mine. Her lips are soft and sweet, sending a shock through my entire body. I simply can’t get enough of this woman.
With my hands on her hips and our lips still tangled together, I gently push her backward, walking us toward my bedroom. Demi’s eyes light up when she pulls back, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip as she stops halfway down the hall.
“I’m taking these off,” she says, pulling at the drawstring of my shorts.
The hallway is dark and quiet. But I can see her eyes clear as day as she stands in front of me. They’re blazing. I lift my hands up to my chest, signaling for her to take charge if that’s what she’s after tonight.
Demi pulls at the waistband, letting my shorts fall to the ground around my feet and she leans up to kiss me. Her tongue parts my lips immediately and her hand cups me through my boxers.
“Fuck,” I breathe the word into her mouth.
She rubs against me with her hand, using her other to pull at the back of my neck as she kisses me. Her mouth is warm and hungry this time. Full of need and desire. I feel her hand slip into my boxers, and she touches my length with her fingers.
“Fuck, Dem. That’s it,” I whimper and feel my body shiver. The pad of her thumb smooths over the head and there’s already precum at the tip.
My breaths are ragged as she kisses my chest, her hand still working my cock like a goddamn instrument.
“I don’t go first,” I manage to say between breaths, and pull myself together long enough to scoop her up into my arms, stepping completely out of my shorts and boxers, walking us both to my room.
No words are exchanged between us as I pull the T-shirt off her body, her breasts bouncing the second they’re free. Her taut nipples are the first thing I want, grabbing them in both hands as I bring my mouth to one, and roll the other between my fingers.
“Come here.” My voice is heavy as I look at her.
She pulls her shorts down and follows me to the edge of the bed just before I lie back. I watch her eyes scan my body. She pauses her gaze on my cock, and I feel like even her just looking at me might make me combust.
I reach for her hand, pulling her closer to me. “Have a seat, honey,” I say as she climbs onto the bed.
She straddles me, and the view I have of her right now is enough to send me to an early grave. She’s completely bare and a goddamn masterpiece. There’s a pink blush to her cheeks and when she smiles at me, her dimples come out to play.
“This view could kill me, but I meant to have a seat here.” I point to my mouth. “I need to taste you again.”
“Oh…” She hesitates, and I place both hands on her hips, pulling her up my body.
All I can think about is how badly I want to consume her.
I watch her body move up mine, her thighs hovering just over my chin as I give her one more tug toward me and pull her to my hungry lips.
My tongue finds her clit instantly and I feel her hips buck against me.
I moan into her. Goddammit, she’s sweet.
My fingers dig into her ass and she swirls her hips.
I fucking love that I can tell she’s enjoying this.
She’s enjoying us. Her head tilts back, exposing her neck, and I see the smile playing out on her face as she moves back and forth against me.
I swipe my tongue up and down, sucking on her clit, letting my teeth nip a little more with each pass.
Demi cries out, whimpering and moaning my name.
She attempts to pull back as she whimpers, but I suck harder.
I flick my tongue over her clit, back and forth, and hear her moans as her hips begin to pick up their pace.
“I think—oh god, Liam.” Demi rides my face fast and rough. It’s fucking messy and addictive. A lethal combination as I continue to devour her. “Oh my god,” she says, trying to pull up, but I hold her legs in place, eating up everything she has to offer as I feel her fall over the edge.
My tongue sweeps and sucks, enjoying every fucking moment before she finally slows her movements.
Her breathing evens out. I flick her clit one more time with my tongue as she settles, causing her to jerk back once more.
And I smile as I lick my lips when she slowly pulls away and back down my body.
“That’s all I’ll ever need for the rest of my fucking life, Dem.”
Demi stares at me. Naked, straddling my hips, with a sated look on that perfect face as she reaches her hand between my legs, taking my length in her hand again.
The pad of her thumb grazes the tip and she pulls it to her lips, tasting the precum that spilled while I was feasting on her. She sucks her thumb, and I feel my cock twitch.
“Can I feel you?” she asks as she moves down lower, placing me right at her entrance. “You said you get tested. I’m on the pill. I trust you.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, rubbing my cock a few times before wrapping her hand around it again. This time she sits up a little as she hovers over me, lining me up with her entrance.
“I might need to go slow before I’m used to all of you,” she says, and I nod.
Demi lowers her body onto me, and I moan as soon as I feel her come down around me. My abs clench and my breath stutters. She’s so fucking tight. But hell if it isn’t the best feeling being inside of her.
She presses herself down a little more and then comes up again. Repeating that motion a couple of times before she finally sits herself completely on me. My back arches at the same time hers does, both of us feeling immense pleasure from the pressure.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out as she smiles. “Holy shit, I feel so full. It’s so good,” she moans and begins to move her hips. She bounces once she starts to feel more comfortable, and I bring my hand up to her breast, feeling its fullness in my palm as she rides me.
“Goddamn. You feel good,” I huff out, and take my free hand between her legs, playing with her clit.
Her body rocks and bounces, the only sounds are ones we’re making together, and I could live like this for fucking ever.
I’m a goner. Completely and undeniably so in love with this woman I can’t even think straight.
And it isn’t even just because of what we have together physically—that’s icing on the fucking cake. It’s everything else. Everything.
I feel my lower abdomen start to tighten as she’s on top of me.
She cries out as her second orgasm rips through her, and I feel her walls pulsing around me as she does.
The feeling sends everything I have combusting seconds later, spilling into her as she collapses on top of me, her chest meeting mine in deep labored breaths.
I hear her chuckle against my sweat soaked skin. And I wrap my arms around her body, pulling her tighter against me.
“Fuck, Dem. I love you,” I blurt out in my orgasm induced stupor.
And my entire world stops.