Page 67 of Breakaway Hearts

“We’ve got time,” I tell her, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “We don’t have to get to lesson four today.”

She nods, looking disappointed but also a little grateful. I grin, then glance over at the clock.

“We should get up and get moving soon anyway,” I add. “I’ll need to meet the team downstairs so we can take the bus to the airport.”

Despite my words, several more minutes pass before either of us moves. We climb slowly out of bed, and I tell Callie she can do her bathroom stuff before I do mine. As she slips inside and closes the door, I squeeze my aching cock absently, doing a few controlled breaths as I will my erection to recede.

My body is screaming at me in frustration for having stopped things where I did, but I know it was the right call. The first time I fuck Callie, I don’t want it to be rushed. I want to be able to take my time. To do it right.

Because I already know it’s something I’ll never, ever forget.

Chapter23

Callie

I can’t believe how good I feel walking out of the hotel room with Reese.

Completely sated.

Light as a feather.

Like all the muscles in my body have relaxed for maybe the first time in my entire life.

I blame the multiple orgasms he’s squeezed out of me the past few days. At this point, I’ve completely lost count, and I’m somehow simultaneously sore with and relieved by the pleasure of it all.

“You look like you’re on cloud nine,” Reese says, bumping his shoulder against mine. “Damn, girl, who’s got you smiling like that?”

I try to wipe the grin off my face mostly to spite him, but I can’t. Instead, I laugh and shake my head.

“You’re smiling too, in case you haven’t noticed,” I point out.

He stops, his face turning deathly serious. “Shit, am I?”

His lips twitch as he tries to suppress his smile, but it isn’t long before his expression cracks. We both break out into laughter while waiting for the elevator to take us down to the lobby. As the elevator dings, he grabs my duffel bag off my shoulder and slings it over his own, despite having to carry his gear and overnight bag as well.

“Hey!” I reach out, trying to snatch it back. “You have enough to carry. Give it back.”

“Nope. No way I’m letting my girl carry her bag.” He gives me a look that goes straight to my clit. “Unless you forgot that you’re my girlfriend?”

“Fake girlfriend,” I mumble.

“Same difference.”

“Not true.”

He hits the button for the lobby, and we continue to banter back and forth. We’re mostly joking, but I can’t help but feel a slight twinge in my chest every time I’m reminded that what we’re doing right now is temporary and not real.

I have to admit, though, there are some definite perks.

We get to the lobby and settle into some comfy chairs while we wait for the rest of the players to come downstairs. Before he sits, Reese puts our stuff down, motions toward the coffee and tea station, and winks at me while saying he’ll grab me my favorite.

Ah yes. A definite perk.

Not to mention the ridiculously expensive hotel and the luxurious lobby I get to wait in. The chairs are, if possible, even comfier than Reese’s bed back home, and I sink into them while I wait for him to come back with our drinks.

Shit, I could really get used to this. The sex. The way Reese is spoiling me. All of it.

“Here you go, Firefly.” He returns a minute later, settling into the seat next to me as he hands me my tea. Some of his other teammates are milling around now, either getting coffee or sitting down in the breakfast area for some quick food.

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