Page 36 of Best Things in Life

“I’ve missed you so much.” He says the words I’m thinking as he glides into me, deeper and deeper until he hits the end, filling every crevice inside me like I was the mold that made his cock and maybe I was because we were each other’s first.

And I realize now as I wrap my arms around his solid back, raking my hands over the familiar sculpted muscles, that I want us to be each other’s last. My mind spins as the intense pleasure takes over and wipes all thoughts away in a dizzying whirl of sensation.

He pumps in and out, separating us just enough so that he can fit his hand between us, finding my clit with his thumb as if the last time was yesterday. He moves fast, his hips and mine too, and his thumb, oh my god, the excruciating coil of nerves almost stops my breathing.

And then with a shout, immediately silenced by his mouth over mine, my hips come off the mattress in a spasm as my center explodes. My eyes are open, I swear, but I can’t see, like I’ve gone blind and deaf and everything stops except the waves of orgasmic devastation take me.

Nate growls into my mouth, thrusting hard and fast until he tenses into a final primal spasm, shuddering his orgasm, a sheen of sweat covering him as my pussy clenches around him, taking pleasure in his pleasure. Our mouths locked together, we pant and I tell him I love him over and over as he murmurs, holding me so tight he might never let go.

Shifting his mouth to my ear, he says, “Cookie… I love you so much.” Tears spring from my eyes and I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve heard of tears of joy, but it’s been so long.

“I love you more than life, Nate,” I whisper the words I used to tell him because I mean them and I understand better what they mean. They mean that even if Nate were to put hockey before me in the future, I would love him still because I would never want him to give up his life’s dream or any part of it for me.

God I’ve been so selfish and insecure all this time. When he pulls from me, I reluctantly let him go. He goes to the bathroom and takes care of the condom and when he returns, his face is intense, so serious I’m not sure what to think.

“I have bad news, Cookie.”

“What?” Every muscle clenches and I sit up as he slides back in bed with me. “Tell me.”

“That was the only condom.” He’s dead serious and there’s no hint of a smile. As if this is truly a tragedy. And even though I feel the pinch of disappointment, I feel the optimism of our future more and I can’t help laughing.

“It’s not funny.” There’s a hint of a smile showing in the lift on one side of his mouth. I don’t stop laughing. “I suppose I could go out and find a convenience store open—” I slow down my laughter enough to stop him.

“No, don’t you dare leave this bed.” I settle down and he can’t keep a straight face. “There are plenty of things we can do without a condom, right?” He arches a brow.

“Possibly,” he says and I hold back another laugh.

“What’s your second favorite?” He gives me a look and he has a full-fledged smile now.

“I suppose you think I’m teasing, kidding about the tragedy of the last condom,” he says. I nod because it’s too obvious not to. “Maybe. But I had it in my head I’d make love to you all night this first night back. Because…” He looks intensely into my eyes, gathering me in his arms, facing me, holding me like I’m part of him. “Tonight means more to me than just any night we spend together. It’s a new beginning. It’s us … starting our lives together.”

My heart almost stops with his words, then it pounds so hard and fast like an overwound toy The pounding is all I can hear. It takes me a couple of beats before I can speak, before I know what to say.

“Those almost sound like commitment words from Nate the great. You sure it’s not the after effects of the fucking fantastic sex talking?” He grins.

“I’m positive. And for the record, the night isn’t over yet. My cock is sending me a message as we speak.” He pulls me on top of him so my pussy is riding his semi-hard cock and it feels so damn good. “Now tell me what you have in mind.

* * *

He spends the night with me, making love in all the ways we can find without a condom. It’s dawn before we find sleep and when I open my eyes, the sun is bright in the sky and I bolt up in bed.

“Nate, wake up.” I shove him and shake his shoulders and he snakes an arm around me, crushing me to his chest in response. Pushing him away when everything in me screams to succumb to another round of love-making, I wriggle free and slap his hand away from my breast in a true act of strength.

“You need to get up and get to practice. You have fifteen minutes before you’re late.”

Pulling aside the covers, I shove him to the edge of the bed.

“What the hell,” He glances at his phone on my nightstand and jumps to his feet. “Shit.” He looks over his shoulder at me, takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “Rain check.”

I smile and then I get up and throw on a robe. I can hear the bustle of the other girls in the house getting ready for classes and I open my door to peek out into the hall while Nate throws on his pants and shirt.

“Fuck. I’m going to have to show up at practice in a suit,” he says.

“You think that’s your biggest problem?” I say, all the repercussions of what he’s done crashing over me and my conscience rears to life. “Shit.”

Emily comes to the door and pushes inside uninvited, as usual, before I can stop her.

“I’m so sorry about your aunt, Sarina—” she stops, her mouth open, as she sees Nate standing in the middle of my room, half dressed.