Reese

 

Cam was in love with me.

I could hardly believe it, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his eyes. He meant it. He really loved me. And I loved him. I’d admitted that to myself sometime between our fight in my dad’s office and now. I’d just been waiting until after the game tomorrow to talk to him.

But this was so much better.

My smile grew as I fingered the zipper of his hoodie. “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“Well, I haven’t yet, but I’m sure we can make that happen.”

My panties were wet the moment he said he loved me.

Now, they were just soaked.

“Well, if that’s what you need,” I whispered against the skin of his neck, “I’m sure we can definitely make that happen.”

His eyes rolled back in his head as I licked across his jaw. “The first thing I need is for you to get naked. As sexy as you look in this scrap of nothing, I’m desperate to have your tits in my mouth.”

I stopped his hands when they reached for the hem of my shirt. “Ah-ah. You’re the one who’s been working extra hard these past few weeks. I’d say you could use a break. Why don’t you let me take care of you tonight.”

That phrase was starting to sound like a theme in my life. Not that I minded. I took pride in taking care of him, especially when it involved pleasuring him.

His jaw muscles ticked. “I think it’s my turn to take care of you.”

“Trust me, you’ll get your turn tomorrow night,” I said. “For now, though, you should probably just stop arguing and let this happen.”

The sound of my fingers releasing the zipper of his hoodie echoed through the room. My hands skated over his bare torso, my nails digging in, until they reached the waistband of his sweats. I lowered the sweats to the floor, carefully easing them off his feet while working his shoes off at the same time. I was going at a leisurely pace, running my eager hands up his thighs, licking my lips like I was about to savor my favorite candy.

His eyes darkened in response.

“Leave the hoodie on,” I said, my eyes raking over every inch of his body.

There was something about seeing that parted material giving me just a hint of his tight abs—but not the full monty—that rocketed my arousal up a notch. I dropped my gaze to his erection.

“You going to use your mouth on me, baby?”

I nodded absently but didn’t look up. I swear my mouth was about to start watering any second.

“Kiss it,” he whispered.

I leaned forward and gently placed my soft lips on the tip. God, I’d missed this. He reacted to that brief kiss as if I’d straight-up deep-throated him, rocking his hips forward as he groaned up at the ceiling. The fact that I was once again on my knees for him got my blood running so fast it made it difficult to control myself. I trailed more kisses around the crown and down the shaft, never giving him more than my lips.

“Now, lick it.”

I followed his instructions—something I really wanted to explore more when we weren’t so strapped for time—and ran my tongue down the length of him, swirling it around at the base.

“Fuck. That’s good.”

My other hand massaged his balls as I continued to torture and tease with my lips and tongue. I peeked up through my lashes at one point and marveled at his expression. His eyes were screwed shut, his mouth wide open, his breath coming out in pants. He looked as lost to the ecstasy of this moment as I was.

That’s when I took him deeper.

All the way deep, until my lips wrapped tightly around his base. His hand flew to the back of my head to hold me there, guiding me as I drove him to that sweet edge. Then I did this thing with my mouth where I twisted my lips around suddenly, snaked my tongue out, and sucked fiercely all at the same time. A little trick I’d learned some time ago that was usually one hundred percent effective.

“Holy shit. Where the hell did you learn to do that?” He shook his head. “Forget it, I don’t want to know. Just keep sucking, baby.”

I did that little move two more times and then it was all over. It was like that twist sent his cum shooting straight up to the surface, like a bullet out of a gun. He released and I swallowed every last damn drop.

“That’s my girl.”

It almost sounded as if he hadn’t meant to voice that aloud. But I liked hearing it. I think I fell a little more in love with him then, if that were even possible.

I stood up with a proud smile. “Feel better?”

 “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea,” he said, laying a loving kiss on my lips. “Now, how about we concentrate on making you feel better, huh?”

I pulled out of his grasp and led him over to the bed. “No, no. This was just for you. You need to relax and rest up for tomorrow.”

He groaned like a petulant child. “How can you expect me to not think about sex when you’re wearing that? Or when I’m not wearing any pants?”

I walked back over to the dresser where his sweats lay and threw them at his face. Then I pulled a cardigan out of my suitcase and put it on.

“There,” I said, giggling. “Now we’re covered.”

He sighed and fell back on the bed. “Like a flimsy sweater or a pair of sweatpants would stop me from wanting you.”

I cuddled up next to him and rested my head in the crook of his shoulder. “Well, I’ll tell you what. You win that game tomorrow night and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me.”

He cracked an eye open. “Anything I want?”

“Anything.”

“If you’re trying to turn me off, you’re doing a piss-poor job of it.”

“Just giving you something to look forward to.”

He kissed the top of my head as he pulled me in close. “I already have a lot to look forward to.”

We laid there in silence for an interminable amount of time, just comfortable holding each other and not saying anything at all. If I hadn’t felt the gentle sweeping of his fingers across my shoulder, I would have thought he’d fallen asleep.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about the game tomorrow,” I said timidly.

“What about it?”

My finger traced shapes around his right pec. “I’m just worried about you playing against Trey.”

He leaned back, forcing me to meet his gaze. “Are you worried that he’s going to do something or that I will?”

My eyes flew over his face. “Just that things might get out of control. Look what happened the last time you two played against each other, and that was before the fight. Can you really tell me you won’t want to hit him at some point during the game?”

“Of course, I’ll want to hit him,” he bit out. “I always want to hit that son of a bitch. But the fight at the party was payback for what he did to you. I wouldn’t have attacked him out of the blue like that if he hadn’t done something to provoke it.”

“And you know he’s going to try and get in your head about it tomorrow,” I insisted. “That’s what you said he did during the BelV game. He talked trash about me and you lost it. You know he’s going to do something like that tomorrow night.”

“Whether he does or doesn’t is irrelevant because I’ll control myself this time.”

I knew my expression reflected doubt. “What makes this time different?”

He kissed me hard and deep, swallowing my surprised gasp. When he pulled back, my eyes felt pleasantly heavier. “This time is different because I have you. Things were so back and forth between us back then, I didn’t know where we stood. I was pretty messed up over it. And when Warren started talking shit, I couldn’t help it. I guess you could say I had some insecurities.”

“But you don’t now?”

“How could I?” he asked, bemused. “I know now that you’re mine and no one else’s. We’re solid about where we are, right?” I nodded, grinning. “Then there isn’t anything to worry about or be insecure over. Sure, Warren will try to piss me off, but there’s nothing he could say that would make me doubt us.”

My chest felt like a million helium balloons had been stuffed into it, threatening to send me floating away.

“You can be pretty romantic when you want to be, you know.”

“Don’t get used to it. I’m still going to talk to dirty to you and make filthy innuendos.”

“I won’t complain.”

He sighed contentedly. “You’re pretty much perfect, you know.”

I closed my eyes and savored the sound of his heart beating in my ear. “Yeah. I know.”