Page 64 of The Echo of Regret

And then she starts to move, rising and falling. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room until all I can hear is a rhythmic slapping mixed in with her quiet pants and desperate moans.

“Fuck, Gabi,” I say as she moves again so her feet are underneath her, and then she’s bouncing on top of me.

Pleasure courses through my body, and I grip her waist tightly, shifting my hips up so I’m meeting her in the middle. She cries out, her movements stuttering, and that’s when I know it’s time to take back the control.

“Look how you take me,” I growl, thrusting up into her. “How I fit inside you so perfectly.”

Gabi’s fingers dig into my chest, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re like a fist around me, squeezing so tight. So perfect.”

I move one hand so my thumb is grazing her clit, and she shouts out at the added stimulation. I keep at it, stroking her over and over as I spear up into her.

“Bishop, if you keep doing that I’m gonna—”

Her inner walls clamp down on me like a vise. The feeling shatters my resolve, and after a few more thrusts, I feel that twist in my spine, and then I’m coming, too. White heat licks its way through my body, and I fight to keep my eyes open, watching Gabi.

After a moment or two, we both start to come down, and she slumps over on top of me. I roll her to the side then make quick work of removing the condom and wrapping it in tissue that gets chucked in the trash can under my desk.

When I look back at her, looking thoroughly ravished and sprawled naked on her stomach, her gorgeous ass in the air, I can’t help but admire the dips and curves of her body. Crawling into bed next to her, I kiss her ankle, then her calf, then her thigh. Gabi giggles quietly as I make my way up—her hip, her back, her shoulder—but it cuts off with a gasp when I roll her onto her back and spread her legs.

“One more,” I whisper.

She watches me the entire time, her fingers stroking gently through my hair as I pulse my tongue against her already overstimulated clit, as I slip my fingers into her—first one, then two—and search for that deep, sensitive spot I know will tip her over the edge again. It takes a while, her body already depleted, but I don’t give up. Not until I feel her thighs begin to twitch again and her hands in my hair begin to tug, her hips shifting with need. When she comes for the third time, it’s with a soul-shaking cry, like something deep inside her has broken free.

We lie in bed together for a long time.

At some point, my mom comes home, and we can hear her moving around the house downstairs, though the noise is faint. It’s interesting, having sex in this bedroom but being in my 20s. When we were younger, it was always a sneaky thing, so we never had the luxury of lazing around afterward, the idea of my parents catching us enough that we usually had our clothes back on within a minute or two of finishing, and we never had sex at Gabi’s. She didn’t have a lock on her door, and her fear of Leah walking in kept things strictly above the waist and fully clothed.

Today though, on a random Thursday evening, we get to lie here and hold each other, Gabi tucked snugly against me, her back flush to my chest, her ass cradled in my hips. She’s running her fingers gently along the skin of my injured wrist, her eyes watching the movement.

“I never asked how it went, getting your cast off,” she says, her voice low.

I press a kiss against her shoulder. “It went fine. It’s nice to have the freedom to move a little bit, but the doctor was pretty intense with me about not overdoing it.”

She glances over her shoulder, her eyebrows furrowed. “So you decided to lift me up and hold me against the door?”

I grin. “Worth it.”

Gabi huffs and turns away, returning to her examination of my hand. It hurts like hell and I know I need to take some sort of pain reliever, but right now, the sensation is manageable, and I’d rather stay here, with Gabi wrapped in my arms.

“I’ve never broken a bone before. What does it feel like?”

I think back to that day, as I slid into third base, my arms stretched forward. I could feel the fact that I’d slid wrong, that I was at a weird angle and would have a hard time catching myself, but nothing in real life happens in slow motion, the thought barely through my mind before I was plowing into the bag.

“I actually didn’t feel anything at first, but I heard it. It was a pop noise, and I’m not sure if it was something I heard in my mind or if someone else would have been able to hear it, too. And then there was this…rush of warmth, like I’d dipped my entire hand in warm water.” I wiggle my fingers just a tiny bit in her hand. “It was when I stood up that I felt the pain, that I realized I’d hurt myself.”

“What happened?”

“I finished the inning.”

Gabi’s head jerks as she looks back at me. “What?”

I laugh.

“What do you mean you finished the inning?”

“I mean, I stayed at third and ran home when the next batter hit a double.”

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