Page 118 of The Forever Play

Threading my fingers through hers, I open my eyes and look right at her. “I love you.”

She smiles back at me, her eyes sparkling before she closes them and leans back even more, changing the angle and making those chess pieces wobble.

Rising from the armchair, I go with her, enjoying her surprise as I shove the chessboard aside and lay her back on that coffee table.

It’s awkward as hell and I end up popping out of her, but as the chess pieces scatter across the floor, I drop to my knees and plunge back into her. The new angle is fucking fantastic, and she lets me know it with a high-pitched wail that is all things beautiful. That just might be my new favorite sound.

“Oh.” She huffs and pants, her chest heaving as I lift her legs and take her deeper. “That’s good. That’s so…” I pound into her, disrupting her words. “Good.”

Squeezing her thighs, I push them back toward her belly, driving us home in a heady rush.

Her toes curl, pointing right at me as I pick up my pace.

Blood pounds through my brain, making me dizzy.Trailing my hands down her body, I hook my fingers around her hips and hold on tight as I hammer into her.

And then white fire is spreading through my body, licking every muscle and nerve until I can’t hold it anymore.

“I’m coming.” I sputter out the words, plunging deep two more times before gripping her ass and convulsing inside her.

She groans, her hot pleasure gushing over my cock as she arches her back on the coffee table.

I run my hands across her body, caressing her smooth skin and loving every inch of her.

I’m not sure I’ll ever catch my breath.

I don’t know if I even want to.

My heart pounds for this woman. All those wasted times with girls who meant nothing to me. That rush I was chasing was with her all along. I was just too stupid to see it.

But now I know.

Sienna owned my heart back then.

And she stills owns it.

Always and forever.

CHAPTER 43

SIENNA

So, it turns out one night was not enough.

Zoey and I have been here for three days now, and I don’t see myself ever wanting to leave. My little girl adores these big football players, and they’re so sweet with her. Well, most of them are. Carson treats her like she’s an infectious disease. He’s one grumpy bastard, that’s for sure. I can’t imagine him ever smiling, and the way he stomps around the house makes me wonder why they put up with him.

The others are all great, and they’re honestly so busy.

Every morning, they leave pretty early. I get kisses and neck nuzzles at around five in the morning, and then Zander creeps downstairs to have something to eat before his strength and conditioning workout. I can hear the guys downstairs, trying to be quiet for my sake, and usually drift off after the front door closes.

Yesterday, I hung out with that playgroup again and found it easier this time around. Zoey loved it and came home exhausted. While she napped, I read a book in theden and tried not to relive every second of the sexy times Zander and I shared on the coffee table. He’s so freaking hot I can hardly stand it.

I can’t wait until we get another session together. It’s hard with Zoey sleeping in the same room as us, but we did have a shower together before we went to bed last night and got each other off while soap suds ran down our bodies.

His fingers are magic. His lips are divine, and I feel slightly sex-crazed every time he walks into the room, but I figure we have some making up to do, so that’s probably why my hormones are acting like little beasts at the moment.

Zoey slept for a good long while, and since she woke up, we’ve done some laundry, cleaned the kitchen, and I’m now in the throes of making her dinner.

The front door pops open just as I’m frying up her chicken tenders.

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