Page 112 of Bump and Run

November

Twenty-Five

Junior

“Ellie?”

She blinks and exhales a pleasurable sigh. “What? Why did you stop?”

I look down at her sweat-covered face, throbbing so deep inside of her I can feel nothing else but still — I pause. If there’s one thing I’ve grown to know about Eliza Pierce, it’s that her brain shuts off during sex. She gets into it and completely immerses herself in what she’s experiencing. Very rarely do her thoughts distract her, but right now…

She’s not even here.

“I said, are you okay?” I ask again.

“Yeah,” she answers quickly, nodding her head and flexing her inner muscles to lure my thrust to keep going. “Don’t stop.”

I don’t move, still fixated on the doubt in her eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing.”

“Liar,” I smile.

She sighs. “I’m just… freaking out about tomorrow, I guess.”

“Me, too. That’s why we insisted on stress relief sex before going over lines again.”

“Right…”

I kiss her neck and she tilts into my lips. “Calm down, Ellie. You’re going to be great up there.”

“I wish you could be there.”

“I’ll be there after the game,” I promise, licking along her collarbone. “And then I’ll be in the front row on Sunday.”

“Really?”

I look into her happy eyes. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

“I’m sorry I can’t make the game.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I shrug.

She smiles. “But I’ll be at the championship game.”

I wince. “If—”

“No if,” she says, brushing my hair away from my eyes. “There’s no way in hell you guys aren’t going to win tomorrow.”

“I can’t believe we’ve come this far,” I whisper. “One game away from the championship. That’s it.”

“I’m proud of you, Junior. I knew you had it in you.”

My heart bursts and I kiss her, crushing my lips on hers as if my life depended on it.

Cary Pierce couldn’t have gotten me this far on his own, that much is certain. As much as I admire him, it wasn’t his coaching that pushed me towards greatness and made me into a better man.

That was all her.

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