Chapter 14 #2
“Pressured isn’t the right word, I guess, but you have to agree, this is a major commitment. We’re young too. I’m only nineteen. I’m just trying to wrap my head around it all, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you have feelings for me?” I know she does, but I want her to say it.
“I told you I did.” She sets her hands on my shoulders. “And I don’t say things I don’t mean. I might be cautious about it, maybe take time, but this? I didn’t lie to you. I do have feelings for you. Probably for longer than I should admit.”
“Okay, that’s all good though. And you’re not wrong. We did this backward, but it doesn’t change the fact that I want to make this work, and I know we can.”
“Football is going to be your priority for a while. It has to be, and I completely understand that. I really do. I just need to figure out how I fit into all of it.” She searches my eyes for an answer.
“It does make sense. But I really want you to trust me.”
In my gut, I know that us being together isn’t a mistake. And I believe that we’re meant to be. I can’t explain it, but I feel it. I think she does, too, but she’s scared. She needs to know she’ll be a priority for me.
“So, let me date you. Woo you. Whatever you want to call it. Let’s spend time getting to know each other better. I want to know everything about you.”
“I want to know everything about you too.” Her hands slide up my neck and into my hair.
I love it when she does this.
I need her to feel like she has the control here. I think that’s the only way she’s going to give this a chance and not run for the hills. And give up on me.
“I have an idea.” I rub my hands up and down her thighs.
“What’s your idea?”
“Give me until April.”
“For what?”
“To prove to you that this isn’t a mistake.”
“Silas, just to be clear, I don’t think you’re a mistake. I just think maybe now that we’re out of the Vegas bubble, we need to be more realistic. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you.”
“And all of those feelings and thoughts are completely valid. So, I’m going to let you decide if we stay married or not. But I’m asking you to give me until the draft to make you fall in love with me.”
“Silas,” she practically whispers.
“Come on, Cupcake. Give me a chance.”
“What if you don’t fall in love with me? What if you decide you don’t want this?” She drops her hands from my neck.
“Baby, I’m already there. You own me.” I bring her hands to my chest.
“Really?” A smile spreads across her face.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I kiss her and run my hands up and under the Walker football sweatshirt she’s wearing.
“Hmm … no bra?” I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples.
She shakes her head. “No. I showered when we got back, and I just didn’t put one on.”
I move down to the hem and grab it. “I’d better check, just to be sure.”
“Silas.” She giggles when I stick my head under the sweatshirt, but gasps when I suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
I pull her sweatshirt off and throw it over my shoulder.
“What about the pizza?”
“I’m gonna have dessert first tonight.” I smirk.
“Oh my God.” She laughs.
I kiss my way down her chest, and with one hand, I push her gently to lie down.
Then I take the waistband of her shorts and pull them, along with her underwear, down her legs. Her skin is so soft, and she smells so fucking good; I’m barely hanging onto my control.
I rip off my shirt and center myself between her legs.
On the first swipe of my tongue, she gasps and arches her back. “Silas,” she breathes.
“Best dessert I’ve ever had.” I swirl my tongue slowly around her clit and bring one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. “Do you like this, baby? Do you like it when I lick your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans.
She starts to move her hips, so I let her grind on my tongue, letting her take what she needs.
She grabs on to my head—without being told to this time—pushing my head into her, holding it while I run my tongue from her opening up to her clit. Then I stop long enough to wet my finger and slide it between her ass cheeks.
“Relax.” I move my finger slowly up and down, but don’t insert it. We’ll get to that another time.
“I’ve never done anything there.”
“This is all we’ll do tonight. How does it feel?” I press on her tight opening.
“I … I’m not sure. It’s different, but not in a bad way.”
“Focus on my tongue and how my mouth feels.”
I look up and see that she’s watching me. So, I let her see my tongue tasting, licking, and then I suck her clit into my mouth.
Her breathing is getting faster, and I can tell she’s absolutely turned on. I don’t think it’ll take much more to set her off.
I increase my pace and flatten my tongue to intensify the friction. When I moan on her clit, her hips buck.
“Silas, I want you inside me.” She puts her hands on either side of my head, pulling me up.
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “You want your husband’s thick cock?”
“Yes,” she rasps. “Hurry.”
I strip off my sweatpants and crawl up her body and lift her under her arms to move her further back on the bed.
When I’m lying on top of her, I take her mouth in a searing kiss. I rub my dick up and down her slit, hitting her clit with my crown.
She opens her legs wider and reaches between us, takes my cock in her hand, and places it at her entrance. “Please,” she begs.
I push into her slowly, making us both groan.
“Oh God, Silas. How does it feel so good? I didn’t know it could be like this.” She lifts her hips to meet mine, pushing me in deeper.
“I know, baby. It’s the same for me. You are perfect. Your tight little pussy squeezing my cock.” I wrap my hand around her neck, my thumb resting on her pulse point. I can feel her heartbeat thumping.
I shove into her hard, lifting my head just enough to see her face. Her mouth falls open, and she covers it with her hand.
I squeeze gently on her throat. “Let them hear you. Don’t hold it in.”
She shakes her head back and forth, arching her back and tipping her head back further.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
“Goddamn, you are such a good girl, baby. You’re greedy for my cock, taking it so well.” I thrust my hips faster, deeper, making her body inch up the bed.
She removes her hand from her mouth and puts it on the headboard behind her.
“Please,” she rasps.
“Please what?” I slow my pace and grind my hips so I put pressure on her clit.
“I … I need to come.” She takes my face in her hands. “Kiss me.”
I tease her with my tongue, tracing her bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. Then I release it with a pop.
She holds my head and slants her mouth on mine, her tongue diving deep. But as she gets closer to her orgasm, her breaths mingle with mine, and then I start to feel her pulsing around my dick.
“That’s it. Come all over my cock.” I thrust faster, my balls tightening, and the pressure rushes through me as Brooke and I come together.
I kiss her softly as we both catch our breath.
“How is it so good every time?” She winds her arms around my neck.
“Because you and I fit, Cupcake.” I kiss her nose, then pull out of her and move to lie next to her. My fingers lightly trace the curve of her breasts, then down her stomach.
She inhales sharply. “I think you might be right.”
“So, you feel a little better about us?”
She turns her body to face me. “I think we still have a lot to think about and discuss, but I accept.” She smiles.
“Accept?”
“I think we date and see how it goes. And if we—not just me—feel like this isn’t working by the time you get drafted, we’ll go our separate ways.” She places her hand on my arm, watching it move across my skin, then meets my gaze.
I look into her eyes and then at the soft, hopeful smile on her face. “I won’t change my mind, just so you know. But I’ll take it.” I kiss her again because I need to seal this deal with a promise but without the words.
“Pizza’s here!” Bo yells from outside my room.
“Guess we should go eat.” She starts to sit up, but I stop her.
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” I get up from the bed. “I mean it— stay put.”
“Okay, I won’t move.” She giggles.
I get a pair of shorts from a drawer and pull them on. I take my T-shirt from off the floor and slip it over my head.
The bathroom is next to my room, so I run in and grab a towel from the cabinet, then run it through warm water. When I get back to my room, she’s still lying there, as I asked.
I push her legs open, and when I see my come leaking out, it makes me want her all over again.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I don’t answer and instead place a kiss on the inside of her thigh before wiping the towel over her, cleaning her off.
“Thank you,” she says, running her hand over my head.
“I’ll always take care of you, Brooke.”
I take her hands and pull her up. I lean down and grab her undies, shorts, and sweatshirt.
“Lift your arms.”
I pull her sweatshirt over her. Then I sit on the edge of the bed and slide her panties up her legs, then her shorts. Her arms rest on my shoulders.
I kiss her stomach over her clothes and look up at her. “Let’s go eat some pizza, wife.”
She brushes her hand over my head again. “I’m starving now.”
I pick her up as I stand. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
I kiss her as I open the door and then walk her out of my room.
I’m gonna make this girl fall hard, and I’m never gonna let her go.