CHAPTER 48 Sophie Summers
The Same Heat and Passion
“It’s new for me, too,” Cassie admits.
I guess I didn’t really think about how I’m not the only one going through something.
“Last season, I was helping him recover. We had unlimited amounts of time together. This is going to be a totally new chapter in our relationship,” she says.
“Ours too,” I admit. “I’m glad you invited me to dinner because I was going nuts at the house wondering when he’d be home.”
“He didn’t tell you?” she asks. She sounds surprised.
I shake my head. “I don’t know if he knew.”
“Tanner’s meeting was a dinner meeting, so at least I knew that.
” She lifts a shoulder. “My parents wanted the kids for a double sleepover, so they’re there tonight and tomorrow night.
And then they start school the week after training camp begins, so we need to start supply shopping and all that stuff. ” She rolls her eyes.
Supply shopping .
It takes me back to the days of being a teacher. As much as I hated when summer was coming to an end, there was nothing I loved more than school supply shopping.
“I can take them,” I volunteer.
Her brows dip together. “You don’t want to do that. Really?”
“I love supply shopping.”
“The last few years, I’ve just ordered everything online. But Lilypad wants to pick everything out at the store, and Luca is desperate for the newest Minecraft backpack. After being gone the last week, though, my schedule is full at work, and I have no clue when to take them.”
“I’m serious, Cassie. Let me do it. I used to be a teacher, so trust me. This is my jam.” I offer her a grin, and she relents.
“Okay, but only if you’re sure. And let me treat you to dinner because trust me, taking both kids to the store at the same time is a feat I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy.” She purses her lips at the end, and I laugh.
“Oh, come on. It can’t be that bad, can it?”
She raises her brows as if to say, just wait and see for yourself .
“So they’re at a double sleepover, but are they free, say…Tuesday around lunchtime? I can get them Happy Meals and take them to Target.” Target was always my favorite for supply shopping.
“They’ll be back from my parents’ house by then and ready to shop. If you’re sure.”
“Stop saying that. You’re scaring me.” I make a face of horror, and she laughs.
But the truth of it is that I want to be around kids.
I want to see what it’s like—not that taking kids shopping is any indicator of what being a mom is actually like, but I just want to see how I am in the situation.
If I keep my patience, if I have to wrangle, if they’re acting out at lunch. Any and all of it .
When I get home, Miller is on the couch with a tablet in his hand. It looks like he’s watching a football game.
He clicks it off and sets it beside him as he glances up at me. “Welcome home.”
“Thanks. I didn’t know when you’d be back, and Cassie invited me to dinner.”
“Fun. Did you have a good time?”
I nod. “You?”
“Actually, yeah. It was a good day.”
I plop down beside him on the couch, but the tablet is sitting between us, so I don’t get too close. It feels symbolic, like football is already coming between us.
Even though I suspect there’s something far deeper coming between us.
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Coach Cook, the running back coach, took the running backs to play laser tag.”
I flatten my lips and narrow my eyes at him. “So I was sitting here working all day feeling bad for you that you were also working all day, when you were actually…playing laser tag?”
He chuckles. “It wasn’t exactly like that. It was a team-building activity. He drew parallels to the game—being aware of our surroundings, thinking on our feet, communicating with our teammates.”
He leaves it at that, but that word—“ communicating” —feels like it sits heavily in the air between us.
I nod. “Sounds fun.”
“I brought dinner home for you. I didn’t realize you were out.”
I clear my throat. “You could’ve texted.” I only realize how bitchy I sound as the words fall from my lips.
“You’re right, and I’m sorry. ”
I shake my head. “I know you’re busy. It’s just an adjustment already. I’m used to you being here.”
He moves the tablet and scoots a little closer to me on the couch, and it doesn’t escape me that we haven’t had sex since the night the condom broke.
More and more it feels like the symbolic thing that broke us , too. It’s one thing to write about symbols as I plant them in a story. It’s another thing entirely to keep having to face them.
He moves his arm around me, and I lean into his chest. “I’m used to being here, too. I missed you today. Hell, I’ve missed you since cruise night four.”
I turn and look up at him. “I’ve missed you since then, too.”
He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, and that same heat and passion are still there.
The urgency kicks in as his mouth opens to mine, and suddenly he’s leaning me back onto the couch, hovering over me, his hips seeking out mine as they thrust against me.
I’m moaning as I wait for him to do it again, and the ache is back, growing unbearable as the need for him to alleviate it burns bright and hot inside of me.
Maybe we’re not broken after all. Maybe things are just a little bent right now, and all we need is some time to straighten them back out.
He moves his mouth from mine and toward my ear as his hips slam to mine again, and then he murmurs in a deep, raspy voice, “I need to fuck you.”
“Do it,” I beg. “Please.”
He pulls off of me and pushes to a stand. “Be right back.”
He disappears, and I lay there for a few seconds where he left me. I wonder where he went as I sit up, and eventually I stand and head over to the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and drink some down .
He returns, and he was only gone a minute, tops—probably less, but it felt like forever.
He’s holding a condom between his fingertips, and he wiggles his eyebrows as he shows it to me. I stifle a giggle as he starts to saunter over toward me, and a moment later, he has me pinned against the refrigerator.
His mouth falls to mine, open and hungry, and he kisses me like he wants to devour me whole. And I want him to. I crave the intimacy that so easily came to us once we finally crossed into the territory we’d been fighting against. I crave him .
He lifts me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts up toward me. My back is still against the fridge, and he’s holding me around my thighs now as he kisses me like his life depends on it.
His tongue thrashes against mine, the passion new and different while still familiar, and I meet him thrust for thrust, thrash for thrash.
He spins me around and sets me on the counter of the island that was behind him only a second ago, and he breaks the kiss to move back. He reaches for my shirt and pulls it over my head, dropping it on the floor, and he slowly unhooks my bra and tosses it aside.
I tug at his shirt, too, and he pulls it over his head and lets it drop as well.
He moves in toward me, pulling me into a hug as our chests meet in the middle.
It’s warm and cozy here, and it feels like the sort of place I never want to leave.
He pulls back enough to press his lips back to mine, and I sigh into him as I feel like I could stay right here in his arms forever, kissing him just like this.
He reaches into my jeans with a sudden movement I’m not expecting, and he isn’t playing. He isn’t teasing. Instead, his finger moves right inside my pussy, and he hisses when he feels how ridiculously wet I am for him .
“Jesus, Sophie,” he mutters, and as he pulls back, his eyes are glazed with lust. “Lay back.”
I do what he says, and the counter is cold as ice against my back. I don’t care, though. I know he’ll make enough heat between us that I won’t even feel it in another minute or two.
He yanks my jeans off along with my panties and my shoes once he gets far enough down, and I’m suddenly lying naked on the kitchen counter.
“Mm,” he murmurs, and he moves toward my tits first. He sucks one into his mouth, and heat sears through me. He seems to get an idea after a few moments of sucking on each of my nipples as he moves away from me.
He opens the freezer and grabs some ice cubes, and then he returns to me.
He circles one of the cubes around one of my nipples as he sucks the other one into his mouth.
The heat of one and the ice of the other make the ache between my legs throb with need for relief.
My hips start to sway as they search out something, anything, to give my pussy some friction and relief, but there’s nothing there.
He chuckles as he watches me, and then he takes one of the ice cubes and slides it down my torso and over my clit.
I cry out at the sting of cold, grateful to finally have some friction there even if it’s ice.
He moves his mouth to follow the trail the ice just made from my tits to my pussy, his tongue heating up the spaces the ice touched, and when his tongue moves against my clit, my hips buck up off the counter and toward his mouth.
I grip onto his head with my hands as I wrap my legs around his neck. I start to grind against his mouth, and he gives me that magical tongue of his as he slides it from my clit down into my pussy. He moves it back to flick against my clit, and every time he does it, my hips jerk off the counter .
His fingertips are cold as they move up to my nipples, but I don’t even feel the sting of the cold anymore because what he’s doing to my pussy is making me hot absolutely everywhere.
I cry out his name as he continues his assault with his mouth, and he pulls back just enough to say, “I want this pretty cunt to come all over my tongue.”
His breath is hot against me, and he slides his tongue back inside me before he moves his finger down to replace it. He sucks on my clit, his tongue moving back and forth over the bundle of tight nerves, and that’s when I lose it.
I shatter into a million pieces with this orgasm as he continues to suck on my clit while his finger moves in and out of me, and my legs clench around his ears as my body rides the intense wave of pulse after pulse of pure pleasure.
I scream my way through it, some string of incomprehensible words like, Oh my God, Miller, fuck yes!
coursing out of me, and when the rolls of pleasure start to slow and I come down from the clouds, I realize how tense my entire body is.
I relax back onto the cold counter, not feeling much of anything except the warm glow of satisfaction as it takes over all the other senses.
He kisses my pussy sweetly once he sees me visibly relax, and then he moves his lips to my hip and my stomach and up toward my tits.
Even in this moment of pure satisfaction, I can’t help but wonder if those things will change, if I’ll grow and swell over the next nine months.
We won’t know for a while, but suddenly I feel that connection back with him in the way we’d been missing for the last few days.
It feels like a relief, like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders .
He kisses my lips, and then he pulls back and whispers, “I took care of that sweet cunt first with my tongue. Now I’m going to wreck it with my cock.”
Oh. My. God.
Yes, please.
“God, Miller, yes. Give it to me.” My own voice sounds whiny to my ears, but I’m not in a state where I currently much care.
He pulls that beautiful cock of his out and rolls on the condom, and then he yanks my body so my ass is right at the edge of the counter.
His eyes are on mine as he slides into me, both of us moaning at the feel of his entrance—for me, the gorgeous, full feeling of having him back inside me, and for him, the tight, sweet feel of my cunt pulling him in.
He moves slowly at first, and I wrap my legs around his torso since I have nowhere for them to go.
He holds onto my thighs as he slams into me, and something about this angle is different and hot as hell.
He’s looking down at me with so much love and adoration as he pushes as deep as he can, and I hope he can see that same feeling reflected back at him.
It’s in this moment that the shakiness of the last few days seems to pass, and the feeling like we can conquer anything as long as we’re together washes over me.
The only problem is that over the next six months, we won’t really be together. Not as much. Not like we have been.
I don’t know the solution, but I do know that right now, this is what I want. Miller. Us. Intimacy. Connection. Love.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Soph. God, I love you.” He’s gritting out his words through his thrusts, his voice raspy and passionate as he gives in to the beautiful feeling growing between us.
His words of love are everything I need to push me into another climax .
“Oh, God, Miller, I’m coming,” I yell out in reply, and as my body starts to contract over his, he grits out a loud fuck as he starts to come, too.
He slams into me, his movements slow as we both fly over the edge of bliss, and he pumps a few extra times before he holds himself still inside of me as we both ride out the release to the very end.
He stays inside me and bends over me as he moves to kiss me, our tongues tangling together as we express our love in a tender way after the intensity we just shared. I taste my own tang still on his tongue as he kisses me, and somehow knowing that’s me on his breath is intoxicating.
Eventually he pulls out of me and straightens. He disposes of the condom and pulls his pants back into place, and then he picks me up from the counter and into his arms.
He carries me through the house and up the stairs, and he sets me on the bed. “Do you want a shower or bath?” he asks.
“Mm, shower,” I say.
He nods, and I hear the water turn on a moment later.
He returns naked and carries me to the shower, and he sets me on the bench in there.
He takes care of me, washing my body with the loofah and rinsing me with the shower head.
He washes my hair, and then he washes himself, too, and I never have to lift a finger.
I don’t even have to stand. He brings me a towel and dries me next, and eventually I force my exhausted body to stand so I can comb out my hair and put on some clothes for bed.
And when he climbs in beside me, for the first time in the last few days, I finally feel like maybe, just maybe, everything’s going to be okay.