Page 56 of Forecasting the Forward

“Are you okay?” she whispers, a twitch in the corner of her mouth telling me she’s fighting a smile.

“What do you think?” I reply quietly. Her fingers move again, dragging from the tip all the way to the base of my cock, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I capture her hand in mine. As the bus slows down, I visualize every ball sack I can think of, trying to will my damn dick to calm the hell down.

Shit. It’s not working.

Saggy old man balls.

Saggy and hairy old man balls.

Okay, that’s working. Fuck, the bus has stopped, and it’s so obvious I’m rocking a full chub right now.

Becca’s brother’s balls.

The old dude’s balls who wants to marry off his son to Becca.

Alright, we’re getting somewhere.

“Jacob,” Becca whispers.

“Hmm?”

“Everyone is waiting for you to get up,” she says. I snort as I carefully stand. Getting it up isn’t the problem. Getting it down is. I rip my beanie off my head, choosing to hold it in my hand in front of my groin, as I exit the bus. Coach tells me to head to the desk to get a room key. Once we grab our luggage that the teamso nicely brought over from the arena, I get a room key from the concierge before heading up to the eighteenth floor.

“Let’s hope we don’t get the honeymoon suite this time,” I tell Becca with a grin.

“I don’t know,” she muses. “It might be nice to compare and contrast the two. It couldn’t be as bad as the one in my hometown, right?”

“Only one way to find out,” I tell her as we arrive at the room, furthest from the elevators. I wave the key card in front of the sensor, but as I grab hold of the door handle, I realize I’m forgetting an integral part of our wedding night. I push the door open, then shove our two rolling suitcases through the door. “Hold on, Spitfire. Gotta carry you over the threshold.”

“What? Oh!” Becca shrieks as I pick her up gently, kicking the door open with the tip of my nice cowboy boots that I wear on many game days. Her hands immediately wrap around my neck, and I can’t help but think about how nice it feels to have her in my arms. As I go to set her down on her feet, Becca doesn’t let go, instead slowly sliding down the length of my body. I find myself tracing her hairline, tucking pieces behind both ears. She softly sighs, leaning in to my touch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want you, darlin’,” I confess, my voice husky as I drag a finger down the curve of her neck. Placing my thumb against her pulse point, I find it’s beating wildly, and I wonder if mine is beating quicker than hers. I’m like a tightly coiled rope, desperately needing to be unraveled. Fuck, do I want to be unraveled by Becca.

“I’ve never had a man be so forthcoming with his desire for me,” she whispers, her pupils darkening with lust. “If I’m being honest, it both excites and terrifies me.”

“Terrifies you how?” I ask. “You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”

She nods as her hands find purchase inside my suit coat, gripping my shirt tightly. “I’m terrified about what you make me feel. I’m afraid you’re going to break my heart.”

“Oh, darlin’,” I say quietly, leaning forward to rest my forehead against hers. “I think I’m much more likely to end up with a broken heart.”

I want to say so much more. How I feel like I’ve been waiting for her. That she’s meant to be mine, and I’ll proudly tell anyone that I’m hers. How just feeling her hand in mine brings me a peace I never knew existed, and that she already holds my heart in her hands.

But Becca isn’t ready for me to profess my love and adoration for her. Instead, I’ll patiently wait until she’s as obsessed with me as I am with her.

I’min such deep trouble with this man.

His beautiful blue eyes seem to be staring deep into my soul, and I’m suddenly apprehensive about what he might find. I know he’s doing me a big favor by marrying me, and undoubtedly we’ll go our separate ways at some point. But with every conversation, every intense look, I’m growing more connected to Jacob. And that scares the hell out of me.

“Jacob, please,” I murmur, not sure what I need him to do. My entire body feels lit up, an energy buzzing along my skin as his eyes rake down and up my body.

“What do you need, darlin?” he rasps, dragging a fingertip between my breasts. “I need your words. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

“How do you know it’ll be something you can give me?” I ask breathlessly.

“Because,” he says with a lopsided smile that makes my heart skip a beat, “I’d do just about anything to ensure you get what you need.”

Ohmy.

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