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My free hand cups her jaw, forcing her to see the storm in my eyes, how wound tight I am, the way I’m trembling for her. “I love you.”

And then I kiss her, my tongue swirling with hers, my mouth stealing every available breath from her I can. My fingers pick up their pace, matching the speed and motion of my tongue in her mouth.

“My tongue or my fingers?” I ask, sucking her plump bottom lip into my mouth and then releasing it with a slow drag of my teeth. I want to fuck her sweaty and fast until she’s gasping my name, but I also want my queen to come once before she comes again on my cock.

“That,” she moans, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with desire. “Keep doing that. I’m already so close.”

“How’s this? I’m going to fuck you like this…” I pump faster and press harder on her clit until she gasps, her eyes closing and her head flying back, no longer able to fight it. “And the second you start to come, I’m going to slam inside you.”

“Oh, God. Yes. Please, yes.”

Shoving down the waist of my track pants, my heavy, hard cock springs free and I give it a lazy jerk. I slip my fingers from her pussy and move them up to her clit, focusing on that as I use the fat tip of my dick to rub her entrance. Her chin drops, her greedy eyes matching my own as we both stare shamelessly at the erotic display before us.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”

I’m right there with her, having to bite my lip and tighten my body so I don’t come this instant. “I love watching your pussy come,” I manage, my voice strained, the brutal need to drive into her overwhelming, but this visual… this fucking visual is so goddamn hot, I don’t want it to end either.

Only, in her next breath, she starts to come. Her back arches and her arms give out, and then her face plants against my chest as she shudders and shakes, moaning and groaning. And that’s when I thrust all the way inside her as deep as my cock can go.

A scream wrenches the air and my lips slam down on hers, kissing her through her orgasm as I begin to fuck her into another one. I push her down onto the counter of the island, my forearms on either side of her, and I use my hips as weapons to piston me in and out of her. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, and her arms are snaked around my neck as she holds me to her, chest to chest.

Sweat shivers across my back, and my heart flutters out a crazy rhythm as I stare into her eyes. Our foreheads meet, and then I take her hands, intertwining our fingers and setting our joined hands just above her head. I continue driving in deep, swirling my hips and pressing down so my pubic bone rubs her clit with every thrust.

I take her like this until fire burns in her eyes.

Until neither of us can hold off another second. Until flashes of light dance behind my eyes and she chants my name, moaning and quivering beneath me. Then I come inside of her, throbbing, and pulsing, and giving her every piece of me I have.

“I love you,” I breathe against her lips.

She smiles, her eyes clear and bright even as we’re both still winded. “Love you.”

“Forever,” I promise. Because that’s the only truth that will get me through this right now.

30

Asher was officially cleared to play by me and the training staff on Tuesday. I’ve never seen an athlete, or anyone for that matter, work as hard to get themselves back into game form as he has. Hours and hours of physical therapy, weights, running, and training. He’s been throwing the ball for a couple of weeks now, but Tuesday he went out on the field for practice and proved he was ready.

And yet he’s riding the bench.

Something the fans in the stadium are not happy about and are not shy about letting Joe and the entire team know.

Leo lost horrifically last week. Three interceptions and one fumble. And after Asher’s press conference on Wednesday, declaring himself physically ready to play, the crowd is demanding their hero take the field to lead them to victory.

I haven’t seen Asher much today. He woke up this morning, went for a very early run, and then he got a phone call, and before I knew what was happening, he told me he had to get to the field early and practically raced out the door. Since he ran out on the field with the team, he’s been… I don’t know… agitated, maybe.

Like lava simmering beneath the surface, ready to blow.

I’m bundled up on the sidelines, wearing more layers than I can count, topped off with a Rebels puffy coat. It’s the middle of October, and it’s especially miserable out today as the temperature huddles around freezing and light icy rain falls from the sky.

“I miss Miami,” I grumble to Dean, who looks like he’s about to go yachting in khaki pants and a navy Rebels sweater. “Aren’t you freezing?”

“Are you kidding me? This is football weather.”

I roll my eyes skyward, only they start to freeze as ice pellets them making me wince. There are heaters blasting on the sidelines, but those are for the players, and Asher told me I’d look like a wimp if I stand in front of them the entire game. I flipped him off and put myself in a position where I can catch the very edge of one of them.

I’m fine with being a wimp if it means I’m warm.

Asher is pacing the sideline, talking to Leo, and grumbling out curses when plays don’t go well. The team is playing five hundred football, Dean explained to me, which means their record isn’t winning or losing. Considering the expectations for the team this year, I think it’s safe to say no one is happy.

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