Page 68 of Press Your Luck

Her body hummed underneath me as she rocked and writhed. I watched her face as I slid in and out, in and out. She was so fucking beautiful. Mine. God, how I wanted her to be mine. It was a pie-in-the-sky wish. I had so much working against me, starting with my age and having an eleven-year-old son, all the way to our being coaches of rival teams. I pushed all that away. Right now, there was only Naomi and me. In this moment, she was mine. All mine. Only mine. And I was hers. Fully. Completely.

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Naomi

Where did the man find the patience and control? My body was quivering. My blood was on fire. The need to come was swallowing me whole.

And then I was there. Unlike the previous times when my orgasm was like a freight train, this time, it was like a slow-moving tsunami, big and powerful and yet also fluid. It rolled through me, around me, until I was a shuddering, boneless mess. He thrust once more and groaned out something that sounded like “mine”, but I couldn’t be sure as my ears were buzzing.

I lay under him, working to get my bearings. This must be what it felt like to have a total body massage. Pierce did things to my body that drove me wild and sent me soaring, but now as the shimmer of the orgasm subsided, my body felt completely loose and lax. There wasn't a tense muscle in my body, and it felt so good.

Pierce lay over me, his body still seeped in mine. He stared down at me, his fingers removing the tie and gently brushing my hair away from my face. "You all right?"

"Is there something that gives you the impression that I'm not?" To be honest, I was surprised I could form words, that's how lax I felt.

He flashed a grin. "No. In fact, all signs appear to be the opposite." His facial expression turned more serious. "But the orgasms were never the problem, Naomi."

I knew what he was saying. He was waiting for me to tell him that this was a mistake. To give him all the reasons we shouldn't be having sex because all the issues continued to exist. But along with my lack of energy was my lack of motivation to reiterate the problems.

Which didn't mean there wasn't anything I couldn't tell him. I needed to tell him about the babies. I should have mentioned it before we had sex. When he'd gone to look in on Porter and then shut the door, I’d been rehearsing the words in my head, knowing that this was the moment I needed to tell him. All the while, I was wondering how he was going to take it. I had no doubt that he would do what he needed to be a father. After all, Porter had shown up on his doorstep unknown and unannounced, and Pierce had thrown himself full-force into the task of parenting. But just because he would do what was expected didn't mean he would be happy about it. Maybe he’d blame me because clearly, he believed I was on birth control.

Whatever his response, it would change things, and as he had handed me the tie and was telling me what he wanted to do to me, the words about the babies drifted away. At that moment, I wanted everything that he was offering. An escape from the challenges of my life. A respite from constantly having to be in control. I wanted to feel craved in a way that only Pierce was able to make me feel. And he hadn't disappointed.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he began to shift, moving his weight off me and instead tucking me close to his side. I snuggled in, inhaling the scent of him and feeling the warmth and strength of his body. I closed my eyes to savor all of it.

I woke up with a start,uncertain about where I was. I looked around the room, and it all came back to me. I was in a hotel after winning a hockey tournament and having the most spectacular sex I'd ever had in my life.

I reached my hand next to me on the bed, turning my head in that direction. There was only emptiness. I sat up and looked around, discovering the adjoining door to Pierce's room was closed on my side. I'd fallen asleep, and at some point, he had returned to his room. A profound sense of disappointment filled me that I wasn't waking up by his side. But of course, I knew that couldn't happen. He needed to be with Porter. The poor kid would've been afraid if he woke up and his father was gone. Besides, if Pierce had been here when I woke up, it would be too easy to sink into him again, to hand over control to him. While it was fun for one night, I knew it was something I couldn't let myself get used to.

I checked my watch and saw that it was a little bit after six. I rose from bed, my body still feeling like it'd had that total body massage. Pierce really knew his way around a woman's body.

I took a shower and then got dressed. I decided I would pack up and head to the airport early even though the plane didn't leave until later in the afternoon. We were still flying commercial, but hopefully, if the season ended well, Todd would splurge for charter flights next season. My hand went to my belly. Would I be here next season? Could I manage coaching and raising three babies? I didn’t want to figure out those logistics yet, so I finished dressing, and when my stomach growled, I decided to go down for breakfast before heading out.

The hotel offered a lovely buffet. Had the team arrived before me, the place might've been depleted of food, but none of them were there. They were probably sleeping off a night of partying. As long as nobody got hurt or in trouble, that was okay.

I picked up a plate and started by putting some fruit on it. Next, I got some eggs and bacon, and then I toasted an English muffin thinking I would turn it into a breakfast sandwich.

"Hey, Naomi." Porter stepped up next to me, his hand reaching over mine toward the pastries. He grabbed a doughnut, and as he pulled back, he hit my plate. I was able to keep most of my breakfast, but a few pieces of fruit fell on the floor.

He looked at me, his eyes wide. "Sorry.” He bent down and started to pick up pieces of the fruit. When he stood up, he stood with the fruit in his hands, as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with it.

I held out my hand with my napkin on it, and he placed the fruit in it. "Thank you for picking that up."

He nodded, his expression turning to relief. "You should come eat with us." He used a thumb to motion over his shoulder.

I looked, and Pierce was sitting at the table. He gave me a wave and a wink. My entire body lit up as the memory of last night awakened all my neurons.

My plans had been to eat and then go to the airport, but I couldn't find the words to say no. "Okay. Just let me get a little more fruit first."

"’K." Porter trotted off toward his table.

I tossed the napkin with the fallen fruit away and then went back to the fruit bowl and put more on my plate.

I walked over to Porter and Pierce's table, setting my plate down.

Pierce rose and held my chair out for me. "How'd you sleep?"

I turned my head to him, and because his hand was still on my chair, it brought me in very close proximity to him. I thought he was trying to keep his face impassive, but I was able to see the smug smirk on his face. He knew I slept like a baby because he’d done as he promised. He’d given me the orgasm of a lifetime.

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