Chapter 28- Tate
The last few weeks have been… a near fantasy. Alli has only shown me how much my life was missing her. We sneak back and forth between our houses, finding every excuse to visit while the boys play together.
Sometimes we steal kisses or a quick brush of her hands across my abs as she passes me.
Subtle looks thrown at me in the middle of throwing a baseball with the kids.
The other day, that one had resulted in us sneaking away to make out like teenagers in the kitchen.
I’d grabbed her ass and set her on the kitchen island while I devoured her mouth.
Thankfully I heard the kids coming and pretended to be digging out an imaginary splinter from her hand.
She made me watch some new hockey romance show on her ipad during the flight to Texas. I get what Ronan meant when he said it isn’t really about hockey. I still found myself enjoying it with her.
Now, the boys are crashed in Matty’s room at our Texas ranch house. They didn’t even take their shoes off before falling into their beds. Even Rambo curled up on the bed with Hudson and fell right asleep. Yes, of course, I had another bed ordered and set up for Huddy before we got here.
Alli does a full leisurely spin as she enters the house. It isn’t massive, but it’s a decent size home that my dad and brothers helped me build back when I’d first been signed.
There are some detailed woodworking and exposed beams. We outsourced some things like electrical. I watch her run her hand over the soft blanket folded over the couch.
“So… what should we do now?” Alli asks with a suggestive lift of her eyebrow and sets her purse down on the coffee table. That’s all it takes for me to throw her over my shoulder and march her up the stairs. I smack her ass to quiet her when she starts giggling too loudly.
When we make it to my room, I toss her onto the king bed. Her golden hair fans out around her head like a halo as she bounces twice, a grin lighting up her face.
“Good Lord, you look like an angel in my bed.” I climb onto the bed, holding myself over her, delighting in the way her hands instantly rake into my hair. My eyes roll back into my head, a rumble of appreciation bubbling out of my chest.
“I love when you do that.”
“Mhm, I can tell,” She whispers and does it again. Honestly, I’m no better than the puppy always trying to get her to scratch his head with her nails. “I can’t wait to meet the rest of your family. Will you tell me more about them?”
“Mm... Four of us.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. Scotty, then me. Then mom married Owen. They had Presley and Levi. You met Presley.”
“Yea, I absolutely love her. She’s a firecracker. Has she always been that way?”
“Yes. Drives mom kinda crazy. Levi. He’s graduating high school next year. He gets into all kinds of trouble with his friends.”
“Sounds like you from what I heard.” She teases, tracing a finger down my nose. I pretend to nip at it. “What about Scotty?”
A breath escapes me as I roll onto my side and run a hand through my hair.
“Scotty is…great.” I grunt. “Four feral kids that I love like my own. His wife, Gabriella, is having their fifth in May.”
“Do y'all get along?” She asks, her eyes seem a little knowing as they pass over my face.
“Not so much. It’s just always been a little complicated. He was older than me and remembers a lot more of life before Owen became our dad.” I shrug picking at a loose thread on the sheet on the bed between us. “He taught me to play guitar though.”
“Well, I can't wait to meet them all tomorrow.” A single finger under my chin tips my face up to hers. "Tonight though… I need you.”
The finger trails down my neck, down into my shirt. A shiver racks through my whole body at her touch. My eyes lock onto her full lips, the magnetic pull more than I care to resist.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her until she’s breathless. When I pull back, my chest tightens a the sight of her.
“Alli…” The strands of her hair feel like silk between my fingers as I brush them away from her face. The words almost come tumbling past my lips then and there, but the slight widening of her eyes tells me maybe it’s too soon for her. “I love having you here. In this house.”
She exhales slowly and gives me a small smile.
“I love being here, Tate. With you.” Her hands smooth over the skin beneath my shirt and the waistband of my jeans.
Fingertips gripping and pulling my hips down into the cradle of hers.
I rock into her, letting her feel what she does to me.
When she leans up to kiss me, it’s not frantic.
It’s not slow either. She simply devours me with loud, open mouth kisses, only breaking apart long enough to pull off each other’s clothes.
They go careening through the air in different directions.
She gets onto her hands and knees, pushing me back onto the pillows. An arm goes behind my head, propping me up and giving me the perfect view. Alli between my legs, taking my cock in her hand and licking me from base to tip.
“Fuuuck.” My hand immediately goes to her hair, wrapping it around my fist as she takes me into the back of her throat. It doesn’t take long before my body is drawing up tight, and I have to pull her off me, so I don’t embarrass myself. “You’re too good at that, baby.”
Her eyes drop as a rose shade of pink tints her cheeks. The sight of her, elbows and knees on the bed and her perfect ass in the air is almost too much to bear.
“Stay right there.” I make quick work of moving behind her. I grab her perfect ass with both hands, kneading and enjoying the view of her. “You are so gorgeous.”
Spreading her apart, I lean down and eat her pussy from behind.
A gasp escapes her. I don't stop. She reaches back and holds my head to her; her pants turn to chants as she careens towards that edge.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” Alli whines. She presses back into my face. Her face drops to the sheets with a loud moan as she shatters on my tongue.
I continue my assault until she gently pushes my face away and sinks flat onto her belly. Her usually creamy skin is splotched, red with the exertion of an intense orgasm. I smack her ass, failing to keep the smug grin off my face.
I reach into my nightstand and pull out a condom, ripping it open with my teeth.
“Had guests before huh?” She quips breathlessly, but there’s no real bite to it. Still, I hold her gaze.
“Never, Darlin’.”
She flushes a glorious cherry red. I plant a kiss to the color on her cheek.
I line up and push inside her in one fluid motion. We both groan as I sink in deep, my hips flush against her. She flutters around me.
Hovering above her, I take her chin between my finger and thumb, turning her head to kiss her.
She sucks hard on my lip as I pull out to the tip and slam back in.
I don’t stop kissing her, my tongue stroking hers, as I thrust into her.
My fingers intertwine with hers on the pillow.
When I feel her come undone for me again, I go with her.
My arms come around her, holding her tightly to me as I position us on our sides.
Still inside her, still connected as one.
I pet her damp hair away from her face, running my fingers through her strands.
The same way she does to me. I kiss her shoulder.
Her salty, sweet smell invades my nose and buries somewhere in my chest. Those words are on the tip of my tongue, begging to be let out, when a tiny snore escapes her.
I gently untangle myself from her to clean us both up. I get myself dressed in boxers and pajama pants. Finding a nightgown in her luggage, I fold and put it on the nightstand for her, not wanting to wake her just yet.
Instead, I slide back into the same spot and pull her into my chest. She nuzzles into me, inhales deep and sighs, without opening her eyes.
“Mm, Tate. I love you.”