Page 73 of Holding On

She takes it to the kitchen and puts it in the fridge. "So who were you talking to?" She turns to me. "Sorry. I shouldn't ask. It's none of my business."

"It's fine. It was Derek. He's a friend of mine. He's on the team with me."

"Is he in town?"

"No, but he'll be back in a few weeks."

"Is that when they start practice?"

"Yeah. It's coming up fast. Seems like school just ended and now it's time for practice again." Not wanting my mind to go back to football, I pull her toward me and give her a kiss. "Long night?" I ask because she looks tired.

"Yeah. It was really busy." She pushes on my chest. "You gotta let me go. I stink. I need to take a shower and change clothes. Oh, my bag. I forgot it. It's in the van."

"I'll get it. Just need your keys."

She hands them to me. "It's in the back seat."

"Does your brother know you're staying here tonight?"

"No. I told him I'm staying with my friend, Tina. She works nights with me at The Chicken Shack. She's a hairdresser during the day. She's a single mom and has the cutest little girl. I told Mike that Tina had an early morning hair appointment and needed a babysitter so I offered to stay overnight. I've done it before so he didn't question it."

"Why didn't you just tell him the truth?"

"I will eventually. I just wasn't in the mood for a lecture. Anyway, I gotta go shower."

"Go ahead. There's towels in the cabinet."

She smiles. "I know. I do your laundry, remember?"

"That's right. You probably know where things are more than I do. I'll go get your stuff."

I'd like to shower with her but it wouldn't work with the cast. I need this damn thing off, and soon.

When she's done, I'm waiting for her in bed under the sheets. She's only wearing a towel as she slinks over to me, a sexy smile on her face. When she reaches me, I kiss her as I undo her towel, letting it drop to the floor.

"You weren't supposed to do that," she whispers over my lips.

"I'm pretty sure I was." I toss the sheet back and pull her over me and kiss her again.

"You're not wearing anything," she says, her body pressing against mine.

"I sleep naked."

"Always? Or just because I'm here?"

"Always. I like the feel of the sheets against my skin." I run my lips down her neck. "But I like the feel of you even better."

Before I even have a chance to warm her up, she takes hold of me and rolls the condom on and guides me inside her. She must've worked herself up in the shower because she's slick. Warm. Perfect. I grab her ass and she leans forward, her chest hovering over my face. I sit up enough to reach her breast, my tongue flicking her nipple.

Her eyes are closed but I see her smile, so I do it again, then take her nipple in my mouth.

"Ethan," she breathes, her head tipping back. Soft moans follow.

I love the sounds she makes. Other girls yell and scream, which I guess isn't bad, but I get more turned on with the sounds Becca makes. Or maybe it's just her that turns me on.

A few minutes later, I'm making my own sounds. Cursing and groaning, digging my hands in her ass as I come. She's right there with me, and as she comes down from it, she falls forward on my chest, breathing heavy.

"You tired?" I ask, kissing her head.

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