I creep up behind the couch as quietly as I can and hear Mickey humming as she flips through a magazine. I’m just about to jump over it and scare the shit out of her when she speaks.

“You’re terrible at being stealthy.”

I stand, offended, and lean my arms on the back.

“Wow, how rude.”

She looks at me, snickering. “I heard you when you started thinking about it.”

I stare at her for a second, then hop over the couch and drag her into my arms, tickling her.

“Stop, oh my god, stop that!” She squeals, talking through her laughter. “Liam!”

“That’s my name, baby. Keep shit talking my skills.” I tickle her stomach and under her arms, where I know it’s the worst.

“I won’t! I’m sorry!” She’s laughing so hard, tears are running her cheeks. “I’m sorry, waving a white flag.” She groans.

I let up and she pushes me like she wants me to let go of her, but I hug her to me instead.

“Let me go, you’re a traitor.”

“No.” I bite her earlobe and squeeze her, rubbing my erection on her ass. “Wanna fuck?”

“You’re so romantic.” She laughs, dropping her head back onto my shoulder and turning her face to me.

“I know.” Her smile slowly fades and she bites her bottom lip. I get close to her lips but don’t touch them. “Go get a condom, then get that ass back here and ride me.”

She exhales hard as I let her go, and she’s back in record time, condom in hand. I get rid of my shorts and stroke my heavy cock, sucking in air thinking about her bouncing on my dick.

She rolls the condom on and drops her clothes. Before she can climb on the couch, I push her back on the table and drop to the floor, burying my face in her pussy as she cries out.

I devour her to the sound of her moans, licking and sucking and making sure her whole mound I glistening and wet when I move away.

“Now.” I lean back and fist my cock as she stands. “Turn around.”

She turns around, presenting her ass to me, and I caress it with a hand before I smack it.

“Mm.” She groans and I pull her hips down onto me slowly, letting her adjust to my thickness and feel every inch slide into her. When she’s fully seated on my dick, I put a light hand on her throat and bring my lips to her ear.

“Fuck me. Just like this.”

She lifts up and down as I keep my hold on her throat, applying only the lightest pressure.

“Does my cock feel good?” I ask, licking her neck.

“Yes.” She breathes.

“How good?” I circle her nipples with my other hand, switching between them then moving a hand down to where she’s sliding off my cock. “Good enough to scream my name and cream all over me? Hm?”

“Fuck yes.” She whimpers.

“What if I told you to keep quiet?”

“Please don’t.” She breathes, moving faster and bracing her hands on the couch.

“I want you quiet when you come. You say a thing and we won’t fuck you for a week.”

She gasps, and I sweep my lips over her shoulder before I wet my fingers and place them on her clit. Always a surefire way to send her flying.

I know I’m not playing fair, but that’s half the fun.

I rub gently and she starts to lose her rhythm fucking me, so I rub faster and start pumping up into her as she grinds her ass down onto me.

She’s failing at staying quiet so I put a hand over mouth and pull her to me, rubbing her clit and fucking her, taking over. She yells against my hand, body trembling and I remove it and keep pounding her pussy, holding her to me by her waist.

“LIAM!” She yells and hearing my name on those gorgeous lips sends me over, and I come hard. I tease her clit with my fingers leisurely as she sighs.

All’s fair in love and war.

* * *

“Thanks, Coach. I’ll see you next week.” I enter the apartment on my phone and set my keys down, kicking my shoes off.

It’s official. I’m going back to the team. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited, and ready to get back on the field.

The offensive coach is waiting for his trial, and Raquel is safely back in Texas, and ready to start her new chapter.

Things are falling into place, finally.

“You’re welcome, son. Listen…I know you don’t trust many people, but I hope you realize now, I’ve got your back.” He says gruffly, and I swallow. He’s the closest thing to a caring Dad I’ve got.

“Yes, Sir. I know that now.”

“Good. See you soon.” He clicks off, and I move through Mickey’s place and find her laying on her bed on her computer.

“Liam’s here.” She turns the computer and I see Hawk on FaceTime. I climb on the bed and sit at the top, moving her head to my leg instead of the bed and stroking her hair.

“Hey man, how’s the trip?”

“Boring.” He scoffs. “About to go into another meeting soon.”

“We’ll try not to have too much fun without you.” Mickey smiles, and he turns and we hear someone in the background.

“I gotta run. Love you. Night, Liam.”

“Night, man.” I wave.

“Love you too.” She closes the computer and looks up at me. “Hello.”

“Hello.” I kiss her quickly and keep stroking her hair. “So, I’m moving back to New York.”

“Really? You talked to Coach?”

“Mhm. It’ll be like I never left.”

“Good. Apparently, you are kind of a big deal.” She smiles.

“Kind of.” I quiet and we sit there in silence for a few seconds. “So the reason I only did casual sex for so long was because my mom completely ignored everything she wanted to try to please my dad, and it made her miserable. I was scared that I wouldn’t be able to resist doing the same in a relationship.”

“I do love surprise deep moments.” She says, sitting up so she’s next to me. “Did you think you’d lose who you were?”

“Pretty much. I was just scared completely. So, now you know why I fucked around for so long.”

“I don’t want you to ever ignore what you want for me. That’s not a relationship, not a partnership.”

“I think I realize that now. I never feel like you’re pushing me to do what I don’t want to. Do I want to give you everything? Yes, but it doesn’t make me feel like I’m losing myself.”

“Good. If it ever does, you better be honest with me. I want to support you in being the best you, not some extension of me.”

“And that’s why I love you.”

“I love you too.” She presses a kiss to my lips, mouth opening to accept my tongue as I slide a hand on the back of her neck.

“Kinda wanna fuck you again,” I say, feeling giddy.

“Kinda want you to.” She pulls away and slides off the bed. “But you gotta catch me first.”

Before I register what she’s said, she’s gone and I scramble off the bed.

Funny that I once was adamant that I don’t chase women.

Guess this is the only one that I’ve ever wanted to catch.