Chapter 16 #2
Eddie stepped before me and dotted a soft kiss on my waiting mouth. “Thank you. She’ll love them.” He lifted the menu. “We ordering, or did you want to go out for food?”
Reaching out, I gripped his waist. “No chance I’m letting you leave this room until morning.”
The smirk he sent me had my heart tripping over itself. “That right?”
“Sure is.” I shifted my hands to grip his glutes and squeezed, earning me a chuckle.
“I can get on board with that. But food first. I’m starving.”
“For dick?” I quirked my brow and brushed my shorts-covered groin against him.
He snorted. “As delicious as that sounds, I need real food.”
I sighed and headed to the bed, making myself comfortable leaning against the headboard. “I suppose I can be magnanimous and know that you’ll need the energy for what I have planned for you.”
Pink colored his cheeks, but the heat in his eyes didn’t speak of embarrassment. Eddie liked what he was hearing. He angled to the other side of the bed and joined me, holding the menu out before him. Clearing his throat, he made a good show of perusing the in-room offerings.
“Stop staring and make food choices.” His lips twitched when he spoke, but he didn’t look my way.
I sighed and leaned into him. “Fine. Let’s see what’s fast and will give the perfect number of calories.”
He snorted and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. I took that as my opportunity to snuggle into him and rested my head on his chest while making an effort to pay attention to the menu.
It didn’t take long to make our choice and order on their TV app. Within half an hour, our food was delivered, and we sat on the small couch, food on our laps.
“I spoke to Emily again today at the academy about next month and bringing Lottie,” Eddie said after swallowing a mouthful of pasta.
“What did she say?”
“There’s definitely space for her at the summer camp.”
“That’s good, right?” When he winced, I wasn’t quite sure.
“She’s not sold on the idea, but it was between that or staying with my parents, so…” He shrugged and picked up his bottle of water.
“Yeah, I get it, but at least it’s on the same campus, so she gets to see you every day. It’s not like you’re sending her off into the wild. That’s gotta help, right?”
He swallowed and nodded. “It’s the only thing that’s making her stop behaving like a complete brat.” I snorted at that and raised my brows. He chuckled. “She’s my kid so I’m allowed to call her out on her shit when the occasion calls.”
“But no one else, right?”
Eddie grinned. “You got it.”
“I think she’ll be fine, though,” I continued, returning to Lottie being at the same college as us over the summer.
While Montview ran the kick-ass summer program for college basketball players looking to go pro, they ran a whole host of other schemes.
The kids’ summer school being one of them.
Before this year, Lottie had previously spent the time when her dad was training with her mom or her grandparents, so Eddie had never had to worry about being able to dedicate his time to the academy before.
“When is it Moira flies in?” I asked, thinking about Eddie’s ex-wife.
“Why, going to make sure you’re not around and in hiding?” A mischievous smirk followed.
“No,” I was quick to say, the word a little more high-pitched than I intended. At the sound, Eddie laughed a little too loudly. “Screw you, jackass.”
Eddie’s smile didn’t calm when he said, “She’s flying in the third week in June.
She’ll bring Lottie to the camp before she heads back overseas.
It’s good timing really, as Lottie will only miss the first couple of days of the summer school.
Not that I think it matters, as it’s a fun program, you know? ”
“So what you’re saying is by making it to the final round, it’ll mean there’s less chance of seeing Moira. Got it.”
He snorted. “She’s not that bad.”
My brows shot high. “If ‘not that bad’ means completely fucking terrifying and downright intimidating, yeah, sure.” There was only a little exaggeration in my description.
I’d only met the woman once. Usually I prided myself on the ability to win people over, if not by my first smile, then certainly by our first conversation.
Moira, though, hadn’t been won over when I’d spent fifteen minutes talking to her about my CK deal.
In retrospect, it wasn’t the greatest topics of conversation, but by that point three years ago, I’d already been having untimely hard-ons for her ex and had been nervous as hell.
And this time, she’d end up knowing about me and Eddie, right?
Sweat broke out on the back of my neck. What if she hated me and didn’t think I was good enough to help bring up Lottie?
Sure, I was getting way ahead of myself with the whole stepdad thing, but that was absolutely the direction I hoped we’d end up.
I wanted it all with Eddie, and Lottie was part of that deal.
“Question,” I said, while Eddie the ass still laughed about my description of his ex.
He wiped his mouth on a napkin and focused on me, brows lifted in expectation.
While I hated to think of the man, let alone say the dickhead’s name… “Wayne,” I started, not quite keeping my sneer at bay. “What did she think of Wankface?”
Eddie stilled his movements and examined me closely. He knew me well enough to not ask me why. “I once let slip your colorful name for him.”
“Wankface Wayne?”
His lips twitched. “That’s the one. She may have adopted it for herself and mentioned that you were maybe more astute than she originally thought.”
I opened and closed my mouth, letting his words sink in. A quick smile broke out shortly after. “Hell yes, I’m astute. She’s going to totally love me. She’s not going to know what’s hit her next time we meet.”
Frowning, Eddie shook his head. “Pearce, you don’t need to make Moira feel any way for you, and honestly, your tone is freaking me out a little.”
“But she has a say in who brings Lottie up.”
His gaze softened, and he reached over and held my hand. “I get that you feel like you need to prove yourself or something, but you don’t. Honestly. Our friendship, my feelings for you… heck, how Lottie feels about you is enough.”
My heart fluttered in my chest at his sweet words and the reassurance in them. I hadn’t realized how anxious I was about making sure I was what Lottie needed as well. “Your feelings, huh?” My mouth curved upward.
“Yep.” He leaned close and kissed me, soft and slow.
While they weren’t the words clinging to my heart, ones I was desperate to hear and say, his tender kiss was enough.
When he pulled away, he raised a brow at me.
“And for the love of all that is rational, please do not plan anything to win Moira over. Just be yourself.”
“So I don’t need to organize a Wankface hate club so we can spend time bitching about him? ’Cause you know, that could be a bonding experience right there.”
Closing his eyes and dropping his head back, Eddie huffed out a defeated breath. “I shouldn’t have told you he texted me last week.”
I jammed my fingers in his side. “Like fuck you shouldn’t have.”
An amused smirk was thrown my way when he returned his focus to me. “Huh.”
“Huh what?”
“That tone right there…” Heat pulsed between us as he spoke, and he placed his dish on the table before us.
“What about it?” There was no holding back the husk in my voice, not when he looked at me like he wanted to put his mouth on all my favorite places.
“Never thought I’d have a thing for possessive men.”
I shook my head. “Not possessive men. Just me. I can be possessive as fuck if you want me to be.”
Discarding my plate, I clambered onto his lap, not an easy feat since the couch wasn’t built for two basketball players to fool around on. Not that I cared. I needed my mouth back on Eddie.
“I kinda think I want you to be.”
I grinned as I nipped at his ear before pulling back and peering down at him. “All the time?”
Clamping his palms on my ass, he chuckled. “Maybe just in private.”
I shifted forward and rolled my hips. His gasp was worth the discomfort of squashing my hard dick. “Cass said I was pretty much a caveman about you.”
Eddie’s fingers danced up my spine.
“He kinda figured something was going on,” I clarified. Not that Eddie questioned me, but I wanted to put it out there.
“I think Neanderthal is pushing the limits of sexy. And if you stop bathing, there’s gonna be issues.”
Amusement bubbled in my gut. “I missed you so much,” I admitted.
Rather than answering, his traveling fingers reached my head. Clasping me tightly, Eddie drew me down, mouth capturing mine in a possessive kiss.
Sweetness went barreling out the window as he devoured me. All boundaries fell away as need pulsed in time with my heartbeat, picking up its pace when I rocked against him.
My “I need you,” shattered all resistance. Desperation clung to my words, encouraged me to claw at his T-shirt, seeking his warm flesh.
He pulled away with a gasp and tugged off his tee. “Get on the bed.” Each word was punctuated with the vibration of his shaking hands against my body. That his need caused such a reaction had me almost landing on my ass as I attempted to get off him.
It was only Eddie’s fast reflexes that had me righting myself. His light chuckle caressed me, warming me up from the inside out as I managed to stand, undress, and walk backward to the bed. His gaze never wavered as he watched every move I made, every inch of skin revealed to him.
Once my ass connected with the mattress, I reached out and palmed myself. It had the desired effect. He was naked and with lube in hand a heartbeat later. A flutter of desire swept through me, knowing finally, we would be going without protection.
“You sure this is okay?” he asked, lubing his bare cock as he spoke.
“Fuck yes.”
He grinned and squeezed himself, and both of our breaths hitched.
“You want to pass me that?” I indicated toward the bottle in his hand.
“No fucking chance.” And then he was on me, fingers working me over, lips trailing over me, tongue lapping. Stars danced in my vision as I rode his exploring fingers and chased his mouth. “You need more?” he asked, sweeping over my prostate and making me tremble.
“No. Just your dick.” I tightened around him, earning me a grunt.
As he eased out of me, his gaze locked on mine while he repositioned himself.
I lifted my thighs, opening for him, wanting him so desperately to fuck me into oblivion.
With exquisite slowness that was on the cusp of torture, Eddie pushed into me.
Each inch left me gasping his name, each fraction deeper had me holding on tight.
Bottoming out, he grunted, the sound vibrating into me and settling contently in my chest.
Stroke by stroke, he pushed me to the brink, lips pressing against every piece of skin he could reach. “I missed you so much,” he whispered as he angled his chest away and gripped my hips.
I managed a nod, the gesture difficult with my senses going haywire. This was only the second time he’d fucked me, and one thing was clear: I couldn’t keep going on without doing this with him all the damn time.
“You feel so good,” I grunted. “Can’t wait till you come in me.”
A hiss escaped him when I spoke, his hips jerking and grip tightening to the point I hoped to God there’d be bruises.
“You want my cum?”
“Uh-huh.” I pushed against him and finally gave in and reached for my cock. Any sooner, and this would have been over already. “So fucking much.”
“Fuck.” Once again, his hips jerked, losing his tempo. I smiled at his faltering, loving how he seemed to enjoy the thought of him coming inside me as much as I did. His gaze snapped to my hand. “Don’t come yet.”
I grunted and squeezed my dick. Not sure I could hold back.
“I want to suck you off while your ass is leaking with my cum.”
“Fuck. You can’t…” I shook my head and squeezed a little tighter. “I need to—”
“I know.” Then there was no holding back from Eddie. He fucked me fast and hard, pistoned his hips until I grunted and groaned, certain that if I didn’t orgasm soon, I would detonate.
With each stroke, I clenched tighter around him, responding to his groans, needing him to let loose.
“You’re perfect.”
How he even managed the words when I could barely hear beyond the pounding of my heart and the buzzing in my brain was a miracle. Yet I heard them, felt them brush across my skin, leaving a trail of blissful heat in their wake.
His lips once more touched me, taking me by surprise, as I’d since closed my eyes, trying my hardest not to explode just yet. Meeting in a frenzy, our tongues brushed against each other as he fucked me into the mattress. I was coiled tightly—we both were.
Gasping for breath, I broke our kiss, my gaze locking on his.
A smile played on his lips before “Oh fuck… oh fuck…” broke out. His climax burst free. Focusing hard at not following, I stared at his face, watching each movement there. Emotion danced on his features as he filled me up, his hips jerking, body almost rigid with his release.
When he opened his eyes, he kissed me, quick and fast, catching my groan as he pulled out of me. He moved, sealing his mouth around my dick. The gasp tore out of me, the suction tight, the movement so perfect I had no choice but to clamp on to the wrecked sheets.
Stars danced in my vision, and I shouted out my release, my nerve endings spiraling out of control. I was fucking bound, tied so completely to this man that if I believed in soul mates, without a doubt he was mine.
Fuck, maybe I believed after all.
More lucid thought returned as we slowed our breathing. At some point he’d pulled off my dick, and for the first time I felt the remnants of his release, so distinctly different than the mess of lube alone.
“That was amazing.” He crawled up the bed, pressing tightly against me, head landing on my chest.
“Need my arms to work to hold you,” I managed with a weak chuckle, my limbs refusing to behave.
I felt the whisper of his smile against my skin. “All good. Shower soon.”
I grunted something unintelligible. Moving sounded like a lousy idea right now. Not only that, but I was in no rush to wash away the evidence of our lovemaking just yet.