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He moved faster and faster, a wild animal that couldn’t control himself as he took what he wanted. I loved it. Letting him have his way with me was exactly what I needed, to see his desperate lust, uncontrollable in our special joining. His hard length felt stiffer tonight, like he was somehow harder for me than usual. He began to moan, and I moaned with him while pleasure cascaded through my pussy, and his eyes widened with shock and ecstasy.

“Oh my God, Beth!” he cried, staring deep into my soul. “Beth!”

Hearing my name on his lips almost drove me over the edge by itself. Christian gasped and trembled, fucking me hard for several climactic strokes while I pressed my hand against his chest, feeling the sweaty muscles as he finished inside of me, drinking in the sight of him as he trembled and gasped and sighed.

38

Beth

“I’m glad you came over,” I said while the two of us passed a wedge of cheddar cheese back and forth on the couch. I had strange food cravings after sex, and the sharpness of the cheese was hittingjust right.

“Emphasis oncame,” Christian said with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay over at your place. It was such a heartbreaking loss that I really did think you would want to be alone.”

Christian shrugged. “It wasn’t that bad of a loss.”

“Are you kidding? The Colts were winning by a point. Then the Jaguars kicked a field goal as the clock expired to win the game. That’s as heartbreaking as it gets!”

“The Jaguars are one of the best teams in football,” he replied. “They destroyed us when we played them earlier in the season. The fact that we nearly beat them feels good. Not as nice as a victory, sure, but it’s still satisfying. You should have seen the locker room after. There were some disappointed faces, but more players were happy with our performance. I think it will be a shot of adrenaline for us as we go into the final stretch of the season.

“Besides,” he added, “we played incredible on offense. I had five touchdowns, including one that I ran in. Yeah, it sucks that our defense played poorly and couldn’t hold the lead, but I can’t let that bother me. I can only focus on what I’m able to control.” He leaned over and gently kissed my arm. “Having you on the sideline helped.”

“You’re just saying that.”

“Believe me or not. It’s the truth. Especially after Braden jumped into the crowd and kissed you. On the next drive, I knew I had to try to one-up him. It helped me focus.”

I giggled. “If you say so.”

“Logan seemed annoyed that he was on the jumbotron.” Christian took the orange cheese from me and took a big bite out of it. “Did he spend the rest of the game complaining about us drawing attention to the situation?”

“Actually, he laughed it off and said he knew you two would pull some bullshit like that. And then Claire asked whatbullshitmeant, and he got awkward and told her to ask Uncle Braden and Uncle Chrissy. So you can expect an inquisitive question from Claire the next time you see her.”

“Thanks for the warning.” Christian sighed happily. “She’s a good kid, isn’t she?”

“She really is.”

Christian hesitated, then said, “Logan might ask you to babysit her again next week when he’s on the road.”

I blinked in surprise. “Oh.”

“Emily and Leslie were supposed to watch Claire, but something came up and they’re going to be gone. He asked Braden and I to watch her instead, and I said I would be happy to. But Claire chimed in and said she would rather stay here with you. So, Logan might ask.”

“You know,” I said, “when he first dumped her on me, I was furious. I hadn’t babysat a child in over a decade, and I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to focus on the dogs, and my business. But after spending some time with her, I really care about Claire. I want her to have a good life, and I don’t mind helping give that to her.”

“You’re not just saying that because she helps with chores around the kennel, are you?” Christian asked.

When I let out an offended gasp, he burst out laughing.

“Just teasing you. I know that’s not the reason.”

“I opened up to you a little bit, and you teased me for it! I expect that of Braden, but not you.”

“Hey now,” Christian warned. “I can handle most insults, but don’t you dare compare me to Braden.”

“We’ll see,” I said sweetly while biting into some more cheese. “I just hope the next time we’re in bed together, I don’t accidentally moan his name.”

He turned to face me with measured seriousness. “Don’t you dare.”

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