Page 57 of Your Secret to Keep

Lia lifts my cock as she twists her hand, letting her thumb touch the bead of precum—or what’s left of it. Her other hand holds her up, like the fucking queen she is. Watching her touch herself, hearing the moans, and feeling her fingers around me is next level. It’s almost too much but somehow it feels like just enough.

My stomach clenches and I’m closer than I want to be. I want this to last forever. I do know I’m not about to come in her hand, not when she showed up like this.

I pull my hand from her and dip my mouth to hers. Our lips meet and it’s searing—our bodies screaming for more. She bites my lower lip and I nip her back.

I grab my dick and nudge her entrance, watching her move in response. Her chest shudders, and her eyes focus on me like I have the answer to every question she could possibly ask. I can see her pulse thrumming in her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask as I tease her, desperate to enter her bare.

She nods before the words fall out of her mouth. “Yes. I have an IUD.”

I pull Lia off the counter so her feet are touching the floor and then turn her. Quick. Her ass touches my dick, the jersey bunching up around her hips as I bend her over.

It’s like a fucking fantasy. That ass on display. The contrast of the purple jersey. My number. But seeing my name on her? I’m never going to recover.

Inch by inch, I give her more, stretching her with each thrust.

“You feel so good,” she moans, her blonde hair falling in front of her face as she turns back to look at me.

I push into her faster, holding the front of her thighs for leverage. The feel of her around me, the sounds she makes—it’s fucking intoxicating.

My climax is close and I can tell Lia’s isn’t far behind.

“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to come with me.” I get the words out and they sound more like a growl than I intended.

She listens and I watch her shoulder dip while her hand reaches down. The second her fingers find her clit, shallow breaths race from her chest, her face turning so her cheek rests on the cool counter. I plunge into her, ferocious, hungry, needing her. When she clenches around me, it’s only a few seconds until I’m falling apart right after her.

Her shocks have me spilling into her. I don’t stop until she’s putty beneath me. I reach for her, pull her off the counter and turn her towards me. My forehead falls into Lia’s shoulder, and it’s just us, sharing breaths. I kiss the column of her neck and feel her head lean into mine.

This must be what heaven feels like.

After we took a shower, each of us spent and wanting sleep, I was about ready to beg her to stay. Luckily, I didn’t have to. Lia sleepily crawled into my bed, wearing one of my Jags T-shirts and a pair of panties she kept in her coat pocket. Like she planned to stay. Which I love.

With a palm on my bare chest, she’s turned into me, and I didn’t envision my night going this well. Lia is a fucking queen. Coming over here like that, knowing I needed her, even though I didn’t ask. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, no matter how much I knew she’d made me feel better. But she already knew.

She breathes against me, which makes me feel lighter than I have in the last week—from the injury to the depressive episode and a lonely holiday, to facing the reality of my body not being invincible. She made a guess at what I needed, and she was right.

It washer.

Tonight, I wanted to tell her about Rebecca. We were getting ready for bed and the words were right on the tip of my tongue. But it seems like the last week has been nothing but darkness and barbs that got me when I least expected them. I didn’t want to ruin the lightness of Lia and our evening with something that probably doesn’t even matter. I haven’t heard from Rebecca—maybe she took the hint? There’s no need to make something harder for no reason.

There’s a string of doubt that tangles itself in my brain, but when I watch Lia’s eyelids flutter with sleep, I know tonight isn’t the night.

Chapter 35

Lia

“Youdidn’tneedtocome,” Wes argues, his eyes darting around before settling on mine. “I just saw you on Thanksgiving.”

I shift my weight on one foot, taking in my little—but much taller—younger brother. He’s wearing a dress shirt, light blue to match the color of his eyes, and khaki pants. There’s something about him that still feels young, but he’s almost a legal adult, which doesn’t seem real. It feels like he was crawling into my bed, recovering from a nightmare, not that long ago.

“Stop. I’m so proud of you! There weren’t that many athletes up there today.” I look around the school auditorium, which is filled with families and friends.

The high school is celebrating any athlete with a GPA of 3.8 or higher. My aunt and uncle couldn’t make it, and there was no way I would leave Wes with no one cheering him on. No matter how badly I slept last night, nothing was going to keep me from this. My skin has been itchy when I try to go to sleep, no matter what I put on it. I think I’ll have to try Benadryl or something tonight.

Ugh. I wish my doctor’s appointment wasn’t so far away.

He rolls his eyes. “Isn’t there a home game? Shouldn’t you be working?”

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