Bennett (On the Line 2)

Hell yeah, I could. I got on my back and she rose to her knees, straddling me. I breathed out, done in by the sight of her. How could I ever get enough of her soft curves and smooth skin?

She leaned over me and slowly sank down onto my dick, moaning the whole way.

“Ah fuck, Char,” I said, holding on to her hips. “You’re so wet.”

She was a goddess. I was awestruck at the way she looked riding me, hair tossed back and round tits bouncing. What I liked best was that this was for her. She had no regard for whether or not I was close to getting off. Instead, she was using my body strictly for her pleasure. I’d never seen anything sexier.

“Oh, Bennett.” She was panting and she gripped my forearms tightly, her nails embedding in my skin.

It was so fucking good. She cried out and I pulled down on her hips, making her moan loudly. This had been all her, but I couldn’t help making her come a little harder.

Buried deep inside her, I came again myself. Her name came out of my mouth as little more than a whisper as my body tensed and I released inside her.

She grinned, her cheeks a gorgeous shade of pink. As soon as she’d swung her knee over me, I pulled her down beside me and wrapped myself around her, my chest to her back.

“Oh,” she said suddenly, jumping slightly. “Give me your hand.”

She moved my hand over her belly.

“You feel that?” she asked.

I closed my eyes and concentrated. “I don’t feel anything. The baby’s kicking?”

“Yes.” There was a smile in her tone.

“I can’t wait until I can feel it.” I kissed her shoulder and sat up. “I’m gonna go make us some plates of dinner to eat in bed.”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I took one more look at her, naked and relaxed in my bed, before heading into the kitchen.

I wanted to enjoy this moment. We got too little time alone together for me not to. But our earlier conversation crept into my consciousness.

“I cared for her so much it hurt sometimes.”

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It was how I was feeling about Charlotte right now. My feelings for her were an out-of-control freight train, barreling down the tracks. I’d vowed not to let this happen again, but not only did I think it wasn’t possible to stop the train, I didn’t want to.

Charlotte

I woke up slowly the next morning, too warm and content to snap back into awareness. Bennett had held me against him all night, and now he was snoring lightly, his head laying on my hair.

Our dinner plates were on the floor. We’d spent our whole evening in his bedroom, which I was just now getting a look at.

It was small, with dark paneled walls and beige carpet. There were no decorations, just a queen-size bed and a dresser. Everything about this room said this was Bennett’s temporary player housing.

He could get called up to an NHL team anytime. I considered that for the first time, realizing how much I’d miss him.

Would he be here when our baby was born? I wanted him there. No one else, just him. He was quickly becoming the most important person in my life.

We could be whatever we wanted to each other. I wasn’t gunning for a marriage proposal by any means. I liked what we had.

He shifted in his sleep, made a grunting sound, and tightened his hold on me. I slowly eased my hair out from under his head. Much as I wanted to stay like this all morning, I had to pee too much to do it.

“Where you goin’?” Bennett asked in a deep, sleepy tone as I made my way out of bed.

“Bathroom. Want me to make breakfast?”