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Like coming home after a long day, comfortable and familiar.
A string in me pulls tight, and the six inches between us is still too much. I give his shoulders a gentle nudge, telling him I want him to move back. Telling him I want more, wanthim, and he understands, scooting across the table and dragging me with him.
I throw a leg over either side of his waist and cradle his face in my hands, careful to be gentle because he’s in pain. Our kisses turn messier, greedier when he slips his hand under my shirtand I hiss at the cool touch of his palm against my ribs. More desperate when I roll my hips and grind against him, the tight material of his pants leaving nothing to my imagination.
I feel him hard, ready, and when I look down at him, a single question on the tip of my tongue, he grins.
“Fuck me, Avery,” he whispers in my ear, licking a hot swipe of his tongue up my neck.
“I only wanted to make sure you were okay,” I say, shimmying his pants to his knees, his cock springing free. “I was worried.”
“Show me how worried,” he says. “Show me you care.”
I do show him. With my hands. With my tongue. With the spit I use to rub up his cock then down, getting him wet enough so he can slide into me with one lift of his hips.
It’s heaven. The best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life, and when he tells me he’s close, when he tells me he should probably pull out, I stay firmly in place, savoring the warm release I feel inside me before I follow him over the edge.
Reid looks a little dazed when he comes back to earth, and we get dressed. Later, I hold his hand while the team doctor checks his head, and a sharp pang of happiness bursts through me when I hear he’s going to be okay. That he’s fine, and he only needs to ice the injuries.
Everything about the afternoon feels different, and I think, maybe days too late, that we might be heading down a road neither of us can come back from.
THIRTY
AVERY
Me
My place tonight.
Reid
I finally get to see your apartment?
Me
You sound happier about getting a tour of my place than you do about fucking me on the kitchen counter.
Reid
Come on, Sinclair. I can have both.
Dinner? I’ll pick something up on the way.
Me
Sure. I’m good with whatever.
Reid
I have a meeting until six, then I’ll head over.
Me
Thanks for the reminder. I need to talk some shit on your post after your loss on Sunday. Gosh, I can’t wait until we play against you next week.
Reid
Fuck you.
