Page 83 of Diverge

He opens his eyes, and I’m swallowed up by the deep green around his irises, contrasted by the crisp whites surrounding them.

“Morning, baby.” He slides his other arm underneath me and pulls me on top of him. He kisses me softly before gliding his hands down my bare skin to my ass.

“I really don’t want to do much today... can we just stay in and order takeout?” I run my fingers through his hair, pushing the curly strands back.

“Thank God! I don’t think my legs could take much more walking.” He chuckles, and I laugh.

“What happened to the old Nate? The one who went on hikes and forced me to do a few lessons in MMA?” I jest, and he rolls me onto my back, his body on top of mine.

“Woman, don’t start with me.” He playfully bites at my neck, and I can’t help the giggles that escape me. “Seriously, it’s too early for your sassiness.” He smirks knowing that won’t stop me.

“I’m just saying, maybe you’re getting too old for hiking.... or walking around for long periods of...” He grabs my arms and holds them above my head while looking straight into my eyes.

“Is that what you think...” His mouth crashes into mine, stealing the air in my lungs. He slowly moves down, his tongue following, swirling over my body. Down the middle of my chest, to my stomach, between my legs. I yelp as he swiftly pushes my legs up, knees bent, and places soft kisses on my inner thighs. Goose bumps travel from my thighs to the back of my neck. My breathing hitches as his tongue licks me ever so lightly, making me want more. Craving more. I buck my hips in an attempt to reach his tongue, but he pulls away.

“Stay still, B,” he commands as he forces my knees apart, his entire mouth closes over me between my legs, and my eyes roll back at the warm, spine-tingling sensation.

His tongue dances on my clit as I struggle to keep my moaning in check. Letting go of one of my legs, he pushes one digit inside me, and I grip the sheets in fear that if I don’t hold on to something, I will melt away under his touch. He pushes another finger in and moves them expertly in and out of me. My mind scrambles as the pleasure takes over me, creating waves in my bloodstream.

Grabbing his hair in my fist, I rock my hips back and forth on his face, needing the release to come right now. His mouth and fingers leave me, and I groan at the emptiness. He chuckles at my frustration as he turns me over, his hand coming down on my ass hard causing a tingling sensation on my skin as I yelp. Grabbing my hips, he pushes into me, fast and hard.

*****

Come nightfall, weboth get ready to attend Noah’s game. Pulling on my black denim jeans, I pair them with a band shirt and a leather jacket. Pulling on my boots, I grab my bag and turn to find Nate lost in thought, his eyes on me.

Am I not dressed appropriately for a basketball game?

“What?” I ask as I look down at my outfit. “Should I change?”

He chuckles as he stands off the bed, his naked muscular body walking over to mine, his tattoos completely visible to me. “You’re perfect.” He kisses my forehead as he begins to get dressed himself.

“Hardly perfect.” I laugh. “But I try.”

He smirks at me while he pulls on his boxer briefs. “I wouldn’t have you any other way, baby.” I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I watch him dress. He slides on a pair of whitewash denim jeans, a white Henley long-sleeve, and his tan boots. “Ready?”

“Yep,” I say as I walk out of our hotel room. He walks out with me, then turns back.

“I forgot something, wait here.” He slips back inside and is out in less than a minute. “Okay, let’s hope we can get a cab. Otherwise we will be taking the subway.”

I groan audibly as we begin to walk to the elevator together. Luckily, we were able to secure a cab and get to the venue in fifteen minutes. There was a bit of traffic, but I guess that’s New York. I’ve never been to a proper NBA game before in my life, not being into the sport myself. I am excited to see what it will be like. Noah was able to get us courtside tickets, and as we walk into the arena, I am astonished by the sheer size of the place. This is unlike anything we have back in Australia. Our arenas don’t even hold half the size of these in the US. My mouth hangs open as I look around, taking it all in. I watch as fans dressed in team colours wave their signs and chant. The atmosphere here is like no other. The energy is on another level, and I’m completely drawn in. The entire arena goes dark as the large screens light up and begin the team introductions. Smoke machines go off as the crowd roars when Noah appears on the screen, and I join in. Once the introductions are done, the teams make their way onto the court and begin playing as the crowd chants for the Golden State Warriors. My heart thumps as the crowd roars at the first basket of the night. I would have never thought sports games would be this exhilarating. They’re almost as much fun as a concert.

Almost.

“Are you having fun?” Nate says into my ear.

“Are you kidding me?” I smile from ear to ear. “Look at my face. I look ridiculous.”

He laughs as he slings one arm over my shoulders and focuses on the game, watching his brother living his dream, and I wonder about his.

I turn towards Nate. “You gave your brother this, you know. You did this for him. He’s here because of your sacrifices.” His face visibly relaxes at my words.

“I did what I had to do.”

“Noah is living his dream, Nate...” I pause. “But what’s your dream?”

He looks up at the screen as the entire game is paused, following his eyes, I am mortified to see myself and Nate up on the large screens. Everything happens in slow motion as I watch him kneel on one knee in front of me and pull out the most elegant diamond ring I have ever seen. I watch as I hold my breath. Noah runs over to Nate and hands him a microphone.

Holy fucking shit, is this really happening?!

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