CHAPTER 42 BOWER
BOWER
I glance at the TV. Bennett is stepping up to the plate, so I pause my work for a moment, sit back on my couch, and pull my knees into my chest.
I don’t know how he does it.
People are yelling and screaming for him. There’s the pressure of the game, of the team…and he’s so calm. He looks like none of that is even playing in his mind as he adjusts his helmet, taps the plate with his bat, and then gets into his stance.
The announcers talk about how well he’s been playing this season, especially in the fall, how he’s leading the team in hits and RBIs and how they see him as a true leader on the field.
He swings and misses but doesn’t seem upset as he steps out of the box and stares at his bat, composing himself.
The camera zooms in on him like it always does, taking advantage of the mysterious shadow the brim of his helmet casts over his face.
And sure, I know a different side to him, one that’s not dangerous at all, but on the field… it’s different.
And it’s hot.
He’s so freaking hot that all I can think about is tearing off his jersey and having a repeat of what I did to him this afternoon.
He steps back into the box and repeats his process before turning his head toward the pitcher.
The pitcher kicks his leg up and shoots the ball at Bennett, plunking him in the back and sending Bennett to the ground.
“Oh my God,” I gasp as I cover my mouth with my hand.
But it’s as if it’s nothing, and Bennett stands up while his team’s medical staff walks over to him.
They’re asking him questions, but the entire time, Bennett is staring down the pitcher while taking off some guard on his elbow and removing his batter’s gloves.
And it has to be the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Bennett is ready to rip apart the man on the dirt hill, and I’m here for it.
He nods toward the medical staff and then with one more glare at the pitcher, he jogs to first, where he sticks his batting gloves in his back pocket and then stares down the pitcher again.
Well…I’m horny, and I know exactly what we’ll be doing when Bennett gets home.
I fluff my hair one more time and check myself in the mirror.
Bennett should be home any moment. Some days it feels like he’s home right away after a game, and others it feels like an eternity.
Tonight, though, tonight is for us.
I check out my shirt, smiling to myself at the idea.
I took the far-too-small Bombers shirt I have and cut it even shorter, so it hits me mid-stomach.
Then I cut a deep V in it so my breasts are nearly spilling out of it.
I chose not to wear a bra, because…why? And then I paired the outfit with a navy blue thong and matching fluffy socks.
I curled my hair, leaving the ends straight but didn’t bother with makeup because I plan on making out with my man the entire night.
The door to his apartment opens and then shuts right before I hear him say, “Babe, you here?”
Smiling to myself, I play with my nipples for a few seconds, making them hard so they poke against the shirt. “In your room.”
I hear him set something down, probably his bag, and kick off his shoes before he heads back to the bedroom. I’m sitting on his bed, one leg over the other, hands propped behind me, waiting for him.
The moment he sees me, he stops as his eyes grow hungry. “Jesus Christ,” he growls. He reaches behind his head and yanks his shirt off. My eyes fall to his chiseled chest, thick and carved in all the right places. “You look fucking hot.”
He comes up to me and pushes me down on the bed, hovering over me with his hands on either side of my head.
“Congrats on the win,” I say as my hand drags over his chest. “How’s your back?”
“Fine.” He lowers his mouth to my neck and starts dragging his tongue along my skin.
“Are you sure?”
“Beautiful.” He takes my hand, placing it on his dick. “I’m hard as a fucking stone right now because my hot-as-shit girl is welcoming me home in the best way possible. I don’t give a fuck about my back.”
I chuckle as his mouth goes back to my neck and he plays with my breasts on the outside of my shirt.
While he makes me feel insane with his mouth, I push down his joggers, along with his boxer briefs, and he steps out of them before coming back to me.
“Fuck, baby,” he says as he squeezes my breast and kisses my cleavage.
I reach between us and start pumping him, causing him to groan, the rumble of his pleasure turning me on even more.
“I want these tits.” He squeezes them together, and then to my surprise, grabs each side of the V in the neckline and rips it open, tearing the shirt in the front so my breasts spring free and the shirt falls to the side. “Better,” he says and then pulls my right nipple into his mouth.
Sucking.
Licking.
Nibbling.
“Fuck,” I moan as my hand drops from his cock and glides up his back to his head, where I attempt to hold him in place, wanting so much more.
He moves to my other breast, continuing the same beautiful torture, making me so wet, so ready, that by the time he pulls away, I’m panting, needing any kind of pressure or friction.
I look him in the eyes, holding his head still, and say, “Fuck me, Bennett.”
His eyes go wild as he lifts and then turns me over in a blink of an eye. My ass is thrust into the air, but he keeps my head firmly planted in the mattress.
The feel of his palm dragging over my back, where his name and number are, down my spine and all the way to my ass, where he spanks me with a flick of his hand.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as he does it again and then presses the head of his cock over my clit, rubbing it up and down. “Yes, more.”
He spanks me again and starts flicking the head of his cock over my clit, up and down, up and down, while spanking me at the same time, creating a sensory overload. My brain’s unable to comprehend pain and pleasure, but I’m still enjoying it all.
He slips the head of his cock inside me for a second and then pulls it out before planting his hand on my ass.
“Oh my God,” I cry. I can feel my pussy contract, looking for any sort of pressure from him. “Fuck me, Bennett. Fuck me.”
“Jesus, beautiful,” he says as he lines his cock up with my entrance again.
“Feel this. Take my cock.” He slams himself all the way into me, to the fucking hilt, stealing my breath from my lungs.
“You make me so goddamn hard. Fuck.” He groans and then digs his fingers into my ass as he starts thrusting—hard and fast, relentless.
Not giving me a moment to adjust.
Not taking his time.
No, I asked to be fucked and he’s delivering.
I have to grip the comforter for balance as he slams into me, one thrust after the other, jostling my body and shaking my bones.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes, Bennett. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
He growls under his breath and holds one hand to my ass and the other on my shoulder, pinning me as he continues the onslaught of his thrusts, over and over and over again until I’m close.
“Right there, oh my God, right there. Don’t stop.”
But…he does.
He stops and then pulls all the way out.
“Bennett,” I complain just as he flips me back over and I’m met with a very hungry, aroused man, chest rippling, eyes on me, ready to fuck me into the wall.
He spreads my legs and then guides himself inside me again, but this time, he’s slower, deliberate as he takes my hands in his and pins them to the sides of my head, our palms touching, our fingers clasped together.
As he thrusts, slowly, in and out of me, swiveling his hips, he lowers his mouth to mine and captures my lips.
A wave of pleasure ripples through me, not from his thrusts, but from the intensity of his touch, the love I feel in this moment…like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held.
His tongue swirls around mine.
His chest lightly grazing my hard nipples.
His cock pulsing at just the right pace. The friction is far more intense than when he had my ass up and he was pounding into me.
When he releases my mouth and moves to my neck, he whispers, “I love you, Bower. So fucking much.”
I clench around him, loving those words, eating up the tenderness in his voice.
He makes me feel desired, needed.
Like he won’t find his next breath unless I’m next to him.
And that’s the difference between him and every other guy I’ve ever been with. I’m cherished, important, and one of a kind in his eyes.
His lips find my neck and he starts sucking, biting, nibbling, and then soothing with his tongue as he continues to drive into me, bringing me to a point that I don’t think I can take much more.
“Bennett, please.”
He lifts up and looks me in the eyes, our hands still connected, our bodies sweaty, our pleasure building. “Please what?” he asks.
And as I stare up into his sultry eyes, I know there is only one answer to his question. “Please make love to me.”
“Fuck,” he whispers before kissing me and picking up the pace of his hips while he makes out with me.
I moan into him.
I grip his fingers tighter.
And I spread my legs wider, giving him more room as he bottoms out, giving me so much pleasure with one thrust that I gasp and start tensing around him.
“Shit,” he whispers as he lifts and does it again, caressing my G-spot in a way that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
“Bennett,” I gasp, my eyes falling shut as my stomach coils and my pussy starts to clench, throb…contract around his thick, hard cock. “Oh God, I’m right…”
He thrusts again and the breath is stolen from my lungs.
Again and my legs grow numb.
One more time and white-hot pleasure springs through me in a flash, tipping me over the edge.
“Oh my God!” I cry out in a moan as he continues to pump, giving me that friction I need so I can extend my orgasm, the feel of him stoking the fire while I clench around him.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes growing tight right before he lets out a guttural groan, stills, and then spills inside of me with a roar. “Fucking hell.”
His head falls forward, our noses almost touching as I continue to contract around him and his cock twitches inside me, both of us on cloud nine as we look into each other’s eyes.
He releases my hand and then cups my face gently, his lips pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”
I smile up at him and whisper, “I love you, too.”
I stir in bed, noting the sun peeking through the curtains of Bennett’s room. I’m probably going to be late for work. But there is not a chance that I’m getting out of bed right now, not with Bennett wrapped around me, his dick pressed up against my back, hard as a stone.
Last night was…everything.
I always thought that someday I’d find the man of my dreams and that we’d get married and start a life somewhere. But as time’s passed, there hasn’t been anyone that’s checked all the boxes, and I’ve found myself making compromises to fit someone into the requirements.
That’s why I kept pushing to be with Cougar, because I saw the potential, even though there wasn’t that deep connection.
But Bennett…I don’t have to try with him. It’s just there.
The friendship.
The desire.
The commonalities.
The love.
And it’s all because I dropped my shield, just a moment, and allowed myself to feel the love he has for me. I allowed myself to see it, and when I went to put that shield back up, it wasn’t there anymore and it left me exposed in the best way possible.
And last night just solidified how much I don’t want or need that shield anymore.
“Morning,” he grumbles behind me as he shifts, his hard cock moving against my back.
“Good morning.” I grow wet from the thought of him taking me, right here, right now, him barely awake.
So I lift my top leg, propping it up and then reaching behind me and guiding him toward my entrance.
“Mmmm, fuck,” he groans, his body so warm as he slips inside of me. “Baby, you’re so wet.”
“And turned on.” His hand slips around to my front, pulling me against his chest, and then he squeezes my breast as he starts to pump inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re so warm.”
And already on the verge of coming for some reason.
“Jesus, baby. So tight.”
He squeezes one of my breasts, his fingers playing with my nipple, his hips thrusting into me.
“God,” I groan, resting my head against him and bringing my hand between my legs, where I start playing with my clit.
“Shit, I like that. Make yourself come all over my cock,” he groans, his voice so deep from just waking up.
So I work my fingers faster, spurring on my pleasure, bringing me to the edge quicker than I probably would have wanted, but God, it feels so good.
He feels so good, and before I can pause and let myself just relax, my fingers push me over the edge so I’m coming fast and hard, clamping around him as he pulses inside of me.
“Fucking hell,” he calls out as he pumps a few more times and then stills, coming inside of me with a low groan.
We both relax, the tension easing as he kisses my bare shoulder and then whispers, “Was not expecting that.”
“You woke up with a huge erection, and it turned me on.”
“It’s all your fault.” He chuckles and squeezes my breast again. “You’re so fucking hot and warm and—”
Knock. Knock.
He stills and then lifts up. “Was that the door?”
“Yeah, I think it was,” I say.
He drags his hand over his face. “Oh right, I scheduled breakfast to be delivered for us.”
“And that is why I love you,” I say as he slips out of me and puts on a pair of joggers.
His eyes are barely open, his hair’s a mess, and he looks so freaking delicious that it takes everything in me not to jump him right now.
“That’s why you love me?”
I laugh and nod.
He points his finger at me. “You’re going to regret that.”
I pretend to shiver in bed. “I hope you don’t punish me.”
“You can bet that sweet, spankable ass of yours that I will.”
I press my hand to my chest. “Oh, whatever will I do?”
He laughs and takes off down the hallway as I slip out of bed and into the bathroom just as I hear him answer the door.
I’m about to pee when I hear him say, “Gabby…what…what are you doing here?”
I still.
Oh my God.