Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
Easton
I used to like away game series, but I’ve never been so happy to be home.
The three of us walk through our security gate, none of us even caring about the sign, having no energy to tear it down. It’s late, and I’m pretty sure we’re all coming home to quiet, dark condos.
“I have to see the contractor tomorrow,” Decker grumbles, stopping at his door.
“Sucks for you,” I say, climbing the stairs. “You’ll miss this commute when you move.”
“That’s for sure. I’d be with Hayes in an Uber right now.”
Decker leaving the condo building is going to be so weird. We’ve been here together since day one. But I know the house renovation will be finished by the end of the season. Things are changing whether I want them to or not.
“Night, Goldie.”
“Night.” I hear him walk through his door, and it shuts behind him.
Foster’s already halfway between my place and his when I reach my condo.
“See you, Reap,” I say, knowing he’s going to keep moving without a word. The minute the plane landed, Foster was on a mission—get home to his girls.
Me too, but Hadley and I aren’t where he and Callie are.
Things with us are still up in the air since we decided to give this a try, then I immediately left town.
I hate not knowing what I’m walking into.
I have no idea if she’ll be in her room and we’ll wake up tomorrow and see each other, or if I’m supposed to go to her… or not.
I hate uncertainty in my life, and telling a woman you want to date her, then leaving for seven days, is not ideal for me to feel anything but off balance.
I press in my code. Stepping inside, the light in the living room is on, and I catch a note on the table where I usually put my wallet and stuff.
It reads Welcome Home with a heart.
So what does that mean exactly? I’ll catch you in the morning?
I drop my bag by the front door and peek my head into my room. Tanner is sprawled on his back, out cold, with his pacifier half in, half out of his mouth.
God, I missed him.
I get it, why all the guys have struggled so much when the season starts. Having a life here makes you feel like you’re missing out on your kid growing up. And it’s more than him here too.
“Hey.”
Hadley’s whispered voice has me whipping around.
She’s resting her shoulder on the doorframe. Just like that, all the how do I play this questions that have sat tight in my chest loosen.
“I thought you were sleeping.”
I don’t wait for an answer. My hands are already on her, gripping her hips, walking her backward before lifting her in my arms. She wraps her legs around me, her fingers sliding into my hair as though she’s been waiting for this moment like I have.
“My vibrator isn’t cutting it… so lucky timing for you.”
That smile—fuck.
“I like the outfit.” My voice is lower now, my eyes dragging down the soft dip between her breasts.
Not lace, but a silky satin. Totally her and perfect.
“Are you taking me to bed?” she murmurs. “Or are you thinking the counter?”
She has no idea what that question does to me. A million scenarios run through my head.
“Bed,” I say, already moving toward her room.
My mouth is on hers before we step into the room. It’s all teeth and heat and need, as though we’ve both been holding back too long. Her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging, and I grip her ass harder, pressing her against me.
“Fuck,” I mutter against her mouth. “I love your ass.”
“Is that all you love?”
“If I start listing things, we won’t make it to the good part.”
“How about you show me instead? You can kiss them all.”
That I can do.
I lay her on the bed, and stepping away—even for a second—kills me. But I force myself to shut the door, the soft glow of Tanner’s monitor catching my eye on her nightstand.
I turn back, and she’s watching me as if I’m her favorite show.
I take my time, slowing my pace, being deliberate with my movements. Because if I don’t, this will be over too fast, and I’m not done with her. Not even close.
I strip my shirt off, and her gaze drops, tracking every muscle.
That shouldn’t get to me.
But it does.
So I drag it out further. Let her watch me as I flick the button of my jeans.
Her hand slowly lowers down her chest, her finger running along the waistband of her shorts before she slips it underneath.
My dick presses against my zipper.
Her back arches as her fingers move, and something low and possessive tightens in my chest.
“Jesus… Hadley. Let me see.”
Now it’s me desperate to see all of her.
She smiles slow and knowing and pushes her shorts down, spreading her thighs.
All for me.
I unzip and shove off my jeans, stepping out of them, my cock already straining against my boxer briefs. She bites her lip as though she wants it, and god, do I want her to have it.
“Take them off,” she says.
“Bossy,” I murmur.
“You asked me first. It’s your turn now.”
Yeah, she’s got me there.
I slide down my briefs, my cock springing free. Her breathing hitches, and fuck, it makes the last of my restraint evaporate.
“Remember when you said I could have a few licks of yours?” she says.
I almost laugh, remembering our trip to the ice cream shop.
“Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
She crawls toward me, slow and deliberate, and I tug her cami up and off, leaving her bare in front of me. God, she is so fucking beautiful.
I should take control here. I should flip her, pin her down, make her take what I give. But then it would be over too fast, and I’m not about that tonight. I want to have her for hours, not minutes.
She lifts her hand—the one that was between her legs only minutes ago—and I catch it, bringing her fingers to my mouth. I suck her juices slowly, dragging my tongue around her fingers, watching her unravel a little more with every second that passes.
“East…”
That sound—her saying my name like that—it pinches something inside me I can’t dissect right now.
So I don’t.
Her other hand wraps around me, stroking, spreading my precum against the tip, and I swear if I don’t put a stop to this, it will be over before it begins.
“I’m not going to last,” I mutter.
She laughs, then leans down, taking me into her mouth just long enough to make my head fall back.
“Just a taste for later,” she whispers.
She drops onto her back, open, waiting for me as if she’s mine for the taking. I crawl over her, my body covering hers, my cock pressing at her entrance.
“You have no idea how much I missed this,” I say, my voice rougher than I mean it to be. For some reason, I can never keep my true feelings quiet around her.
I push inside her—slow and deep—and she clenches around me.
Then I pull out before I lose it and flip us, bracing my back against the headboard. “Straddle me.”
She does, one leg swinging over mine, and when she lowers herself back down, taking me fully again, I swear stars and galaxies fill my vision.
“Fuck,” I breathe.
We don’t rush it.
Because her above me, moving slow and controlled, like she knows exactly how to undo me is something I want to drag out as long as possible. Her hands press into my chest as she moves, every roll of her hips pulling something tighter in me.
“I’m going to need something for away games,” I say, because I need to break the intensity before I drown in it.
Her brow lifts. “Are you asking for nudes?”
“Or sexting. I’m not picky.”
She presses her finger to my lips. “Later. Right now, you have me right here.”
She’s right, so I shut up and pull her down.
I take her breast into my mouth, sucking, and she gasps, her body tightening before melting again.
“I love when you do that.”
I caught on to that our second time together. She loves any kind of breast and nipple play.
My hands move over her body—up her spine, down to her ass, gripping, guiding her pace, making it deeper… slower… harder.
She breaks first.
I feel the way her body tightens around me, her rhythm faltering for a second.
“God, Easton… fuck…” Her nails dig into my shoulders, her entire body locking as she comes, clenching around me so hard she nearly takes me with her.
I flip her onto her back before I lose control completely, hooking her leg over my shoulder and driving into her, chasing my own release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” I finish hard, my mouth on hers, swallowing whatever sound she makes as I come apart.
Afterward, we’re both breathing heavily, her fingers sliding through my hair, softer now.
“I missed you,” she says.
“You missed my dick,” I tease, deflecting because that’s what I do.
She shakes her head, her expression shifting. “No… I missed you.” A small smile curves her lips. “Your dick is just a bonus.”
Something warm spreads through me, catching me off guard.
I almost say it back, but I pull her into a kiss before my confession can slip out.