Page 85 of The Dating Pact

Relaxing my grip on her, I eased my cock in and out of her a few times, allowing both of us moment to float back to earth, to calm our racing breaths and heartbeats. Before slipping out of her entirely, I undid the belt from around the headboard and her wrists, placed a quick kiss on her lips, then hopped off the bed to clean up in her bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water.

When I returned to the bed, Brooke was rubbing at her wrist.

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

To see for myself, I picked up her left wrist, examining it, and when I found nothing except for a faint red mark, I kissed it then checked out her right wrist, skimming my nose over the thin skin there. “Did you enjoy that?”

“I did.”

I kissed her wrist and placed her hand on the bed, nudging her legs open so I could wipe the cloth over the insides of her thighs and between them. After a few swipes, I folded up the washcloth and chucked it into her laundry basket, set outside of her closet.

Facing her, I kissed the slope of her shoulder. “Didn’t use you too hard, did I?”

She smiled sleepily. “It was perfect.”

I hummed an agreement against her throat and tunneled my fingers into her hair, holding the back of her head, so I could kiss her mouth, lazy and long. Leaving her on the bed, I dressed then dug through her drawer for a T-shirt, which I held out for her so she could slide her head and arms through.

“You want underwear?”

She shook her head. “Just shorts.”

After finding a pair, I knelt so she could step into them and got in a kiss above her pubic bone before I covered her up completely. I stood, gathering her in my arms. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she said against my throat, and it struck me again how weird it was that it wasn’t weird.

This was the easiest relationship of my life.

I hoped it stayed that way.

Holding hands, we walked to her door, and she told me to let her know how the tryout went tomorrow. I agreed with one last kiss. “Sleep well.”

She offered me her crooked smile. “Night, babe.”

I tapped her nose. “Night, honeybee.”

TWENTY-THREE

BROOKE

Jude

Seb finished with the tryouts.

How was it?

Jude

Good. I think.

Jude

But it was so bizarre. Parents were sitting around watching like it was professionals or something.

Yeah, I remember when I played travel soccer as a kid. Parents can be intense. Did you feel uncomfy?

Jude

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