Page 91 of I Blame the Alcohol

I groan as her body welcomes me home, “Should I go grab a cowboy hat?”

Stella starts to move, her breathy pants making my hips thrust up to meet hers.

“Wouldn’t want to ruin your hair.” We grin at each other, bodies and minds completely intertwined.

Stella lifts herself almost completely off me before slamming back down, repeating the process over and over again as we draw closer to the finish line. I grip her waist, helping her along as she takes us both on a ride, her movements smooth and precise as she pushes us right over the edge. I feel her climax right before my own, her inner walls clenching me tightly as we finally reach the desired release.

Platinum hair brushes my face as Stella smiles down at me, her flushed face and sparkling eyes easily making this moment the best part of my week.

Stella

“My back will never be the same.”

I burst out laughing as I climb off Cody, my knees already bruising from the unforgiving hardwood. Cody groans as he sits up, and I crack up when I see the red indents lining his broad back.

“Don’t worry, you’ll bounce back.”

“Animal.” Cody grins at me, grabbing his sweatpants from the floor, “Not sure if the horse was saved but I sure got a ride.”

I laugh, stealing his shirt and pulling it on, “Sounds like it worked in your favour.”

“Sure did.” The smile falls from Cody’s face as he pulls something from his pocket, “Shit. We forgot to use a condom.”

I wave away his concern, “I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”

“Same.” Cody runs a hand through his hair, his biceps popping admirably, “We can still use condoms on a regular basis, just because we didn’t today doesn’t have to mean anything.”

I smile, touched by his thoughtfulness, “Feels a lot better raw, don’t you think?”

“I mean, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel pressured.”

“Ellsworth, you couldn’t pressure me into something if you tried.”

Cody lets out an exasperated sigh, “Forget I said anything.”

I smile, deciding to cut the poor man a break, “I appreciate the concern.”

Falling into a comfortable silence, we clear the table and wash the dishes. This domestic part of our relationship feels so natural, so normal that it makes me wish we had more time for mundane moments like this.

“How did the meeting with USport go?” I ask the question as Cody passes me a clean plate to put away.

“It went better than I was expecting, actually.” His forearms plunge back into the soapy water and I take the moment to enjoy the view. This man should never wear a shirt in my presence.

“Will the team be getting an assistant coach for next year?”

He frowns, “I think so. There was talk of bringing back a graduated student, but nothing is confirmed.”

I tilt my head, “Isn’t that a good thing?”

He sighs, “Yes, it is. Even if it’s not a graduated student, chances are high that USport will fund an assistant coach for Taber.”

“So, the problem is…”

“I don’t know if I want to play lacrosse next year.”

I nearly drop the plate in my hands. Out of all the scenarios running through my head for the next three years, Cody not being part of the lacrosse team was not one of them.

Pulling the drain at the bottom of the sink, Cody leans back against the counter and looks at me, “It’s been a lot recently. Too much time and not enough results.”

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