Chapter 13 #2
Moving my hand to his waist, I looked him directly in the eye.
I wouldn’t mention Wayne, as we both knew my ex was the “obvious.” “When Lottie fell ill, there was a moment there that I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.” Just the thought of it tugged at something lodged in my heart.
“But I didn’t need to. You were doing it for the both of us.
You were there. You always are.” I swallowed hard before huffing out a light laugh, one that didn’t scratch the surface of how surreal my realization had been.
“You wrenched my eyes wide damn open, Pearce. And now that they’re open and I see what we could be…
” I shook my head and brushed my lips against his before saying, “I want it. I want you. I want everything. I have no idea ho—”
He swallowed my words with his mouth, cutting me off, and I’d never been more grateful for him shutting me up.
He skimmed his tongue over my bottom lip, and I opened for him immediately.
We kissed until I couldn’t imagine another’s mouth on mine ever again.
We kissed until I didn’t need to worry about air, since he was breathing for me.
We kissed until I didn’t even pretend to resist as he pushed against me and his heavy, perfect weight settled on me.
Wrapping my legs around him was as smooth as the way our lips worked in synch, and as I bucked my hips, searching for friction, he pressed and moved against me, giving me exactly what I wordlessly asked for.
We bucked and groaned and rubbed, the whole time our mouths never disconnecting. I held on tight, my palms on his ass, dragging him against me, harder and faster. We rocked and moaned, and fuck if the tingling in my spine and the tightening of my balls didn’t make my head spin.
“Nngh….” The nonsensical word tore out of me, breaking our connection as my lips parted.
Our gazes connected. So close, the tiny flecks of hazel seemed brighter, but I didn’t have time to memorize the variation in color, not when I was captured by the heat and intensity in his gaze.
“Fuck.” I bucked again, squeezing his ass, not sure if I was holding on for dear life or was urging him on.
Pearce’s gaze dipped to my mouth as he ground harder, his dick rubbing against mine. “Fuck, Eddie.” He punctuated my name with a fierce kiss. It was hard and messy and my complete undoing.
Light exploded behind my closed lids, my balls drawing up so high, I had no idea if I’d ever see them again, and I was coming.
Coming so hard my mind blanked as pleasure crashed into me.
Pearce stiffening above me had my eyes springing open.
Mesmerized, I watched as he spiraled. And fuck, Pearce orgasming… best thing ever.
Collapsing in my arms, Pearce was a welcome dead weight. I kissed his neck, his cheek, his temple. With a soft sigh, he turned his face my way so I could reach his lips. Just a gentle, exhausted press of mouths, and it was perfect.
We were sticky and tired, and I expected my dick was raw from friction, but still… “I haven’t come from dry-humping since I was a teenager.”
Burying his face against my neck, Pearce snorted. “I’m not sure my dick survived.”
A content grin settled on my lips. “Totally worth it.”
Warm breath danced across my skin when he chuckled. “Definitely.” He eased up onto his forearms, taking some of his weight. His gaze searched mine, and I kept my smile in place, reaching up and stroking his back.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” He flicked his gaze to the side where I knew his phone sat. “You think we have enough time to shower before Lottie wakes?”
Unable to give a straight-up yes, I hesitated, earning me a frown. Without him saying a word, I knew what he was thinking. The flash of disappointment in his gaze was too obvious to ignore. I hated seeing it there.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell her,” I said slowly, calmly, for me as much as for him, “but we have to do the adult shit and work out what this is first, right?”
When he shifted, I froze, thinking he was going to pull away.
Sure, being sticky wasn’t comfortable, but I didn’t want him leaving.
Instead, surprise flitted through me when he leaned into me and pressed his mouth against mine for the sweetest of kisses.
When he angled back, he said, “I get it. I can totally do this adulting shit.”
“Yeah?” A relieved grin spread across my mouth.
“Jesus, don’t sound too surprised.” There was no bite to his tone as he quirked his brow at me.
Rather than bullshit him and deny it, I simply smirked. “How about for now you focus on your next big game and getting to the semifinals? After that, we’ll get everything figured out.”
Eyes narrowing, he frowned. “But if we make it to the finals, that’s another four weeks away, and you’ll have flown home by then.”
Aware he was right, I realized we couldn’t just pocket this for a month. “Okay, since I really need to shower—”
“—with me.”
“With you if you get your ass off me and hurry, we’ll at least attempt to figure this out, okay?”
His face brightened. The sight had my heart squeezing and bubbles fizzing to life.
“Okay. Ass up, pronto.” With that, he moved so fast a laugh burst free from deep in my gut. Then he manhandled me into his shower, soaking me and soaping me, and somehow making my cock come to life once again until we were both groaning far too loudly and coming in each other’s palms.
While we hadn’t left room to talk, blowing my load twice in under an hour was nothing short of a miracle for my old ass.
If this continued, Pearce may just kill me.
But as I rinsed him off and took extra care of making sure he was unwound and relaxed before his practice in a few hours, I couldn’t help but dream that we figured out a way to make this work and that this became our life.