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I sucked in a sharp breath, loving hearing those words from him.

“I have loved you for so long,” he continued. “I should tell you every day, and starting now, I will. I promise.”

“I love you too,” I smiled. “I always have.”

There had been moments when we hinted at the L word, but it was the first time we used it in a complete phrase that left no room for misinterpretation. It made my heart race, but also made me feel whole.

Cruz pulled his shirt off, then slid his shorts to the ground, leaving himself in nothing but tight boxers. I could tell through the thin fabric that he was hard, and I felt my knees wanting to give out in anticipation of being with him again.

“What about the soccer ball?” I asked, distracting myself from his cock. “What are you teaching me today?”

“Nutmegging,” he smirked. “This is the ball I used all day today. Its fucking dirty. Stained and has been kicked by more cleats than I care to think about.” He tossed it from one hand to the other. “Then Tripp kicked it, and it hit my goal post.” He shook his head like the ball had done his goal post wrong.

“Cruz?” I moaned, falling for the deep timbre of his voice, and wanting him to get to the point so I could launch myself at him.

He got closer to me and slid his finger up my thigh and under the fabric of my thong. “Already wet?”

“I knew what today was. I practically ran home.”

“Me too,” he groaned. “I’ve missed you.”

“We didn’t have to wait, Cruz. I told you my heart is fine.”

“And I promised to take care of it.”

“Well you have it beating nice and strong.”

He smirked then reached over to the side table next to the couch. Flipping a water bottle in his hand, then uncapping it, he handed it to me. “Drink.”

I rolled my eyes, but did as he requested, not wanting to risk him changing his mind about where the night was going.

“Good girl,” he whispered when I handed the bottle back, half empty. “Now get on your knees and spread your legs.”

I lowered down to my knees, then spread them open like he told me to. He kissed me again before backing away and setting the soccer ball on the ground. “Ever heard of nutmegging?”

“Cruz,” I moaned, “Don’t play with me. You know I haven’t.”

“We don’t use that term too much in the US, but,” he shrugged before kicking the ball between my legs. Since I was on my knees, the ball stopped and I started to grab it but Cruz stopped me. “It means to kick the ball between your legs.”

I looked up at him, and he had his cock out, stroking it while getting closer to me. He was biting his lip with a smirk, and found himself to be quite funny.

“Settle your pussy on the ball. Get comfortable.” I shook my head but did it anyway, taking some of the pressure off my knees. He held my jaw and forced my mouth open, then shoved the tip of his dick onto my tongue. “Remember everything I taught you?”

I moaned because the memory alone was erotic.

Licking the bottom side of his cock, I made sure there was enough saliva coating him. He liked it to be messy and noisy. Then I took his tip and wrapped my lips tight around his glans, pulling as hard as I could without using my teeth.

It was crazy how brave and bold he made me. I just knew that everything I did was a turn on to him, and it made me want to try and test him the way he did me.

He held my cheek and stopped my movements long enough to get my eyes to glance up at him. When I did, he ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “Te amo.”

Using what little Spanish I knew for sure, I answered him back. “Yo también te amo.”

ChapterForty-Four

Cruz

The last couple of weeks were more of an adjustment than I realized they would be. Living with someone, no matter how much I loved her, was hard. There was a lot of compromise, and even though Lily had put all her things in my other room to make it easier, I didn’t like her thinking our living situation was temporary.

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