CHAPTER 40 BEN
“Do the exercises each day to build strength and you should be good to play next Sunday,” Dr. Baker says on his way out of one of the exam rooms at the Complex.
Adrian goes over the specific movements with me, and I’m cleared for basically anything that doesn’t involve potentially reinjuring my shoulder.
I pull my shirt back on and head toward the meeting rooms. The entire team is in a meeting in the biggest conference room today.
I slide into a seat in the back row. Coach is showing film from yesterday’s game where the Aces handed Baltimore their asses on a platter. Even when we win, there are still mistakes to go over. There are still penalties.
Tristan Higgins slides into the seat beside me. “How’s the shoulder?” he whispers.
“Should be good to go by Sunday,” I say.
“Good,” he says.
We both listen to Coach spew on about mistakes as I think about the kid next to me. He’s young still—just twenty-four—and he already missed a half season due to an ankle injury just after he married the devil when she promised him the world.
“Divorce final yet?” I ask when Coach takes a break from talking to pull up more footage.
He shakes his head. “Savannah is dragging her feet.”
“Why?”
He rolls his eyes. “Reality TV. She thinks I’m her meal ticket.”
“Tell it to the judge.”
“I have,” he says bitterly. “And the truth is…I am her meal ticket. I just want out. I want to move on.”
“I can’t believe that for all the shit she’s done, she’s getting away with dragging her feet. Jack’s lawyer is good, and he’s familiar with her. You talk to Jack about it?”
He shakes his head.
“You know he and Luke have a past with her, too,” I say.
“Yeah. That’s only a small part of the reason why she stuck her claws in me.”
“To make them jealous?” I ask.
He shrugs. “She’s delusional and I was blind.”
“Yeah, she’s pretty hot. For a crazy chick.”
He laughs, and Coach starts analyzing the next play so our conversation is cut short. I wish there was some way to help him. Maybe I’ll talk to Jack and see if he can put his lawyer in touch with Tristan. It can’t hurt.
After film review, it’s lunch then meetings and practice.
It’s a little after five by the time I pull onto my street, and I’m fucking beat after a weekend of travel and a long day today. I’m thinking about bowing out of tonight’s Dalton family dinner at Jack’s place. Instead, I’ll order something in and collapse on the couch the rest of the night.
After my shoulder exercises, of course.
When I open the door, though, Buddy attacks me with his puppy love, and standing behind him is my girl.
Seeing her standing there sends a pulse of energy right through me, landing squarely in my cock.
“You’re here,” I murmur.
Her lips tip up. “I am. It feels good to be home.”
I kick the door shut behind me. “Buddy, sit,” I command as I try to get some semblance of control in here. I don’t think he sits—in fact, it sounds like he leaves the room, but I can’t be sure since I don’t take my eyes off her as I stalk across the room.
I stop short when I get to her. “Is this real?” I ask.
She lifts a hand and palms my cheek. “You tell me.”
I lean into her hand for a beat before I bend down to press my lips to hers.
It’s definitely real.
She grabs onto my biceps to steady herself as she pulls back.
She clears her throat. “I haven’t told anyone I’m back.
I took the first flight out after I tied up a few loose ends and grabbed a Lyft here from the airport.
I want to see my mom and my brothers and Ellie and Kate. I want to tell everyone all our news.”
My first thought is now?
But of course she means now.
I nod. “Family dinner is at Jack’s tonight in about an hour.”
“Then it sounds like we have an hour to make up for lost time.” She raises a brow, and I practically tackle her as I pull her into my arms and drop my mouth to hers.
I’m all for making up for lost time starting right the hell now.
I turn us as we kiss and move her until her back is against my front door. Her hands are braced on my biceps, and as much as I want to worship her mouth with mine and take my time, a needy ache deep inside me doesn’t have the patience to wait.
Instead, my hand drifts to her breast, which I grab roughly, before it drifts down to cup her cunt over her jeans. She flexes her hips against my hand, searching for friction like the greedy girl she is, and I can’t help a smile against her mouth.
She pulls back. “What?”
I shake my head. “I just missed you. That’s all.”
Her eyes get a little misty at my words, and she presses a soft kiss to my mouth. “I missed you, too. So damn much. Enough chatter now. Fuck me, Ben.”
I laugh, and then I give the lady what she wants.
I kneel down and slide her jeans down her legs, taking her panties with them.
She kicks them off when I get to the bottom, and I drop my own shorts to the ground along with my Garfield boxers.
As much as I want those tits in my face, we don’t have time.
I’m desperate to be inside her, and I grab her into my arms as she hooks her legs around my waist. I prop her against the front door and plunge my way back home.
“Oh,” she moans loudly. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Her words only spur on my speed as I pick up the pace, driving into her over and over. “Your pussy is so tight and wet,” I grunt.
“Only for you,” she says, and I let out a little growl at her words. “Oh God,” she groans. “It’s so good.” She repeats the last two words, drawing them out as pleasure takes hold.
It’s too much. Hearing her sweet voice, knowing she’s here, this is real, we’re back together, we’re creating a future I didn’t even know I wanted…it’s everything, and it all crashes into me just as she hits her peak.
Her cunt tightens on my cock as she lets out a symphony of sweet sounds that let me know I’ve completed my mission, and I let out my signature Big O Thunder roar as my body hits its own breaking point. Her body milks my cock as I come into her, the climax brutal and perfect all at once.
I pull out of her and let her down as I shove my fingers inside her, using my come to extend her orgasm as I spread the wetness over her clit.
Her legs quiver as she cries out and nearly collapses against me, and I hold her up with one arm around her waist while I stay with her through the moans encouraging me on.
When her pulses slow and her breath comes in pants rather than moans, I pull my fingers out of her and help her back to her feet.
She tips her chin up, and she kisses me with passion and urgency, like we didn’t spend enough time kissing in foreplay and she wants to make up for lost time there, too.
I back her up against the door again, and we continue to kiss right there in my entry.
I don’t think there’s enough time in our lifetime to spend together this way. I could stay in this moment forever, but I also know reality is waiting around the corner.
Namely, Buddy, who starts barking as we both hear a knock on the door right next to her head.
We both stop, and I can’t help my laugh at the way her eyes widen to saucers at the knock.
“Shit,” she whispers.
“It’s fine, babe,” I say as she scrambles to gather her clothes off the floor. I pull my boxers and shorts back on and peek through the peephole. “It’s just my dad.”
She scurries out of the room with her clothes while I yank my shirt back on, and then I open the door.
“Everything okay in here?” he asks, his brows drawn together in concern.
I laugh. “Yeah. Everything’s great. I actually have some news to share—and a guest, somewhere around here.”
His eyes seem to twinkle a little. “I thought I heard some noises in here when I walked up. Figured we’d go to the dinner together tonight, but sounds like maybe you’ll be driving with someone else?”
Kaylee appears in the hallway—fully clothed, I might add.
My dad tilts his head as his expression softens. “Kaylee,” he says, and I think I detect a bit of pride in his tone. He glances between the two of us. “Does this mean you two figured things out?”
I look back at my girl, and she moves toward me before lacing an arm around my waist. I toss my arm around her shoulders to draw her in a little closer. “It does.”
“Couldn’t be happier for you both,” he says. He turns to Kaylee. “Does your mother know you’re back?”
She shakes her head. “I figured we’d surprise her at dinner.”
He moves toward her, and she meets him in the middle for a hug. “She’s going to be thrilled you’re here.”
“I’m thrilled to be here,” she admits as their quick hug ends. She moves back to me and grabs my hand. “And I’m thrilled we finally landed where we were always supposed to.”
I smile down at her.
Me too.