Page 66 of Sidelined Love

My roar of approval is the only warning I give before I shoot my load inside the condom. My shaft twitches as we both ride out the aftershocks of what we’ve just done.

“That was…” she starts, barely able to form the words.

“That was incredible,” I finish for her.

I pull out of her slowly, savoring the feeling of her body against mine one last time. Carefully, I dispose of the condom and walk into my bathroom where I prepare a warm washcloth. Once I clean her up, I lay down and gather Hailey in my arms. Having her resting her head on my chest and being able to touch her like this does something to me. It's not about sex. It feels healing in a way, but I'm not sure what she's healing me from, and I don't dare question it.

“I still can’t stand you,” she says, and I can hear her breathlessness.

“Huh. Yet your body can.”

The silence that follows is interrupted by Hailey sitting up and slapping my chest before plopping back down.

I chuckle because of what she just did. “Any time you want to do that, day or night. Doesn’t even matter if I’m dead asleep.”

“Duly noted.”

“I meant what I said, Hailey,” I tell her once we've both caught our breath. “You're mine.”

She looks up at me with those beautiful hazel eyes of hers and smiles. “I know,” she says simply. “And you're mine.”

I chuckle and press a kiss to her forehead. “Damn right.”

26

HAILEY

The next morning, I can feel myself slowly drifting back to consciousness, but I'm not sure I want to. Right now, the thought of getting up and diving into whatever the day is going to bring feels like too much.

It's still dark outside or that's what the lack of sunlight behind my eyelids is telling me. As I shift my body slightly, I feel an ache from muscles I didn't know I had. And I can't help but notice the hard warm body that I'm currently curled up against.

The immediate question is where the hell am I?

It takes me a second to remember the night before.

Levi and I having dinner at his place, which sounded suspiciously like a date.

The evening ending in his bedroom.

Me being so exhausted from sex that I'm positive I passed out almost immediately.

I had sex with Levi Jamison, and it was magical.

That thought makes me open my eyes and I'm greeted by what I thought I would be: almost complete darkness. The peace that surrounds me is lovely, but I know it can't last forever.

The sliver of light coming in through the window casts a dull glow around the room. I let my eyes adjust to the dimness, taking in the sight of Levi's peaceful face. His features are softened by sleep, and I find myself tracing my fingers lightly over his chest. The realization that I'm in his bed, wrapped up in his arms, makes me question everything.

His chest rises and falls slowly as my fingers draw imaginary designs over his pecs. The sheets are cool against my bare skin and tangled around our legs as if we'd been rolling around in them all night. Which is exactly what we did until we both passed out.

My hand starts to move lower and lower before my fingers are playing with the edge of the sheet where it rests on his waist. He's none the wiser, remaining asleep under my caresses.

I move my hand lower until it brushes over his cock and I can't help but smile. An idea pops into my mind as soon as I decide that I want more. After all, he did tell me if I needed more sex at any time, I could go as far as to wake him up. There's no time like the present.

My hand slips under the sheet and finds his dick already hard and ready for me. I pull the covers over my head and slowly wiggle my body, releasing myself from the hold he has me under. I pause for a second, happy that both of us decided clothes weren't necessary because it only makes my job that much easier.

I open my mouth and lick the tip before I wait to see if he acknowledges the sensation. When he doesn't, I repeat the move before sucking on the tip gently. It only takes a few seconds before a groan escapes his lips as he stirs in his sleep. His hand comes down to my hair and pulls but not enough to hurt me. I shiver when he moans my name as if it's the only word he knows. His hips jerk up on instinct, showing me that he's seeking more.

And I'm willing to give it to him.

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