Sacking The Player

There are times I wish I could be selfish — demand Amaya marry me and quit dancing so she can be with me all the time, but I know if I did that, she’d eventually hate me. Knowing her, she’d never agree to it anyway.

I make it up the stairs in record time. I unlock the door and sling my bag to the floor. I’m on a mission.

I get to my bedroom and Amaya is on my bed on her knees waiting for me. She puts them chicks in the Playboy Magazines to shame. I snap another photo of her.

“What are you doing?” She questions with a sexy smirk.

“Making sure I have a picture of you like this to hang on my wall.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy about you.” I pull my shirt over my head and start taking my pants off. God, I need to be inside her.

With my clothes out of the way, I tackle her on the bed. Her soft hands and slender legs wrap around me, and I smile relishing in the feel of her beneath me. Her body fits to mine perfectly.

My mouth finds her neck, and I pepper kisses down her throat until I make contact with her nipple, sucking it between my teeth and letting it go with a popping sound.

Pulling back, I tell her, “You look so damn sexy, baby, but these are getting in the way.”

She props herself up on her elbows, and I toss the pads across the room, not caring where they land.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

“Fuck, me too. I hate being away from you.” I dip back down and claim her mouth, taking my time, enjoying kissing her. I don’t know how I’m going to let her leave. I really don’t want her to go, but I can’t force her to stay.

“Tate, I…make love to me.”

I get the feeling there was something else she wanted to say, but I don’t press her. I know being away from me is hard on her too. “Always,” I tell her as I slide between her silky thighs, loving how wet and ready she is for me.

Her body is molded to mine as I slide deep inside her walls, wishing I could say the words, “I want you to stay.” I don’t say them. I leave them hanging on the tip of my tongue and show her with my actions. I give her all of me. I give her all I have in me. Every thrust, every kiss, every touch, I pour my feelings into it. I need her to realize how perfectly she fits into my life here. I need her in my world.

“Oh God, Tate. Harder,” she demands.

Severing our connection, I roll her to her stomach. She knows there’s only one way I do hard. That’s with her head down and ass up.

I drive into her as she grips the sheets moaning out my name. I drive into her wishing we were making a baby. I have to stop myself from telling her as much, because she would freak out. I know she isn’t ready for all that just yet. I am though. I want it all, and I want it with her.

Part of me secretly wishes she would get pregnant, so I’d have a reason to tie her to me further, but I’d never do that to her. She’d never forgive me if I got her pregnant to keep her from leaving me. It would only make her do exactly that—leave.

Kissing her shoulder, I still inside her, needing to hold onto this moment a little longer.

**

We’re meeting Courtney and Big Tex in an hour at some fancy restaurant. Courtney finished her degree and is now going to be teaching sixth grade at the local school here. I’m jealous that she’s moving here for Big Tex.

After the drama of last year, I wasn’t sure if those two would get their shit together, but they did. Courtney was only dating Adams for revenge and it turns out that Adams was dating her to make his ex-girlfriend jealous. Neither one knew they were scamming the other, but they laughed it off when it all came out. It was then that Tex had enough and three months later those two were married. Courtney tried to fight it, but with the help of Amaya getting her drunk, Tex took advantage of it. Sure, she put up a fight the next day once she realized what had happened, but she got over it.

And those two have been going strong ever since. Once Tex got his trust fund from his parents, he completely cut them out. Especially when they threw a fit when Courtney made Tex sign a pre-nuptial agreement. Tex had no issues signing it, hell, he even knew the only reason Courtney wanted him to sign it was to piss off his parents.

“Tate, babe, we should get going,” Amaya calls for me from the kitchen.

“Coming.” I go out and her back is too me as she bends over to put her shoes on. My dick hardens instantly at the sight of seeing her bent over like that. Checking the time, I decide on a quickie.

My hand slides along the curve of her hip. “Don’t move,” I grit in her ear and she shivers.

“Tate,” she says my name in a giggle, as I bite the shell of her ear and kiss her neck.

“You do crazy things to me, Twinkle Toes.”