Page 137 of Hat Trick

We don’t say anything else, instead sinking into the rhythm of each other as we climb toward the edge of relief. I hold back, wanting her to go first, and she does when I touch her clit again. I talk her through it, telling her how strong she is. How well she’s doing and how beautiful she is when she takes my cock. She whispersthank youover and over again until pleasure races up my spine. Until she cups my balls in her hand and rubs her thumb over the shape of them, and I can’t take it anymore.

I lose it too, my right leg almost giving out when I slam into her a final time and follow her over. I pulse inside her, my heart racing and a bead of sweat rolling down my cheek until I’m empty and delirious when it comes to anything but her pussy and how I never want to pull out of her.

“Fuck,” Lexi says. She lets go of her underwear, the lace rubbing against my sensitive skin and making me jerk my hips again. “How was that ten times better than with a condom?”

“I don’t know.” I wipe my forehead with the back of my arm. “I could feel you the whole time though.”

“And how did it feel?”

“Heaven on fucking earth,” I say. She laughs, then winces when I pull out of her and leave a trail of cum on the inside of her thigh. I swipe my thumb through the sticky mess and bring it to her chest. I yank down the cups of her bra and circle her nipples until they’re covered in my release too. “God. You’re a vision.”

“How do I look?”

“Perfect. Beautiful.”

“We’re never using a condom again.”

“Never.”

Her beam is a punch to the gut. “Come here, Mitchy.”

I grimace as I move toward her, my right thigh throbbing from bending in a way it hasn’t before. “I think we need to start covering sex positions in our sessions so I can strengthen the muscles I use when I fuck you.”

“I’m sure Coach would love to come in and hear what we’re doing when he asks what we’ve worked on for that day. I don’t think that was included in our agreement.”

“Coach can fuck off. He’d be a lot less uptight if he got laid.” I settle next to her and she rests her head on my chest. “I can also add a treatment table to my place so we can work on things there.”

“I’ll do some research. We’ll get you in tiptop shape, and your next friend with benefits won’t know what hit them.”

I frown as I wrap an arm around her shoulder. I can’t imagine someone else being in Lexi’s place. I don’twantto imagine someone else in Lexi’s place. I know we said no feelings and no emotions, but the things I feel for her stretch far outside the bedroom. They teeter towardI think I might be falling in love with youandif you gave me your heart, I’d promise to protect it for as long as you wanted.

At what point do I tell her what I’m thinking? Do I keep my mouth closed for the rest of eternity and suffer in silence? Do I risk mentioning it and pushing her away? I told myself I wanted her any way I could have her, and that’s still true, but it feels like I’m lying to her the longer we keep this physical thing going between us, and that’s the last thing I want to do.

“Cool,” I say. “Sounds good to me.”

“Maybe you’ll meet a woman who’s also an amputee. She’d understand what you’ve gone through.”

“Maybe.”

Lexi pulls away from me and frowns. “Are you okay?”

“I’m great. Just tired. Your pussy is something else, Lex.”

“Right back at you. Well, not… you know what I mean,” she says with a grin. “You had a bag earlier. Does that mean you’re sleeping over?”

“Is it okay if I sleep over?”

“Yeah.” She rolls her lips together, looking deep in thought. “That would be okay. I slept so well the night you stayed over when I was sick. It’s like my body knows it’s safe around you.”

“You are safe around me.” I play with the ends of her hair, and her frown turns up into a smile. “I brought clothes for our session tomorrow too, so I’ll catch an Uber from here to the arena.”

“Why would you do that? I’ll drive you.”

“You don’t have to. I know you want to keep this just between us, and if we show up together, the guys might?—”

“Think we’re friends? So what? We are friends.” She sits up straight and leans against the headboard. “I know we’re sleeping together, but I also like… I like spending time with you, Riley, when we’re not sleeping together.”

“Yeah?” I sit up and mirror her pose. I can tell this is a lot to admit to me, that it goes against everything Lexi usually stands for, and I don’t want her to think I’m not appreciative. “So do I.”

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