Page 74 of Forever Player

“I came to talk to you but got an earful instead.” He grins, pleased with himself.

My eyes narrow on him. “Dream Brett was so good. I don’t know if the real Brett can match him,” I taunt playfully.

“Oh, Honey, you know how to press my buttons, don’t you?” His face descends between my thighs. He licks me relentlessly.

“Fuck yes, Brett. I’m going to come.” I cry out as his tongue picks up pace, licking my clit as his fingers pump inside me. I’m so worked up I am going to explode.

He pauses. “Take it back,” he says.

“Huh?” I lift my head off the bed confused. “Please, Brett, I need to come so bad.”

“Take it back. Say I am better than Dream Brett,” he demands and he’s serious.

“OMG, you really are crazy competitive. You do realize I was still talking about a version of you, right?” I ask.

“I don’t care. Now do you want me to fuck this sweet pussy with my mouth?” He runs his forefinger over my clit slowly down to my seam and he pumps inside once, torturing me in the most delicious way.

“Yes, Brett. Yes, I need your mouth on me. No one can make me come like you do,” I scream out.

“Damn straight,” he says with a victorious grin.

He separates the lips of my pussy with his fingers and when his warm tongue makes contact with my clit, my eyes roll back. How is it that he can make me feel this good? How is he the only man who can make me come? His tongue works its magic making languid motions. My hips begin to move in rhythm with his mouth, and he picks up the pace with his tongue. When I begin to writhe against his tongue, it’s too much. I pull away, but Brett holds me in place, pinning my hips to the bed with his strong hands as he goes to town, fucking me hard with his tongue. I come so hard I am seeing colors, and he drags every last ounce of my orgasm out of me until I fall limp and breathless.

He lies back on the bed and pulls me up, holding me in his arms. I feel safe but this still scares me. Everything he makes me feel is so new and raw. I’m not used to being taken care of, and Brett makes me feel like I am. I don’t know what to make of my emotions, but for now I embrace the moment in his arms and wrap mine around him.

“We are going to be okay, Honey,” he assures, kissing my forehead.

For the first time, I want to believe him. I think a part of me already does. We hear Maylee beginning to stir from the baby monitor he has set up on his bedside table.

“I can get her. I just need to wash up,” he says.

He stands from the bed and stretches, and even in his colored jeans his cock looks rock-hard. Seeing the reaction he has to me gets me all heated, but I understand what he wants from me now. He wants to make sure I really want him, that I want an us before we take that next step. Truth is, I’ve wanted him all along. I was just scared of feeling so much. But I know I can’t run.

He goes to the bathroom and washes his face with some soap and water. I get up and get dressed.

“I need to breastfeed her,” I say as I walk with him to Maylee’s room.

I nurse Maylee on the rocking chair in her room. When I am done, we move to the main room where I find Brett watching television. We spend the rest of the day chilling at home. Brett tells me about his hectic schedule when he is on the road. I know a little from my brother’s days in the NHL, but Jacob isn’t much of a talker. So I never got the details Brett gives, like what it’s like to spend so much time on a bus or going from hotel room to hotel room. He makes me promise to FaceTime him every day and to keep him posted on how Maylee and I are doing. We order Chinese food in for dinner, and we give Maylee a bath together. It all feels very domesticated, and to me that is scary because it almost feels like this is too perfect. Only I know not to run. I want to take a chance on him, on us. It’s terrifying, but for the first time in my life I’m ready to risk my heart.

At night Brett asks me if I will sleep in his bed.

“I thought you said no sex,” I remind, wanting to put my hands all over him. He’s fresh out of the shower. He’s not wearing a shirt and he has a pair of basketball shorts riding low on his waist. Basically, just looking at him makes my mouth water, and him walking around half naked makes it feel like he’s baiting me to jump him.

“We are still sticking to the no sex; I said sleep, Willow. Geez. Get your head out of the gutter.” He laughs.

“It’s kind of hard not to have my head there when you walk around like that,” I point out to him and I feel my throat bob.

“What am I supposed to say? You walk around wearing tank tops that are practically transparent and your nipples look like they can cut glass,” he says, licking his lips.

“It’s because of the milk,” I explain. “It keeps my breasts looking full.”

He adjusts his cock. “We better stop talking about your breasts. Get into bed. I want to hold you.”

I slide into bed, and he gets in next to me. I loved having him sleep in my bed back in Sugar Meadow, but this is different because he wraps me in his arms. I press my back to his front and feel his hard cock. My eyes jerk open.

“Sorry,” he mumbles. “I’m human.”

I laugh and fall asleep in his strong, warm arms feeling cared for. He wants me so bad, but he isn’t thinking about himself; he is thinking of me and my needs and that means so much. It makes me believe we really do have a chance at forever.

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