Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Mazzy
I woke to something warm and wet dragging up the inside of my thigh.
For a second, I didn’t even open my eyes, just sighed and stretched, assuming it was a dream. Then a low, satisfied rumble vibrated against my skin, and my eyes flew open.
Ben was between my legs.
“Good morning, birthday girl.” He nibbled along my inner thigh, going back to kissing each spot his teeth touched. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Couldn’t help myself.”
My fingers slid into his messy, morning-tousled curls, and he groaned like me touching him was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
“You”—I gasped when he licked me again—“definitely meant to wake me.”
“Maybe…” His mouth slipped higher, heat blooming everywhere he touched. “I missed you.”
He said it so simply. Honestly, as if waking up with his face between my thighs was the most normal expression of affection. Maybe it was. With Ben, it was starting to feel that way.
He’d have me used to this before I knew it.
I tilted my hips helplessly, chasing his mouth. He laughed once before wrapping his arms beneath my thighs and dragging me fully into his greedy, sleepy hunger.
The first real stroke of his tongue made my breath break.
“Ben—”
“Shhh,” he murmured, mouth settling where I needed him. “Let me have you before you start thinking.”
Thinking was impossible. Heat coiled hard and fast, my body waking before my brain could catch up. My thighs tightened around his shoulders, and he groaned into me like that turned him on even more.
I was already close. Embarrassingly close.
Because this was Ben. Ben, who touched me like every inch mattered.
Ben, who looked at me like I was his favorite thing he’d ever gotten his hands on.
I began to wonder how long he’d been down there before I roused then found I didn’t care to know.
As far as I was concerned, he could plant himself there.
I broke without warning, digging my fingers into his scalp so I didn’t fly off the bed. Shaking, rocking, arching into his mouth. He held me through it, groaning like my orgasm had wrecked him too.
Before I fully floated back down, he was crawling up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, looking hungry and ready to take me again.
I held my arms open, welcoming him. “Birthday fuck?” I panted.
He dropped his forehead to mine, hot breath ghosting across my lips. “Birthday girl gets whatever she asks for.”
Ben kissed me hard and filthy, licking every inch of my mouth before reaching blindly toward the nightstand. The crinkle of a condom wrapper filled the space between our breaths.
He slid the condom on with practiced impatience. “Need you, baby. This is gonna be quick.”
My legs fell open. “Then make it good. I want to feel you all day. That’s my birthday wish.”
He groaned like I’d just punched the air out of him, but didn’t let that slow him down as he pushed into me in one smooth, greedy thrust.
My gasp hit the air at the same time as his curse.
“Jesus—Mazzy—” His voice cracked on my name, a raw, stunned sound he immediately tried to swallow. “You’re so—god, you’re—”
I wrapped my legs around him and rolled my hips once.
Just once.
And that was it.
He gave in to the desire riding his back like the devil, driving into me with rough precision. Gentle, funny Ben was gone, replaced by this powerful being who fucked me like his one mission in life was to destroy me.
I loved it.
The headboard pounded into the wall, and the mattress squeaked. I met his brutal thrusts, our skin slapping, sticking, peeling apart. Ben stared down at me, his gaze roaming from my jiggling breasts up to my face and back again. I clung to his flexing shoulders, lost beneath him.
His rhythm went from eager to downright reckless, both of us laughing between gasps. It was so good, so fast, so us. Every thrust of his hips sent heat curling low and tight again, so soon I almost didn’t believe it.
“Don’t you dare come before me,” I managed, tugging on his curls.
“I’m trying,” he gritted, breath shuddering, “but you’re grabbing my hair like you want me to end this.”
I opened my mouth, promptly forgetting what I was going to say when he shifted his angle slightly, hitting me perfectly.
“Oh,” I gasped.
Ben’s whole body vibrated. “Yeah? Right there?”
“Right—there—”
He hit it again, again, messy, hungry, determined. Pleasure tunneled through me so fast I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but break for the second time this morning.
I came with a sharp cry, clutching him, dragging him with me. His thrusts faltered, his breath stuttered, then he groaned against my skin—a deep, helpless sound as he came hard, hips jerking into mine.
Ben collapsed halfway onto me, chest heaving, curls sticking up every which way.
After a long moment, he pressed a lazy kiss to my jaw. “Was that what you wanted?”
I nuzzled his chest, his heart pounding beneath my ear. “That was exactly it.”
“Good. My pretty birthday girl will always get what she wants.” He wrapped me up in his arms and held me for so long I started to drift off again. All too soon, he shifted beneath me, rumbling with dissatisfaction.
“What’s wrong?”
“I hate this, but I need to get to the stadium.” He kissed the top of my head. “Staying in bed all day with you sounds a hell of a lot better.”
I gave his chest a shove, but didn’t move off him. “Get going, lazy.”
He rolled me fully on top of him and carved his fingers through the sides of my hair, tilting my head back. I peered at him through sleepy, sated eyes, and his mouth tipped into a soft grin.
“My first present is a trip to the hotel spa.” His fingers caressed along my jaw. “You can go back to sleep for a while, then you need to get your pretty ass up and head down there. You can have whatever treatments you like.”
“I’ve never been to a spa,” I admitted. “I won’t know how to conduct myself.”
“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I thought it might be nice—”
I cupped his jaw. “Yes. I mean, no, I do want to. You surprised me, but I’m excited. Thank you, Benny.”
He kissed my nose. “Just trying to keep you busy so you don’t get into trouble while I’m gone.”
I laughed. “Oh, I see your ulterior motive. This has nothing to do with you being generous and sweet.”
“Nope.” The corners of his eyes crinkled. “Nothing at all.”
The hotel spa was a dream. All I had to do was show up, and the staff took care of the rest. I was rubbed, scrubbed, wrapped, and shined.
After all the treatments, I was whisked to the salon to have my hair and makeup done.
By the time I arrived at the stadium to watch Ben’s match, my muscles were jelly and I’d been thoroughly pampered.
My hair in perfect waves. My makeup darker and more sultry than I’d ever had it. In a Mountain Lions–blue, low-cut, V-neck top and my best jeans that always worked wonders for my butt, I’d never looked better.
This time, I was sitting in regular seats next to the other girlfriends and wives of the players. I was nervous when I arrived, but I shouldn’t have been. They all knew exactly who I was. Katty too.
Our seats were front row—directly along the Mountain Lions’ path when they jogged out. Ben homed in on me immediately, stopping in his tracks when he was in front of me.
“Holy shit, birthday girl,” he choked out as he pushed himself up the barrier to get closer. “How am I supposed to play with you looking like that?”
The crowd roared around us, but we only had eyes for each other. I’d always thought men in uniforms were attractive, but holy moly, no one had ever held a candle to Ben in his rugby gear.
I leaned forward, giving him a clear shot of my cleavage. “All I want for my birthday is for you to smash some heads and win this match for me. Think you can do it?”
“Put those lips on mine, and I’ll make it happen.”
I cupped the underside of his jaw and kissed him hard and fast. “Good luck, Benny.”
He huffed. “You want me to win, you better try again, baby.”
With a laugh, I kissed him again, taking my time. He slipped his tongue between my lips, licking into my mouth like we were the only ones around. It was messy and wet, and my lipstick was definitely destroyed, but I loved it. When he finally pulled away, I was still chasing his mouth for more.
He swiped his thumb beneath my bottom lip. “I’m gonna get benched if I don’t go.”
“Wait.” I wiped my lipstick off his mouth. “There. Now you can go smash some heads.”
“See you soon.” He dropped to the grass, gave me one last look, and ran off to join his team.
The woman beside me nudged me with her elbow. “Oooh, girl, you’re in trouble with that one.”
I fanned my face with my hand. “Don’t I know it.”
She giggled. “And you love it.”
“Every second.”
This had already been my best birthday ever. From the moment I woke up to now, and it was only getting better. That was all down to Ben and the way he cared for me. My happiness was his, and he let that be known.
I was falling hard and fast for Ben Wells, and I had no intention of doing anything to stop it.