Page 146 of How to Prevent a Fumble

“Didn’t plan this my ass,” I mutter with a smirk as I grab her shorts, fishing the condom from it.

Ripping the package open and freeing my cock from my pants, I put it on, sitting back down on the couch anddragging her on top of me. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, she tugs it over my head as she rubs her pussy along my shaft, teasing me.

“Don’t go teasing me now, Crosby,” I moan, my head hitting the back of the couch.

“I would never,” she mutters, her mouth finding mine.

Positioning herself right over me, she suddenly drops, hissing as I fill her. I bite my lip to quiet myself as I grab her ass in both of my hands, helping her ride me as my mouth captures her breasts as they bounce in front of my face.

“God you feel so good,” she moans into my neck as her pace slows.

I can tell she’s getting tired, so I grab her hips and help her off of me before pushing her back.

Rounding the couch, I grab her ankle, turning her with me before lifting her ass onto the surface so she’s at the right angle.

“What—”

She doesn’t finish what she’s about to ask before I’m back inside of her, my head tipping back as her moans become louder. My hands firmly hold her legs in place, and although this position feels fucking amazing for both of us, I wish I could stimulate her another way.

“Are you going to come, Briar?” I ask breathlessly.

She pants, her eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t know,” she says honestly.

“Touch yourself,” I demand, and she does it without question. Her fingers find her clit, rubbing it in circular motions while her other hand grabs her breast, squeezing it roughly as I slip in and out of her.

Minutes later, as I feel her clamp around me, pressure forms at the base of my spine, her cries growing louder as I fuck her harder. My balls ache as I lose control, pleasure coursing through me.

When we both finally come down, we head to her shower, quickly washing off together before the game starts.

We get back right at kickoff.

We lose the game, and although the moment sucks, and I hate to see my guys so worn down and lifeless, I know that with the woman next to me by my side, we’re going to get through it all.

“I fucking hate this,” Briar says as she white knuckles the arm rests.

“Takeoff won’t take that long,” I assure her, looking around.

We’re finally taking that trip we had planned to go on back during bye week, before I got injured. I left the planning up to Owen and Emmett, who chose Turks and Caicos.

Although I’m constantly on planes for work, Briar has hardly ever taken one. Elara is a row behind us with her uncle, happily munching away on crackers the flight attendants gave her the second she sat down and asked where the snacks were.

Emmett and his daughter is across the aisle, with Heidi sitting behind them.

Since there was going to be a couple of kids on the trip, Briar had asked if Heidi could come too. She’s started to really bond with her, and she loves how she is with Elara. Plus, it’s someone else for her and Isla to talk to.

“The flight is only a couple of hours, too,” I assure her. More like eight hours, but she’ll hopefully be asleep for most of it.

“Distract me,” she asks, her eyes closed as her head rests back against the seat.

“Well, okay,” I say, looking around again. “What are some things you just… hate?”

“Diet soda,” she says without missing a beat.

My brows furrow. “You said that like you have personal beef with it.”

Her fingers clutch the seat even tighter as the plane begins to move.

“I do,” she says simply.

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