Page 154 of Not Over You

“Come on my cock once more,” I command, rubbing at her clit again, feeling her pulsing around my shaft, “give me one more.”

When she throws her entire body back against mine, her back against my front, her cries fill the small suite. My hand is still covering her mouth but this orgasm can’t be contained. She chokes my cock as she comes hard, shuddering against me. I wrap both my arms around her, holding her as I thrust until I go still, emptying inside of her.

Once we can breathe right, I pepper gentle kisses down her back, fix her skirt and panties, and pull out of her. I hate how we both feel so empty when I am not inside her. Luckily she lets me have her as often as I need, so we don’t go long without that connection we both crave. I spin her in my arms and crush her to me, kissing her swollen mouth gently.

“I love you, Pais,” I whisper, framing her face in my hands.

Paisley beams up at me and laces her arms around my neck. Tilting her head back, she nods before she replies, “You better. Kind of stuck with me, husband,” she teases.

“Good. I want to be stuck with you. Forever and ever. Maybe after that. Come on, wife, let’s go celebrate with our friends.”

“We left before the game ended,” she laughs as I tug her from the room, keeping her tucked into my side as I smooth a hand over her swollen tummy, “how do you know there is something to celebrate?”

“Because I know Connor Mitchell. He won that game, and we are going to the championship. Think I am overconfident of my guys?” I quirk a brow at her as lead her back to our suite.

“No, way, Bran. You should be proud of them. And proud of yourself. You helped get them here. They play better than ever because of the work you do with them. I am so proud of you.”

Stopping outside the suite, already hearing the eruption of them celebrating inside, I take a moment. Having her be proud of me, hell anyone be proud of me, it was my goal for so long. I tried to make my dad proud but that was never going to happen. When I took responsibility for my family, taking care of them after he died, I thought it was my last chance to make someone proud of me.

But I was wrong. I made my mother proud by doing right by the woman I love. I make my wife proud by being a good father, being there for her, and giving my all at the job I love to do. I make the guys on the team proud too, and now, I am proud of them too. And hell, I am proud of myself too.

Yeah, I fumbled plenty over the years, gave myself and my life plenty of false starts.

But here we are, celebrating in the end zone anyway.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Born and raised in the Midwest, reading and writing have always been Dee’s passion. Short stories became long stories that finally, became books.

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While playing grownup during the day, meaning working a job, Dee wrote her first book. When not reading or writing, which leaves less time than she’s proud of, Dee loves spending her time with her?furbabies, her husband and lots of movie nights.

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JENNA GUNN

UNDER COVER

What happens when your Ex buys you at a bachelor auction? Nothing good.

Rachel didn’t bid because she wanted to reunite.

R-E-V-E-N-G-E was the only thing she had on her mind.

Winning her back is on mine.

My new small town life (in her town) means she’s practically next door. But she’s got hate in her eyes.

Those daggers might fool some people. Not me.

One minute she’s scheming against me.

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