Chapter 30
THIRTY
IAN
I have only one thing on my mind—Lilly. To bring my woman pleasure and connect to her in every possible way.
Pulling her to me, I slam my mouth on hers.
I devour her small sounds of pleasure as I feed her all my desire.
Everything with her is an explosion of sensations that lights me up.
With need pushing me forward, I lift her by the ass.
She crosses her arms and legs around me, grinding her body against me.
It spurs me on as I kiss her with even more desperation.
Landing on the sofa on top of her, my tongue traces the contour of her lips. I bite into her fuller bottom one, soothing the skin as I nibble on it.
She moans some more, her fingers digging into my back. “More. I want more.”
A groan vibrates in my throat. “You’ll get everything and then some, baby.”
I am always aching for this woman. Nothing seems to quench my desire for her.
We tear at our clothes and when she lies naked in front of me, I suck in a long breath. She’s a vision of beauty that takes my breath away. All mine. The thought turns me feral.
My hands glide over the softest skin along her lithe curves, imprinting in my tactile memory every valley and dip.
We have all the time in the world, but I can’t control my passion for her. This rush of lust overrules everything in its wake as I gather her in my arms and bring her to bed.
“I need to have you,” I say, gripping my aching cock as I lower my face and kiss her at the exact moment I shove myself inside of her—so deep I forget my damn name.
Her walls stretch around my hardness; I could live inside of her and forsake everything else.
Buried inside her to the brim, I don’t move just to feel this maddening sensation of her pussy taking my cock, welcoming me.
Her walls pulse and massage my cock into damn euphoria. She grips me so well that it feels like I am sheathed in paradise.
The bed rocks in the rhythm of the desire possessing me. It’s hard and fast to satiate this desperate need.
We’re sweaty by the time she moans my name so loud her voice becomes scratchy. Shaky breaths puff out of her, her eyes glaze over—filled with raw pleasure and adoration as she comes, holding onto my arms as if afraid she’ll slip away.
It takes everything in me not to come on the spot with how good she feels as she floods my cock with her release.
I palm her cheek while she brushes her finger over my jaw. She’s everything, and I ache so badly for her. To go even deeper. Love her harder.
“I love you,” I say, replenished to the maximum with potent feelings.
She closes her eyes for a second, smiling. “I love you.”
Interlacing our fingers above her shoulders, I move slowly in and out of her until we come together this time—euphoria and bliss rewiring my synapses.
I crash on her side, pulling her to my chest, feeling at ease—peaceful.
Our heavy breathing and erratic heartbeats calm, and I kiss my spot, trailing my lips along her shoulder for all the months apart where I couldn’t.
That deep longing eases a bit. I have her now, and I exhale a contented sigh.
It will be hard when we’re out and I can’t touch or kiss her. But like she said, we know the truth. A few more months. That’s nothing compared to the previous ones.
I caress her arm, leaving goose bumps behind, feeling proud to elicit such a strong reaction.
From the very beginning, we’ve affected each other and nothing could change that—it’s beyond us, a force pushing us together we can’t fight. It tethers us together, binding us irreversibly. Resisting would be futile, so I surrender.
“I love this,” she says, sounding at ease, but then her stomach growls and she giggles.
“Let’s get my girl fed.”
I place a quick order on my phone while waiting in bed, tangled in the sheets.
“Are you fine with us having a secret relationship for the time being?” she asks, almost unsure.
I prop my back against the headboard, my hand moving to her hair to play with her silky strands. When she proposed the secret relationship, my first instinct was to say fuck it, no. I want to introduce her as mine, but the timing is off. Her alternative is the best compromise.
“Relationship. That’s what I hold on to. No more just friends, no more longing for you while you are near, but out of reach.”
She palms my cheek, eyes softening with love. “You know I feel the same, right?”
I nod, leaning into her gentle touch, and she kisses me tenderly. “We’re going to pull this off.”
“The people in our circle will know we’re in a relationship.” That’s where I draw the line.
“Even my father?” she asks through a gulp, her voice shaky.
“Especially your father.”
The intercom blasts through, and I roll out of bed, pulling my sweatpants on quickly.
As I go to open the door, I take our order.
I tip the delivery guy and when I return, she’s wearing one of my T-shirts and nothing else.
Possessiveness hits me square in my chest, unleashing my animalistic side.
She’s mine and will wear only my number.
My throat rumbles with a groan. “I love you in my clothes.”
She smiles teasingly, a flirty look sliding over her delicate features, as she sashays to me. “I know. That’s why I wear it.”
“Only that?” I ask. Something tells me my good girl loves to be bad by driving me wild.
She stands on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck and whispers, “I love having something of you on me.”
I imagine her carrying my baby and it almost knocks me out with raging desire. Yes, sometime soon. I want everything with her.
I grin. “Good to know.”
The night fades away as we chase our pleasure and I ravish her mouth and her pussy.
She shifts on her feet at the entry of the bathroom, biting into her lip. “Maybe I should go back to my place.”
“Or maybe you should bring all your stuff here.”
Her eyes widen for a moment. “Like move in?”
“Yes, move in with me.” My tone is urgent, just like my desperation to have her in my space, in my life.
“It’s a huge step.”
I hike an eyebrow at her. We’ve been playing house on and off since we started our just friendship.
“Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure. I want you here with me all the time. And you love my place.” I would have moved in with her if that weren’t the case.
She tilts her head, tapping her chin. “That’s a compelling argument.”
I crook my finger at her. “Come here, you tease. I have more arguments to show you.”
She giggles as she runs to me.
I grasp her by her waist and slam my mouth on hers, kissing her long and hard until her lips are swollen and glistening.
“Is that a yes?”
“Maybe.”
I slap her ass playfully as my cock has begged to get inside of her since she appeared in the bathroom. I back her in the shower stall and, sneaking my hands behind her thighs, I lift her up.
“My cock has already moved in.”
“You’re crazy,” she moans.
“About you.”
I bring her to orgasm two more times, and she gives in, saying yes before she pushes me out of the bathroom, calling for a time-out.
I smirk like the proud and in love man that I am.
Freshly dressed, I watch her head swaying from left to right in the walk-in closet.
“Change whatever you want. This place is our place,” I offer.
She pokes her head out. “You’re going to regret this.”
“That would be impossible.”
I kiss her temple, inhaling her scent. She’s home. It’s not a place, it’s her.
“See you later when I’ll help you bring your stuff in.”
She arches a brow, smiling. “Quite determined, aren’t we?”
I pin her with an intent look, wanting her to realize how serious I am about her and my intentions. “Always for what I want.”
I head to the stadium for practice, preparing myself for the news of my benching break.
I thought I’d be more nervous, but I have a bounce in my step and a smile on my face. That is whipped off when I meet Coach in the hallway.
He takes one look at me and sighs. “I don’t even want to know why you look happy when you’re in deep shit.”
He’ll be my father-in-law one day, after all.
Catching up with him, the words rush out of me. “I’m still not sorry, coach. I love Lilly with all of me. I’m not asking this from my coach, but from a man. Give me the chance to prove it to you.”
He drags a hand down his face, eyeing me harshly, but then the hard look slips.
“You’ll get only one chance with my daughter. Do we understand each other?”
I dip my chin in acknowledgement, eager to prove to him I am the right man for Lilly. “Yes.”
“And if you don’t give it your all on the field…”
“I will. I promise.” It’s a promise I will keep. Now that my personal life is finally where I want it to be, I can.
“So, what did you decide to say?” he asks.
I take his question as a good sign.
“I’m going to say we’re just friends.”
He comes to a complete halt. “And my daughter is okay with that?”
This guy gives me whiplash.
I scratch my neck, clearing my throat. “It was Lilly’s idea, sir.”
He nods, and we walk into the conference room.
The owner is present too, and I put on an impenetrable mask. This conversation won’t be comfortable.
It isn’t. They go into a thirty-minute-long lecture about consequences. How I must behave, chastising me like I am a fucking kid. But when they say how Coach Parker went to bat for me, my throat clamps up, suddenly emotional.
I don’t even care about the fine I have to pay for my misbehavior. Thankfully, they don’t ask me if I regret it because I don’t. That asshole had it coming.
I wait with Coach in the interview room, waiting for the press conference to begin.
“Thank you,” I say, emotions clear in my voice.
He spears me with an intent look, making me stand straighter. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“I won’t, Coach, sir.” I don’t even know what to call him now.
“In here, I’m coach, outside I am sir,” he groans and shakes his head as if coming to terms with something. “For now.”
That has my hopes high enough, I don’t get fazed by the assholes who have never played before, but think they know better about what and how I should behave on and off the field.