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For once, I am wearing a matching set, both my panties and bra are light pink lace. I feel feminine, and I like it, especially with the way Rake’s looking at me, like I’m the most amazing thing he’s ever seen.
Which I know I am not. He’s just nice that way.
Rake tears his faded concert T-shirt off, tossing it to the floor, and my first glance of the day at his naked upper body blows my mind like it always does. I don’t think I could ever get tired of looking at someone so perfectly sculpted.
Then, he drops his jeans and damn if he’s not going commando. He steps out of them and lays me down on the rug.
Pushing my legs up as far as they can go, he buries his face in my pussy, using his tongue to spread my lips. He licks every inch of me down there, and I writhe where I’m lying on the floor.
“God, Rake, that is so good. I love it,” I breathe.
I’m inches from an orgasm, sure to be the first of many this weekend, and just when I’m about to reach my peak, Rake pulls back.
“Hey—” I cry.
But he slides his hips between my legs and in seconds is fully seated in me, my orgasm continuing to build. My eyes flutter close as I begin to come in a way I didn’t know I could—Rake’s not even moving, and the waves are hitting me, one after the other, tossing me up in the surf and catching me as I come back down.
I arch my neck and scream. “It’s so good, Rake, your cock, oh God!”
“Open your eyes. I want us to watch each other as we come.”
I do, and his dark blue eyes bore into mine for probably the most intimate moment I’ve ever had, like he can see inside me, past my smart-ass personality, past the hurts and petty insults of life, to the part that’s fresh and pure, and exists only for him.
56
RAKE
“Dude,that’s what they call the ‘grand gesture’ in romance books.”
I look over at Jonas as I finish my last set of reps. He reaches his hand out and hoists me off the bench.
“Jonas, how do you know that, this grand gesture thing? You know the strangest shit,” I say. The rest of the guys in the weight room laugh and nod.
That’s Jonas. He’s a killer goalie, but his quirkiness has also made him kind of the team mascot. That, and the fact that he’s the only single dad on the team. All the wives pretty much fawn over him, not in a romantic way, but more in a motherly way, always offering to help him with the kids and such.
Our team rocks. I don’t know what I’d do without these people.
“My mother was a big romance reader and talked about stuff like that,” he says, taking my spot on the bench. “She was always bugging my dad about making a ‘grand gesture,’ you know, to get him off his ass and take her somewhere.”
“Guess I got my grand gesture then,” I say.
Jonas pauses to look at me. “You did, but the grand gesture is usually an effort by the guy. At least that’s what Mom always said. But it sounds like your Petal took the bulls by the horn and made shit happen.”
I shake my head. “She’s not the type to sit back and wait for life to happen, you know. And I have a little confession to make.”
All heads turn in my direction, hoping for some kind of dirt or at least something scandalous. “I have to admit I’ve read one or two of the romance novels she leaves around the house. I can’t say they’re my favorite, I’m more of a mystery guy, but I know what you mean about the grand gesture. It’s supposed to show how a couple’s really in love. Something like that, anyway.”
Coach walks over to us, frowning and shaking his head. “Don’t tell me that players from the San Francisco Aftershocks are discussing romance novels. Say it isn’t true.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Coach, it’s time you widen your interests. I’ll bring a couple novels in for you tomorrow. I’ll expect you to report back in a week.”
“Don’t think so, Hanson. Not gonna happen.” Then, he claps his hands, and we all stop what we’re doing to listen.
“Guys, our next game is going to be a tough one. We’re playing the league’s only undefeated team, and we need to put them in their place. This is where you earn your money, thrill the fans, and make everyone proud. You know I believe in you, your teammates believe in you, and you believe in yourselves. No other team in the league plays together like we do.”
Goddamn, what is wrong with me lately? I’ve heard a hundred motivational speeches since I started team play when I was eight years old, but none of them has ever brought tears to my eyes.
I turn away from everyone and pretend to cough while I’m clearing my throat, and thank God, no one notices. That’s allI need, for the guys to start ribbing me for being sentimental. But I can’t lie. Something about having Petal in my life has taken down some of the walls around my old asshole-ish heart. I’m feeling shit I didn’t even know was in there. How does that happen?
