Page 64 of Not Before Game Night
Vanessa
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Two weeks ago,when Eric proposed to Mia, I was pretty certain the whole world heard her scream.
Even I tried to guess when he would pop the question and had to give him kudo points for the way he’d kept us in suspenseandthe way he did it.
With the football season over, we’d all gone out to dinner to celebrate.
He knew Mia too well and knew that while she would have loved to be proposed to in some private garden somewhere beautiful, she would have loved having him propose in public a lot more.
Just because it was exciting and adventurous. Just like them.
So, he had the waiters bring out the ring, and he asked her to be his forever right in front of our parents and the whole family.
Cole was my date, and it was nice having him there to watch such a beautiful event. It was the first proposal I’d seen.
Tonight was the engagement party put together at the DoubleTree. Cole and I made a guest appearance and split after an hour.
I never thought we could be crazier than we were during the football season and the back and forth travelling across states, but as the last whistle blew signaling the end, it was like we just took off.
It was the first week of January, and while the rest of the guys were focused on the Super Bowl, Coleridge Buchanan was focused on me.
Me, the shy wallflower, as the media had put it a few months back.
We’d been together for exactly four months this week, and it was the most exciting time of my life. Me before him was… I struggled to think of the part of my life that didn’t include him.
I thought I was lost in him before, but that was nothing in comparison to how I felt now. It was like that every time I was with him
We crashed through his bedroom door with my legs wrapped around his waist. He rained hungry kisses all over my mouth. Soul kissing me and sending me over the edge with the rawness he used to claim me.
We collapsed into the bed and tore the clothes off each other, me trying to touch him everywhere I could, and him doing the same to me. I never wanted him to stop.
If we spent forever like this, I would be happy. Definitely happy.
“Please, let me be inside you, no barriers tonight,” he whispered into my ear.
My heart sped up at the wild thought. No condoms, we’d just rely on my birth control.
“Yes,” I breathed, returning my lips to his.
He kissed me gently then pulled back to part my legs. He guided the fat head of his cock to where I craved him the most. The feel of his warn skin on mine drove me wild with the need that danced through my veins.
His grip tightened on my hips, and he slid into me, his hugeness as always filling me up completely but feeling so much better tonight from the skin-to-skin contact.
God, it was unreal. Completely and utterly unreal. He felt it too, I could tell from the expression on his face and the pace of his movements. He hooked my leg around his and secured me so he could drive deeper, faster, harder.
It felt so good. So good he brought me to climax in just a few strokes.
Then I lost my mind when he really started to fuck me hard.
Held captive to the maddening lust that clasped us within its grasp, I felt my mind slipping. I’d thought so often that I was near the edge, and sometimes I’d felt when I’d gone over. I had those times. However, there was a point when I could see the ground approaching, and I could stop myself from falling straight to the ground and hitting the surface.
Not tonight.
As mindless ecstasy gripped me with scandalous pleasure, it severed me completely and utterly from reality, from logic, from all that I willed myself to do and not to do.
Don’t fall for him?
