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Seventh Heaven (Allendale Four 4)

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The shower was ridiculously large—built for Oliver’s stepmother’s delusions of grandeur. Two large showerheads arched overhead with a glass wall dividing the space. A small bench sat on the side, filled with Heaven’s hair products. She stripped off her panties, giving me an exquisite view of her ass and I followed, dropping my rain soaked shorts. My hands were on her before she ever touched the steaming hot water.

Immediately I relished the warmth of the water and the closeness of her body. I was already aroused, had been since we walked through the door. My hunger only increased as she removed her clothes and entered the shower. My cock bobbed between us and she reached for me, stroking my length. I exhaled with relief and grabbed the bottle of soap off the shelf, squeezed a glob of purple goo in my hands and leisurely soaped up her body. The suds were slippery over her curves but I wasn’t in a hurry. I pressed a hand against the wall and leaned into her, kissing her hard under the falling water.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying myself—her nipples were peaked—her fingers traveled my body. I was cut—better than during my playing days when I was more about mass—needing the size for intimidation in the goal. These days I was leaner and Heaven’s hands wandered the defined muscles of my abs, the sharp dip of the V I worked my ass off to get, and the hard expanse of my chest.

“This is my favorite part of your body,” she said bending over, nipping her teeth at the soft flesh under my belly button. My cock sprung in reaction. She squeezed the soap into her own palm and coated my balls, shaft, and ass.

I ran a hand down her side, grazing her belly and inching below. My lips traveled from her mouth to her breasts and I heard her breath hitch—the signal that she was ready. I reached for her but she spun, backing herself against me. Ever since that first time we’d done it like this, Heaven made it clear it was her favorite position. I sure as hell agreed. She looked at me over her shoulder and I kissed her while lifting her leg on the bench. Her foot steadied on the flat surface.

With our bodies soapy and slick, overheated and wanting, I slid inside, taking my time so I could feel every inch of her. Her approval echoed against the tiles, music to my ears, and together we healed any rift between us, hoping to heal any worries she may still carry.

Our bodies moved in sync, our breathing combined, my balls ached, my heart twisted and I buried my head in her shoulder until she shuddered beneath me. I followed along; mended, bonded, whole.

18

Heaven

I woke up dreaming of swimming in a dark, heated pool, skin hot and sticky. I pushed back the covers, seeking cool air. It hit my skin, resulting

in a chill. My head pounded and I groaned, falling back against the pillow.

The mattress shifted next to me and I felt the heavy weight of Hayden’s hand on my arm. He stirred again, this time looking over the pile of pillows in the bed. I was greeted with tousled hair and perfect lips. Oh, and very concerned gray eyes.

“You’re burning up,” he said, touching my cheeks, then forehead.

“My head hurts.”

“I bet it does. You definitely have a fever.”

“And my whole body aches.”

“Let me get you some medicine.” He stopped in the bathroom door. “You’re finished with those other antibiotics?”

“Yeah, a few days ago.”

He left the room and I dozed, noticing him again sitting next to the side of the bed, water glass in hand. “Take these.”

“Okay.”

I swallowed the pills and water. Two seconds later, I had a coughing fit.

He sighed and smoothed the blanket under my neck. “I knew you were too sick to run last night.”

“But not too sick for those shower shenanigans?” I closed my eyes when I said it, trying to block out the light.

“Were you feeling like shit last night?”

“No. Not really—I think maybe my bronchitis is back.”

“Rest.”

There was no argument from me. I curled on my side, already half asleep when I heard the door close with a click.

A coughing fit woke me up, fluid thick in my chest. Once I got it under control, it was the voices from the kitchen that lured me from my room. I felt woozy, stopping occasionally to place a hand on the wall and rest.

“You were with her last night—how was she then?” Jackson asked.

“I asked her before we left if she felt okay and she said yes. And she seemed fine during our run and uh, after.” There was an unmistakable hint of guilt in his voice. “I guess maybe the rain and exertion didn’t help if she was already coming down with something.”



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