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The thick tip of his cock pushes inside me. I know nothing about this is going to be gentle, and I hold on to my jersey when he sinks halfway in. I touch the letters of my last name when he buries himself all the way to the hilt. I’m unbelievably full, delirious when I push off him before slamming back down on his length.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, a garbled mess of words following it. “Look at my girl taking what she wants. That’s so good, baby. Whatever you need.”
It doesn’t take long for the stretch to turn mind-numbing and perfect. I work him up and down, riding Grant like my life depends on it. He surprises me with a thrust, pounding into me while he holds me in place.
“I want you to come in me,” I say. “You’ll be wearing my jersey, and I’ll be full of your cum.”
“Does it get any better than that?” Grant brings his mouth to my shoulder and sucks on my skin. He’s going to leave behind a hickey I’ll be able to hide with my blazer, and I like that he’s being a little careless. “Sounds like something we should do every night.”
I trip over a laugh. The rough drive of his hips slapping against mine is enough to do me in. The finger on my clit helps too, but it’s more of being swept up in the profound way he loves me. I fall apart again, my thighs quaking as ecstasy hits.
Grant follows, my name a panted exultation when he spills inside me. He doesn’t let me move, holding me in place as he pumps his hips two more times, making sure to not waste a drop. We both struggle to stay upright, our bodies reaching the point of exhaustion after a long day.
Still, he presses a kiss on my cheek, then my mouth. He rubs my neck, gentle when he pulls out of me. I’m hollow and empty without him, a feeling I don’t enjoy, but he’s quick to position us on the mattress where he pulls me into his chest.
“That was incredible.” I close my eyes. My muscles start to relax, and I’m seconds away from sleep. “Best sex of my life.”
“Going to buy three hundred jerseys so I can wear one every day.” Grant puts his hand on the back of my head, stroking my tangled hair. “My own jerseys aren’t going to be nearly as fun.”
“I’ve never worn one of your jerseys,” I say. “Does that bother you?”
“Baby. You’re full of my cum.” He cups my pussy and swipes his thumb over a drop of release he left behind. “You got a tattoo for me. I sleep next to you every week. You don’t ever have to wear my jersey.”
I’d think I’d like to.
I think I’d like to walk around the house with nothing but his name on my back.
“We’ll see.” I yawn. “I’m going to attempt to take a shower and then get in bed. I’m crashing after the win and those orgasms, and if I don’t move now, I’m never moving.”
“Not true. That’s why you have me.”
Grant rolls off the bed and stands. He slides his arms under me, and I laugh when I’m airborne.
“I knew you were good for something, Everett.” I touch his cheek and the smile that sits right on the curve there. “I love you, you know. I love that I get to go against you during games and then come home and have you like this.”
“I love you too, Lia.” He yawns too and kicks open the door to our bathroom. “Bath or shower?”
“Shower. But only because if I take a bath, I’d absolutely fall asleep in there.”
“And if you did, I’d get you out and bring you to bed.” Grant pinches my hip when he sets me on two feet so he can turn on the shower. “I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
He does have me.
My heart, my body, my mind.
He might’ve worn my jersey for the theme night tonight, but he’s always going to be my hero.
EIGHTY-FOUR
AMELIA
DECEMBER, THIS SEASON
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I feel like I’m going to puke.
Announcing the Olympic roster on a Monday is cruel.
