WASN’T WRITTEN IN THE BOOK #2
Her soft brown eyes flashed, sparking with fire.
I arched an eyebrow. “Well?”
“I want you to cum inside me,” she whispered.
“That’s not asking nicely.”
“That’s because I didn’t ask.”
Was I hard before? I couldn’t have been. Not like this. My cock throbbed in my pants, precum leaking. It fucking hurt being restricted like that, and it was such a good feeling. I had it so bad for her, it was scrambling my brain.
“You want me to cum inside you?” I rasped.
The hesitation was gone. She inched forward. “Yes.”
“Good girls don’t want that.”
“I don’t want to be a good girl for you.”
Oh, fuck. “Then I won’t treat you like one. Sluts take what they want. If you want something so badly, take it.”
Tallulah slid away, peeling off her leggings, and I kicked off my shorts, throwing them with a thump against the bathroom door. My cock curved against my stomach, precum dripping to my skin. I wanted her to see how hard she got me, how much I craved her.
I grabbed her hips, pulling her on top of me with the same urgency she had.
Tallulah wrapped a hand around my cock and my breath caught in my throat. She lowered herself so slowly, anticipation pulsing in my veins. We met each other with nothing between us—holy fucking shit.
“F—fuck,” I gritted out. “Fuck, Tallulah—”
With a soft breath, she eased me inside, and I threw my head back, eyes shut tight. Just as tight as she was—goddamn.
Tallulah rocked against me, taking me deeper and deeper.
Fuck closing my eyes, I had to watch. Her shirt was still on—why was her shirt still fucking on?
I tugged it off, drinking in her breasts bouncing with her movements, the roll of her hips against me, the flush in her skin—fuck, fuck, fuck.
My hands were unsteady on her. She felt too fucking good.
“Doesn’t it feel nice to get the things you want?” I rasped.
“The things I want?” she challenged, grinding on me.
The words were immediate. “I want to cum inside you so fucking bad.”
“Keep going.”
“I want to fuck that tight cunt until I cum deep inside you.” I panted, my hips working instinctively to fuck her right back. “I want to watch my creampie drip out of you—I want to push it back inside—ah, fuck—”
“That’s right, baby,” she purred.
My eyes sliced to look up at her, my thoughts at a standstill. “You—you called me baby?”
Her smile was breathless, her voice soft. “That’s because you’re my baby.”
Everything flatlined.
Everything I’d been through to get to her was worth it. Every single fucking thing.
I grabbed for her, yanking her down with me. My arms went around her, holding her close as I fucked her, thrusting inside hard enough to shake the bed.
“I love you,” I gasped. “I—I love you so much, you don’t know how much I love you—”
Tallulah’s orgasm mixed with mine, both of us shouting loud enough I knew the house could hear us, bed slamming into the wall with each thrust. I came deep inside her, and even then I couldn’t stop pounding into her. It felt too good—felt so good—
It was the best sex I’d ever had.
The adrenaline eased off and we panted together in the silence. My body rang from the orgasm, satisfaction finally met.
Gently, Tallulah pushed away from me, her dark hair swirling around my vision. Her soft brown eyes were on me, watching me. It took me a second to realize what happened.
Did I…did I say I love you?
The bliss from the orgasm was gone. I stared back at her, both of us unmoving in shock. I said it. It’d flowed out so naturally because I’d been wanting to say it for a long time, but not now, not fucking now. I couldn’t say it now.
It was too soon, too early, too intense for Tallulah to understand. Fuck, she just offered a secret friends with benefits thing back at Marrs, if I told her how much I loved her, I’d scare her off. She’d leave.
Panic overtook everything else.
Tallulah touched my face. “Nick?”
“I didn’t mean that,” rushed out of me. “It was in the moment. I was just kidding.”
That was so much worse. Because I wasn’t kidding. I wasn’t lying. I wasn’t messing around. I loved her.
Tallulah didn’t say anything, she just gazed at me, and my stomach sank with the realization that it was so easy for her to accept.
Couldn’t she read my face?
Couldn’t she feel the heartbreak under my words?
The lie I was holding onto?
Didn’t she know me better?
Disappointment curled inside of my chest, making me sick. The words tumbled out faster. “That’d be fucking crazy. Me, love you? We’ve only been sleeping together since—” I sucked in a breath, waiting for her to stop me, but she was silent. “I’m not a relationship guy, everybody knows it, I—I—”
“Nick?” she interrupted me. Her eyebrows knitted in concern. “Are you okay?”
No, I wasn’t okay. I wasn’t. I was freaking the fuck out. I left the bed, shrugging on my shorts. “I forgot—I’ve got—I’ll be right back—”
“Nick?”
I stumbled downstairs. My teammates were gaming in the living room, and as soon as I came close, they yelled at me to keep it down upstairs, to quiet the fuck down. I ripped open the back door and threw up into the bird bath.
“Holy shit,” Gordo exclaimed. “What did that girl do to you?”
I ignored him, shutting the door behind me, slumping down to the brick steps. How could my body feel so good and my heart feel so fucking cold?
I was terrified. Terrified that I’d scare Tallulah away, terrified that she didn’t feel the same. Terrified that I’d rush things too fast and lose her.
Terrified that we’d get back to Houston and she’d never talk to me again.
Terrified that she’d find out exactly why I’d signed on with Tomasini in the first place. Why I’d taken that gamble.
I literally traveled to Canada for her. It was a fucked-up, obsessive choice, and I never debated it. What if I told her and Tallulah wasn’t okay with it?
I loved her so much, I was sick with it.
And Tallulah had no idea.