My man groans and lifts his hips, trying to rise to his knees, but I’m still sitting on his legs.
I tsk him. “Patience.”
“Fuck you and your patience.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
“Noah,” he whines. “I need …” His hands fist into his pillow. “I just need …”
“I know, baby.”
Matt usually likes the games, drawing it out, and the back-and-forth banter we always have. To get to the name-calling and begging so fast, he must really need it.
So I give him what he wants. I don’t even start with one finger—just lube up two and get to work. I tease his rim at first, just until he relaxes enough to let me in.
Tension seeps out of him as I finger his ass and prep him, and Matt’s not the only one who’s impatient. My dick has worked its way out of the hole in the front of my boxers without me even touching it.
It aches and craves friction. I want to reach for it, but Matt becomes too impatient.
“I don’t care if I’m not prepped properly. I need you inside me now.”
Instead of listening to him though, I scissor my fingers inside him. With him having practice tomorrow, it’s important he’s not walking funny in the morning.
Matt turns into a quivering mess, moaning into his pillow and pushing his ass as high as he can get it. He clenches around my fingers, greedy for more.
I don’t bother taking off my boxers. Instead, I cover my exposed cock with lube, hold Matt’s ass cheeks apart, and dive right in.
Asking Matt to be quiet on a good day is hard enough, but the shout of pure pleasure as I enter him shouldn’t be heard outside this room. The Chicago apartment seems more soundproof than the town house in New York. Even if she can hear it, with how keyed up we are, I know the noises won’t last for long.
I take a deep breath and will myself not to come inside Matt’s tight ass yet. I need to take a moment, no matter how many impatient noises my husband makes to get me to move.
“Need you,” Matt whispers.
“I’ve got you.” I pull back, dragging my cock slowly out until only the tip remains. I flatten my chest against his back.
I thrust inside hard, and Matt shudders. Starting at a slow pace, I move in and out of him until I can’t take it slow anymore.
I grip his hips and pull myself upright.
“Yes,” he hisses.
I take Matt hard and fast, and it doesn’t take long for sweat to drip down my chest, my muscles to tire, and my balls to ache.
Matt tenses and grunts through his orgasm, his tight ass contracting around my cock and milking it.
After he melts into the mattress and I come down from the high, I pull out of him, kiss his shoulder, and flop onto the bed beside him.
“Love you,” I say.
“Yeah, you do.”
I laugh, because I’m usually the one to mouth off at affection.
“Love you too,” he adds.
I don’t know what’s going to happen with Matt’s sister, what it means for Matt’s and my relationship, but I do know I’ll do anything for my man.
Even if it scares the shit out of me. Because there’s no doubt in my mind what’s going on in my husband’s brain.
Chapter Three
MATT
Noah’s trying to hide that he’s freaking out, and if I’m honest, I know exactly how he feels. I want to do everything I can to help Fern. In what capacity, I’m not sure yet—whatever she needs. But I saw the second she mentioned an adoption lawyer, Noah’s panic began. Because he knows me. He knows I’d want to protect my niece or nephew any way I could even if it means looking after them myself if it came down to it.
Yeah, she could adopt the kid out to strangers through an agency, but what if they get parents worse than ours? I don’t want to even think about it. Noah and I have the money and ability to take care of a child.
I think Noah would make a great dad, but the topic of kids is something we’ve never discussed. It’s another pitfall to rushing into marriage. We hadn’t had time to discuss it before we got hitched. I have always figured if I’m going to do the kid thing, I’ll do it after I retire from the NFL. It’s always been a future issue and one I haven’t had to think about seriously.
But the future problem is here now, and I’m not surprised to wake up to an empty bed. Noah waking before me can only mean one thing. He didn’t sleep much, if at all.
I get up and shower, because I’ll be no good to anyone before I feel human, and after I get dressed and make my way into the kitchen, I find Noah unpacking breakfast from the café downstairs in our apartment building.