Page 83 of Worth the Risk

“I’m not used to that, believe it or not. Leading the way is more my style.”

“Oh, gee, I hadn’t noticed.”

I grab hold of her shirt with my teeth and pull it up for a tease before releasing the fabric.

She laughs. “What in the world is in your hair?” Her fingers seem to grab something from a few strands, and we both inspect it when she holds it up into the air.

Pine needles.

“It’s that fucking tree by the driveway,” I groan.

“Ah yes, killer pinecones and needles.” She tosses the needle to the side.

I lift my body onto my forearms because we both have a task to do.

“Take it off, Piper.” I hear the desire in my voice.

We both take everything from the waist down off. Slow and sweet will be for later.

I get a glimpse of her lace panties that were just flung to the floor and then give Piper a curious look. “I have full intention to check if you’re wearing a matching bra later, but right now…” I touch her clit with my finger and feel that she is already soaking onto my fingers. “My focus is on being inside of you.” I align myself and cradle her head in my hand, with my thumb planted on her bottom lip.

Her body tilts up when I slide into her, the sensation of me going deeper causing us both to moan and our lips to collide. For some reason, this feeling is more intense than usual.

I look at her mouth when I pull away and a sultry smirk begins to form on her swollen lips. “Keep going. Ruin me. Ruin me for other men.” God, her playful tone slays me.

“Baby, I did that the first night I laid eyes on you.”

Our eyes hold as I slam into her again and again, her legs tightly wrapping around my waist, offering herself to me, and I take every piece she’ll give.

And lucky for me, she gives it all.

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I look downat the eggs in the pan, going for over easy today. The autumn sun is illuminating the kitchen, a solid track is playing on the Bluetooth, and the smell of coffee is strong. I told Piper to let me sleep in, as it will be my only chance as we head into the rest of the season, but I’m not made for long mornings in bed and still woke before her.

Glancing up from the sizzling of the skillet, I notice Piper straightening her hoodie and searching for her car keys

“What are you doing?”

She ignores me as she grabs her sunglasses. “Going into town for something.”

“You look like you’re trying to go undercover or something.”

She freezes, her hand on the keys, and she peers up to stare directly at me. “Because… I don’t want to be noticed.”

“It’s Lake Spark, nobody cares.” I grab my coffee mug and indicate that there’s a spot next to me. Taking a sip with one hand, I hold out my other arm to invite her to join me.

“Maybe I need to get something without anyone catching wind, and I was going to go first thing, but I slept in, Coach.”

I chuckle under my breath. Every time she calls me that I know she is going to say something to surprise me.

“I know I haven’t lost my touch if you’re worn out after a night like last night.”

We didn’t really leave the bed, except for some dinner downstairs when I whipped up some pasta and pesto with chicken. We talked about what she’ll do if she gets the shop on Main Street, what my schedule looks like in the coming weeks, which games she will be at, which dinner with sponsors, and what she can expect. All the things that we talked about before but this time she is committed. She’ll even meet me at some away games, which is an effort since she can’t travel with me due to team rules but can stay in my room at away games.

Slowly she walks to me. “Uh-oh. You have John Mayer on and you’re wearing an apron to cook eggs?”

“I know you like it.” I look down at myThis coach has a foul mouth and a big heartapron. “Don’t divert the topic. Again, what’s with the outfit?”

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