Page 24 of Boys of Fall

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Autumn

I opened my eyes to what I thought were Jerry’s cold kisses on my shoulder. Instead, I watched a dark red leaf drift slowly out of the branches and skitter down my arm before landing in the pile that had fallen around us overnight.

He was right about the tree. The light shining through the crimson canopy was almost too beautiful. I knew even if I lay in one spot all day, I’d never see all the different shades of red.

Jerry’s arm lay across my waist, his body a furnace of warmth at my back. His gentle snore whistled in and out of his nose as he slept. Turning in his arms, I groaned at the pleasant ache between my legs and in the muscles we’d given a run for their money all night long.

“Hey,” he croaked as he opened one eye, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Are you hungry for waffles and bacon yet?” I ran my fingers through his hair, and he hummed for me, pushing into the pressure of my hand on his head. His hips wiggling closer under the covers at the same time.

“I’m hungry in lots of ways,” he mumbled and his eye drifted closed again.

I kissed his shoulder. “So you are okay, showing up to breakfast?” I licked suddenly dry lips. “You know, together?”

His eyes opened wide, gaze locked on mine. “Absolutely.”

I grinned as relief loosened the knot that had started between my shoulders.

Jerry rolled me on top of him and pulled the blankets up on my shoulders. “I wasn’t bullshitting when I said you’d be my last, Autumn,” he whispered into my hair as I listened to the steady thump of his heart.

Sliding down and readying him, I spread my thighs wide to take him again. This time making love to him because I wanted to watch him let go splashed with all that gold and red. Taking the pleasure he offered but more importantly giving him all of mine. I tucked the image into my heart of how his lips parted on the entrance to my body. The pressure of his fingers on my arms an extra thrill as I moved, caressing the length of him with little clenches of my muscles. His chest arched when I added a grinding of my hips, and his soft gasp of breath filled my heart as he spilled inside me.

Jerry inhaled deeply as we slid into a yellow booth. “Coffee and greasy bacon. Almost heaven.”

I laughed and took the hand he extended to me across the table. “Almost?”

He nodded and gave me a sly smile. “There’s another place I can now confirm as actual heaven.”

Heat rushed into my face as the waitress approached to take our order. Two orders for the Grand Slam breakfast later, I leaned on my elbows toward him, and he met me halfway across the table with a soft press of lips.

“You’ve made me very happy,” I whispered.

He grinned wider even as a few whistles and hoots sounded off from the other CC players enjoying their post bonfire bacon and waffles.

“Only very happy?” he asked and pouted his lips at me. “Well that won’t do at all.” He brought my hand to his lips to nibble the pinky.

I squeaked his name.

“Looks like I need to try harder after breakfast,” he said.

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