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“You answered! How’s your game?” he asks.
“You tell me. Are you monitoring my stats?” I already know the answer to this.
I step toward the door, though the room has emptied a bit, with guys having gone to shower.
“I can only assume you’ve binned the bunny,” he says. “You’re looking good.”
“She’s not a bunny–” I brace myself. “She’s my girlfriend.”
There’s a pause for a moment, probably while he thinks of ways to ream me out from B.C.
“For Christ’s sake, Ryan. Your focus is meant to be on your game. Your mother didn’t sacrifice her career, social life, or freedom for you boys to fuck about.”
Ah, so it’s about Mom, then.
“My game is fine. In fact, I think it’s better.”
“Your mom would want you to be the best, and your brother has jeopardised that, so the rest is down to you.”
“No, I’m pretty sure Mom would want me to be happy. She’d want us to be happy.”
“Don’t come crying to me when she’s pregnant in a few months, and you’re trapped there.”
Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m enraged now, my forehead sweating.
I don’t bother telling him she’s agreed to return to Canada with me; instead, I say my goodbyes and hang up, tossing my phone in my cubby before heading to the showers. What fucking business has he when he upped and moved for Mom? Unless he regretted it all along.
I’m just grateful we don’t have a game right now because chippy Preston would be out to play.
Chapter 27
Jenna
IwakeupwithRyan spooning me. He stirs, and I feel his dick pressing into my ass.
“Morning.”
“Morning, beautiful,” he says, rolling into me and giving me a kiss.
Remembering my morning breath, I fight away to use the bathroom.
“Come here,” he says when I get back into bed. “How are you feeling?” He pulls me back into his chest, and his hands run up and down my side.
“Well, thanks. You?” He kisses my neck, and I spur him on, pulling his hand up so he can pinch my nipple.
He mumbles a reply, and his beard scratches at me, making me tingle with excitement. I twist my head to meet his mouth before I shuffle my underwear off.
He bends my right knee and pushes my leg up, exposing my pussy to him. I’m already wet; his fingers run along my leg, teasing me, and he’s kissing my neck again.
“I love that you’re ready for me,” he says, slipping himself inside. His thrusts are slow and steady, no frantic fucking but delicious morning sex that I can feel through every part of me.
He feels so deep at this angle, and his breath in my ear is so erotic, like nothing I’ve heard before.
“You feel incredible,” he whispers.
A moan escapes my lips as I reach down and rub my clit. I love how full I feel as he thrusts in long strokes, bringing me closer to the edge.
I come hard, my body tensing under his grasp. He pulls out and strokes himself to climax over my ass, a deep groan escaping him.
