“Jesus,” I growl, latching my mouth to hers. “I can’t believe I get to come inside you.”
“I want your come,” she hiccups, her hands skating down my back and innocently stroking my ass, before taking two big handfuls. Clutching as much as she can hold. “I need it.”
My balls quite simply explode. I roar into our kiss and pound, pound, pound up into her perfection, relief like no other streaking down my back and twisting my spine. Too good. Too perfect. The intensity of my climax sets my teeth on edge, my head on fire. And I can’t stop pumping. I can’t. She’s receiving my seed like it’s medicine and she’s being healed right in front of me. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers, long and breathily, her pussy milking the sperm straight from my balls. There’s so much of it, we’re making a mess, but I swear to God, my body produces more semen on the spot, just to keep her pleasure heightened, and I continue humping her like a desperate animal, planting furious kisses on her mouth until finally, my body is an empty well and my muscles lose tension, dropping me down on the sweetest angel this side of heaven. No, she’s the sweetest on both sides. She’s a creation that should be celebrated every day, all day.
I’m so in love with her, it’s scary.
The couch is barely big enough for both of us, but I maneuver myself onto my side and haul her up against me, desperately inhaling the scent of her hair. “How do you feel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I gulp and hold my breath after asking that question.
“No. You made me feel…” She blows out a shaky breath. “Incredible.”
Pride soars in my chest. “Good,” I say gruffly, drawing her closer.
Enough to make her gasp. Whoops.
I loosen my hold slightly.
“I’m glad we get a second time,” she whispers into my throat, her fingertips trailing down the center of my chest. “You know?”
Do I ever.
“I’m glad as hell, too, Missy.”
Actually, my dick is already perking up again at the mention of round two. I could settle her on top of me and watch her learn to ride my big dick. Fuck. I want her in every position. I want her, period. I want to eat breakfast with her, buy her anniversary roses and share a sink in the bathroom. All she asked me for is a baby, though.
I settle a hand on her butt, molding the firmness. “It’s going to be crazy. Seeing you pregnant at headquarters and knowing it’s mine—”
I have so to stop talking because my throat tightens unexpectedly.
Shit.
How am I going to see her every day and not touch her? Not hold her?
Missy leans back and studies my face in the curious way she does. “Turk, I-I was thinking—”
A tremendous roar goes up in the stadium. We trade a look and reluctantly stand, walking side by side to the glass. Watching the game for a moment. “They’re using the formation you suggested.”
“I see that,” she breathes, touching the glass. “Should we…go watch them win?”
“Yeah,” I say, heart in my mouth. “Let’s go watch them win because of you.”
The smile she gives me is one I know I’ll see every time I close my eyes.
For the rest of my life.
My life without her.
Until then, though…I’m going to make every second count.
Seven
Missy
When we get home, there are dozens of luxury cars parked outside of my house.
I sputter at the sight, positive I’m seeing things.
There are football players in sweatpants mingling on my porch. Music is blaring from a third-story window. A pizza delivery guy is balancing at least ten pizzas in his hands while the coach counts out money from his wallet to pay. What is going on here?
My plan was to wait until Turk and I were sitting in my driveway to tell him…I don’t want us to be temporary. I’m not sure what love feels like, but I think…yes, I think I’m in it.
Definitely in it. One hundred percent.
My pulse is unruly and I can’t stop staring at his incredible jawline and eyes. He has the kindest eyes. Soulful and sweet. Unless he’s on top of me—and then, those eyes are a lot smokier. Heavy lidded and possessive. I love them both ways. Right now, my legs are itching to be back around his waist. I want to kiss him. I want his hands all over my skin and I want to spend a million years in bed with this man, being silly and telling him every one of my secrets. Learning all of his. I don’t want this to end.
If I’d had any experience with the opposite sex, maybe I would have known in the beginning that this man was going to be more important to me than anyone else. The feelings he inspired in me were unfamiliar, but they aren’t anymore. I can see now that I loved him almost immediately. Sensed my soul mate. And now I regret our agreement. I don’t want him to get me pregnant and end our association there. No. It’s unthinkable.