Page 71 of Boarded Hearts

Since Felicity and I officially became a thing, my head has been firmly in the right place. Anxiety no longer gnaws at me as I go about my everyday routine. She’s shone her light into the darkest parts of my life and brings me peace. She doesn’t see me as some piece of ass on skates; with her I could be anyone—have a regular job and modest bank balance, and she’d still want me.

Looking over at Zach on the spare seat across the aisle, I feel like our lives have had a complete role reversal. When I went over to his place the night Felicity and I finally started dating, he practically poured his heart out, telling me he still loved Amie, and he was having his doubts over whether she actually did him dirty. Schneider is denying anything happened between them and so are his teammates who were there on the night the questionable photos of him and Amie were taken.

Whether she cheated or not, she still sat on another man’s knee looking all too comfortable for the picture. She knew they would get back to Zach. Surely, she knew it would hurt him.

Bottom line, Zach could do so much better than Amie despite her groveling for him to take her back. That night at his place, I told him I thought he should move on, that no chick was worth the anguish and embarrassment she’s put him through. Zach has never been an emotional guy, always level-headed and clear, but these past two weeks, I’ve seen a shift in him. He’s withdrawn, and when he does speak, it’s mostly out of anger or frustration.

During our stay in Nashville, we didn’t share rooms, and I’m pretty sure Amie joined him for one or two nights. I’m also ninety-nine percent sure they’re back sleeping together, and I’m equally sure she’s going to tear him up again. But what can I say to the guy? He won’t listen. He’s head over heels for the wrong girl, and it cuts me to watch him accept being treated like this.

Since Zach knows my opinion on him rekindling with Amie, the animosity between us has cranked up a notch, and I feel like a shit friend for not supporting his relationship when all he’s done since I’ve known him is pick me up and stand by me as I self-destructed and battled with my mental health. He picked me up from bars in an inebriated state with women hanging off me. He’s wiped up my puke when I’ve been so pissed, I couldn’t make it to the bathroom. He's been tough on me when necessary, telling me how it is, and he’s put an arm around me when I needed it most. And what am I doing for him in return? I’m doing anything but support his feelings for the woman he loves but somehow, I can’t find it in me to encourage something I know is toxic. Watching what Elliott did to Felicity, the damage he inflicted on her confidence? I can't stop that from happening to Zach. He seems hell-bent on taking this road, but I’m sure as shit not supporting it. They say love is blind and right now Zach could be its poster boy.

I step into my apartment a little after midnight. Body aching, I gently close the door, letting it shut with a light click. I fully expect Felicity to be sound asleep and curled up in my bed. Warmth floods my chest at the thought.

The arrangements I sent her have been carefully separated into vases and spread throughout the kitchen and living room, and I can’t help but smile as I notice she’s removed the emerald bows from each one and wrapped them around the vases. It’s the little things my girl does that steal my breath, knocking me on my ass every time I see her. She’s fucking stunning to look at but on the inside…yeah, she’s the most beautiful woman I know. If she wasn’t, Adam would’ve worked that out quickly. He’s always had a gift for reading people, and I wonder what he’d make of Amie? He’d probably tell Zach to head for the hills.

I leave my suitcase just outside my bedroom and crack the door ajar. Light still glows from a small bedside lamp set up on my dresser, one that wasn’t there when I left—it’s cozy. As I look up, I see that the twinkling lights I had installed along the beams of my apartment ceiling are still on and it’s kind of beautiful.

It’s then I cast my eyes across to the bed and lock eyes on my girlfriend.

My breath catches in my throat when I take her in. Lying on her side, her head propped up on one arm, her gorgeous curvy legs crossed over at the ankle, she smiles at me in a way I don’t think I’ve seen before. It takes everything just to remain upright as I take in what she’s wearing. A black, lacy one-piece that cuts high on her hips, showing me the perfect curve of her luscious thighs and leaving very little to the imagination when it comes to her pussy. Through the sheer fabric, I can just about make out the small strip of hair she keeps rather than going totally bare, which I fucking love.

My mouth waters and my dick instantly jumps to attention as I drag my eyes up her body and fuck me, the lace bodice hugs the small of her waist and fights to keep her voluptuous breasts from spilling out and over the low-cut neckline. Thin black straps draw together as they reach her shoulders, and I wonder if they cross over and down her back. Fucking hell, I need to see the back of her because if it’s anything like the front, I’m done for. Felicity wears her chocolate hair just as I love it, wavy and around her shoulders. Her full lips shine with her signature peachy gloss, and those emerald eyes cut deep into my soul as she stares heatedly at me through thick black lashes.

“Welcome home,” is all she says as she rises to her knees and sits back on her heels, spreading her thighs slightly.

Yep, gone. Totally done for.

This is a side to her I’ve never seen before. Sure, we’ve had dirty talk, but Jesus fucking Christ, the woman before me is otherworldly, on a plane of sexy I’ve never witnessed, a level I never thought possible.

Transfixed, I shrug off my jacket and let it fall to the floor. I reach behind my back and with one smooth action, my black long-sleeved shirt is up and over my head, and my hands fall to my belt.

Before I can begin unlooping, Felicity is across my king-size bed, her hands grasping the buckle. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

Placing my palm over hers, I use my other hand to tip her chin up to look at me. “You don’t have to, Angel; I’d be happy to cuddle and just be with you. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” More than I thought possible. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, her scent, her touch, the feel of her lips on mine, her smile and laugh and how it rings around the room, captivating everyone who’s lucky enough to hear it.

“I have too. I never knew two weeks could feel so long.” Moving her hand to unloop my belt once more, she places a gentle kiss on my lips, and my body illuminates like the Christmas tree in the front room. “It’s your turn to be looked after tonight.”

Who am I to argue?

I’ve fantasized about Felicity sucking my dick, her plump lips taking me in so many times I can’t believe it’s finally happening. “Okay, Angel,” I say, as I bring my hands to my sides, granting her full access to take me out. “But with you looking like this, on my bed, having not been able to touch you in two weeks, I’m not going to last long.”

That earns me a wicked grin. “Oh, I’m not going to suck it just yet. I have another treat for you first.”

Is it possible to come from thoughts alone? Because I’m thinking it is. I’m almost certainly leaking pre-cum.

Felicity unzips my pants, and they pool at my ankles. I step out of them until I’m left in only my gray boxer briefs which are failing to keep me contained as my hard cock pokes out from above the waistband, the tip glistening with my arousal. I feel her heated gaze travel down my body as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. I lift my hand and gently tug to release that fucking lip. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll go off before you’ve even touched me.”

“Best we get started then.” She climbs off the bed and grabs a large towel and a bottle of intimate massage oil. Popping the cap, she kneels back on the bed, straddling the towel which is laid lengthwise across my white comforter. “Come lie here. I want to give you a massage but first, it’s best you remove those.” She points to my boxers.

I waste no time slipping them off, all the while keeping my eyes fixed on Felicity. I was right. Her lace bodice does cross over at the back, but her ass is completely exposed as it’s a thong on the bottom half. Fuck, I’m so horny. I want to rail her into next week.

“Where did you get that little outfit from?” I ask, as I crawl across the bed toward her and lie face down.

Moving over my body and straddling my hips, Felicity seats herself on my ass and then begins squirting massage oil into her palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

“I picked it up last week from a boutique lingerie store a few blocks away. I saw it and thought you’d like it.” She begins kneading my sore deltoids, working her way down to my lats.

“You look so fucking hot.” I groan as she continues to work my aching muscles, her touch soothing and effective. She’s good at this, and I wonder if she’s had practice. The longer she massages, the more my muscles relax until I’m in a semi-conscious state, caught in a blissful world of my girlfriend’s hands on my body mixed with the burning need to touch her in return.

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