Page 36 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“Lexi, baby, come here,” I command as I sit down in one of the chairs. She walks over and stands between my legs.
I reach under my jersey and grasp the waist of her leggings, slowly tugging them down her legs. She steps out of her shoes, and together we slip the leggings off her feet.
Shifting back in the chair, still fully dressed, I pull her onto my lap, our children between us, and bring her head to mine for a long-awaited kiss. Her hands rub along my head and down my back. I can almost feel her nails through my dress shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I lift her shirt but don’t remove it. With a snap of her bra hooks, her now fuller breasts fall free. She moans as I glide the material back over her erect nipples. Those needto grace my mouth, but first, I’ll watch my number jump as she bounces on my cock.
Standing with Alexandra in my arms, I walk over to the bed and set her at the foot of it. She reaches out and starts to undo my belt as I unbutton my shirt, and we remove my clothes. When I’m naked, she leans forward and deep throats my cock.
“I need inside you first, baby.”
Nudging her back onto the bed and reaching for the wedge pillow she sleeps with so she’s not flat on her back, I slide it under her and prop her up. Sex has gotten pretty creative, but we love it. Her responsiveness is captivating, and seeing her pregnant with my babies turns me on more than anything. I did that to her. I thump my chest in my mind, and my cock jumps.
“Please, Bray,” she begs, and with her legs hanging off the bed at the perfect height, I slide deep inside her. She arches, and her tits jiggle under my jersey. She grabs them, and it turns me on more.
“Fuck, baby, lift up and show me those nipples.”
She complies, and I lean over her while slowly slipping in and out of her body. I suck a nipple in deep, and she emits a drawn-out moan.
Moving to the other breast, I suck that nipple in again and bite it slightly, setting off her first orgasm and accelerating my thrusts into her body. The doctor said we don’t need to alter our sex life yet, so I’m not changing up anything.
With my hands on her hips, I grasp her tighter while moving faster. She pinches her nipples, and a blush works along her body as she climaxes again. I want to come with her, so I shift her a bit so that not only am I sliding against her clit and sending her higher, but I’m taking her deeper and bumping into her cervix. She screams as she comes, and I moan her name, resting my head on her chest for a few moments before sliding out.
When I come back from getting a washcloth, she’s curled on her side watching me.
“What’s up, Lexi?”
“I love you,” she says, and I smile at her. “I needed that.”
“I love you too. I figured.”
When I’m done cleaning her up and helping her out of the jersey, I crawl into bed with her and wrap myself around her, enveloping my boys as I hold her.
Everything I’ve ever wanted is in my arms right here.
Chapter 16
Alexandra
Iwatch the clock as it ticks down. We are three points up on the Settlers, and if we can hold them off, the Westerners will have won the Victory Bowl, and my new husband will have his fourth Bowl ring.
The game has been a nail-biter. Portland isn’t letting us get ahead too much, and we aren’t letting them get away. Every time we’ve taken the lead, they tie it up, but here we are with two minutes left in the game.
Brogan fakes to another player but then shoots the ball downfield where Brayden waits, and he catches it. I jump up and down, screaming, as Brayden takes off running as if the hounds of hell are on his heels.
“Go. Go. Go, baby. Go,” I scream over and over, along with everyone else around me. My sister and I are in the same section even though we are technically supporting opposite teams.
Brayden continues to run, and I hold my stomach as I jump and shout. His dad and brother are right next to me. They all came back when they found out he made it to the bowl again. Brayden executes long leaps as he finally lands in the end zone.
The stadium becomes pandemonium. The volume is deafening, but we can’t stop. After a few years of not making it this far, Seattle will take home the trophy again.
Staff arrive to accompany us down to the turf as the final plays are completed. Portland doesn’t quit, but they realize they can’t come up with the ten points needed to tie in the minute and a half left on the clock.
Time runs out, and the players all shake hands as confetti drops, and we, family members, rush the field.
A few weeks ago, Brayden and I got married, with just our immediate family and close friends in attendance. However, we haven’t told the press yet because we didn’t want the announcement to take away from the Victory Bowl.
With Warner at my side, we head across the field toward Brayden. He’s on his tippy-toes, looking over the crowd for me. He and T.K. shake hands, then I’m standing in front of the man I was lucky to get a second chance with.
