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And the bed squeaks loudly as it hits the wall.
We both pause, our eyes wide with shock and humor. “Oh my God,” she murmurs, covering her mouth with her hand.
“Yeah, that’s not going to work, El,” I quip, glancing around the room. “Come here.”
Much to my dick’s dismay, I pull out and stand up beside the bed, kicking off my joggers and reaching for her hand to help her down. Once both feet are planted on the ground, I reach around to her ass, grip her tightly, and lift. Her legs automatically wrap around me, her pussy once again aligning perfectly where I ache for her.
I give my hips a gentle thrust, my cock once again wrapped in her wet heat. Holding her up, I walk toward the outer wall, away from the door and where her son sleeps. When I press her back against the cool drywall, she gasps and bites back her groan of pleasure.
“You can’t hold me up, TD. I’ll break you,” she whispers.
“I can and I will, El,” I state, rocking my hips and filling her completely. Using the wall as leverage, I gently pump in and out of her body and kiss her sweet lips. She holds on tightly, pressing her tits against my chest and silently gasping for air. “I can feel your pussy tightening around me, honey. Are you getting close?”
She whimpers in response, sucking my tongue into her mouth. That one little action causes my hips to buck wildly, thrusting and filling her repeatedly, and racing toward the finish line. Her pussy starts to choke me, rippling around my shaft in sweet pleasure as her release grabs hold. My arms burn as I continue to lift and lower her onto my cock, but there’s no way I’m stopping. My arms could fall off my body afterward for all I care. All I can feel right now is her orgasm squeezing my cock, which triggers my own need to come.
“Fuck,” I mumble, locking my lips against hers to keep us both from crying out.
I come hard, filling the condom as she starts to come down from the high of her own release. When my legs are jelly and my arms cry for mercy, I walk toward the bed and gently lower her onto the bedding. “I’ll get dressed and go grab a washcloth in a minute,” I tell her, climbing onto the bed and needing a minute to catch my breath.
“No way,” she whispers, curling into my side and reaching for the blankets. “I want you to stay right here, in bed with me.”
No place I’d rather be.
Knowing I’ll need to get up soon and dispose of the condom, I slip my arm beneath her neck and draw her close. She fits so damn perfectly against me, curling into my side as if she were a piece of me. I sigh in contentment as she starts to relax, my body wanting nothing more than to fall into a deep sleep, but I hold on to consciousness. Must. Get. Rid. Of. Condom.
Just when I think she has drifted off to sleep, I turn, ready to slip out of bed. She reaches for me, her delicate fingers grasping at my arm. “Don’t go.”
“I need to take care of the condom,” I insist, rolling her to the side and kissing her forehead.
“’Kay. But come right back,” she murmurs, her eyes closed as she burrows into the warm bedding.
I don’t know how long I stand beside her bed and watch her sleep, but it’s quite a while. Even after I dispose of the used protection and slip back beneath the covers, sleep doesn’t find me. I lie here, memorizing the way she sleeps, the sounds she makes, and the way she makes me feel.
Contentment and love don’t even come close to what I feel for this woman.
She’s rooted deep into my soul, and I hope she never leaves.
I want her there—right beside me—forever.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ellie
I can’t believe we’re here.
Senior night.
It’s Brody’s last regular season home game, and it’s hitting me hard. He’s played football since freshman year, plus the summer flag football program ran through the park district, and it’s difficult to comprehend it’s coming to an end.
Well, not completely. The Panthers earned a post-season playoff spot and will find out Sunday evening when and where they play next. Until that time, we will focus on tonight’s game against the Cooper Vikings.
I’m bundled up to the point of discomfort, but the temperatures are hovering around the upper forties right now and will continue to drop as the night progresses. My layers are wearing layers, and I’m wrapped in a thick blanket as the stands start to fill. The fans are all sporting their versions of warmth as we prepare to sit and cheer on our team for the next few hours.
My eyes scan the field and lock on Brody. He’s wearing cold weather gear under his uniform but says he doesn’t get that cold on the field. Between the running and adrenaline, he claims the temperature doesn’t bother him until after the game.
“Hey,” Hallie says, sliding onto the bleachers beside me. “My nipples are so hard I fear I might have some sort of permanent damage from the cold.”
A throat clears right behind her, and I giggle when I see Logan standing there, having heard her comment about her nipples. “I could help warm them up for you,” he offers, having a seat directly behind where she sits.
