Page 69 of The Scout

Using what muscles I had left in my legs, I rolled us over and straddled him.

“My turn,” I said right before I slid over his stiff cock.

“Jesus Christ, Hannah.”

I’d never done that before. Anytime we had sex, Cash was in charge, but I needed this more for me ... and maybe even for us.

His skilled hands cupped my breasts as my hips rolled and moved up and down his slick length. I couldn’t help but notice how his abs rippled with each upward thrust into me. Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes, letting our bodies dictate my movements.

In a flash, he flipped me over and sealed his mouth over mine. What started out frenzied and demanding morphed into slow and deliberate. He took his time, bringing both of us to the highest crescendo before cascading down into a pool of satisfaction.

Our ragged breathing filled the otherwise quiet room. “You’re incredible, Hannah.” Supported by his forearms, his hands framed my head. Something washed over him that made him look younger, like the boy I fell in love with when I wasn’t even sure what love was. Maybe it was an undeniable connection that by some greater power still coursed between us.

“We’ll need to talk about everything.”

He pulled out of me, and I instantly missed him. “Be right back.” And he was, returning with a warm washcloth. Gently wiping away the evidence of our orgasms, he tossed the cloth aside and climbed into bed next to me.

Rolling onto our sides, we faced each other. “Are you really going to move here?”

“If you and Jimmy are here, then that is where I want to be. Of course, there’s zero doubt in my mind that he’ll be going pro. Our son has more talent than I ever did. With me coaching him and knowing the ins and outs of this business, he’s going to go far. But that being said, it will be more him than anything I do.”

“College first, though.”

Cash ran his fingers up and down my arm. “If that’s what he wants, of course.”

Not wanting to get into an intense discussion after mind-blowing sex, I smiled. “It’s what we always planned. It’s important.”

He pulled me into his arms. “Do you think he’ll be happy that I’m going to move here?”

“Happy? He’ll be elated.”

“What about you?”

Knowing he needed to hear it, I nodded. “Yes, I’m happy too. But won’t it be hard for you?”

“No. Vince, the Hawks’ GM, will understand. If he doesn’t, I’ll catch on with a closer team. Trust me, with my scouting record, it won’t be hard to do what I want.”

“Always Mr. Confident.”

He shrugged. “You love me anyway.” My eyes widened at that declaration. Deep down, I knew I loved him, but for some dumb reason, I was terrified to say it out loud. “Figuratively speaking,” he added, taking the burden of those words away from me.

“Right, figuratively speaking.”

“When do you want to tell our son?”

“How about tonight? I can make you dinner.”

“Sounds good. I’ll provide dessert.”

He winked, and I pushed him over and rolled on top of him. “How about we have dessert before dinner? Unless it’s too soon—”

That sinister smirk appeared. He wrapped his arms around me, flipped us over, and grinned. “Batter up.”

For the next hour, Cash made love to me, and suddenly everything felt right.

Chapter23

Cash

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