“Thank you,” I said. “I’ve—I’ve never done this before.” I bit my lip, looking away from him. I didn’t want to see the disbelief in his eyes. I knew the impression that I’d left on him all those years ago, and it wasn’t that of a blushing virgin.
“I’ll take care of you, always.”
He couldn’t mean it. But fuck, how I wanted that to be true.
His hand cupped my cheek, and I turned to face him. His body settled over mine. His sheathed cock pushed at my entrance. My body opened for him like he was the key I was waiting for. He entered me slowly, letting my body adjust. I moved my hips, drawing him deeper into me. His thick cock filled me so completely, I thought I might combust from the pleasure of it.
And then he moved.
His hips rocked gently, his cock moving in and out of me with a desperate slowness that drew out the pleasure in torturous tugs.
“Faster,” I pleaded. “More. More.”
Reid’s lips captured mine, swallowing my pleas. He kissed me like he meant it. Like I meant more than just the heat.
He moved quicker. His hips slapping against mine, and he thrust into me. His cock grazing against that spot inside of me that made me see stars.
Before I knew it, those stars were getting closer, my release within reach. My back arched as I chased the pleasure that Reid gave me.
His mouth left mine, and he latched onto my neck, sucking on the skin there.
My release slammed into me, my cock spurting cum between us. Reid’s thrusts became more erratic, then he slammed into me one last time. His hot cum filled my channel.
My heat satiated, temporarily.
I stroked a hand down his back as our breathing slowed. “Holy shit,” I said.
He chuckled. “Indeed. There’s more of that, or there can be.”
“There is?”
He nodded. “I can make it better for you. Slower. Different positions. All the things.”
I knew this, of course I knew this. But I couldn’t imagine it getting better. “Show me.”
And he did.
Chapter 13
Rowan
I woke up slowly, my eyes fluttering open, my body taking stock of everything around me—the soft sheets, the plush comforter, the pillows that seemed to cocoon me like I had made my own personal nest. I blinked rapidly, trying to take it all in so I could figure out where the hell I was. The light that filtered in through the blinds was soft. I had no way of knowing what time it was exactly, but the sun was high in the sky, so it definitely wasn’t early.
My heat had subsided. Finally. Although it had subsided quicker than my usual heats, since I’d spent them alone. Reid had been here to make things go quicker and also make it so incrediblyamazing that I wished for it to be longer. At one point during the day, he had had to leave for a team meeting or an early practice? I didn’t remember the details. When he had come home, two hours later, he had found me fucking myself on a dildo I kept in my heat kit.
I had missed him. I had wanted him.
That had been the last time we’d come together. Was that last night or earlier today? I put the heels of my hands against my eyes. Fuck. This was going to complicate things. I hoped he knew that everything I had done, I had done willingly. I hoped that everything that we had done, he had done willingly. I didn’t regret it. Not a single moment or thought or touch. He had to feel the same. None of that had felt fake or forced.
I would never regret this heat spent with Reid.
“I should hope not.” Reid’s voice brought me back to reality. He stepped into the room carrying a tray. The scent of fresh coffee filled my nostrils. I groaned.
“I don’t think I meant to say that out loud,” I said, “but it’s true. I don’t regret anything. I’m sorry.”
His head tilted. He came closer to me. I pushed myself up so that my back was against the headboard. He set the tray over my lap. It was one of those fancy ones designed for breakfast in bed; the only thing missing was one of those vases that fit a single flower. Did he often bring people breakfast in bed?
He climbed into bed next to me. He wore a pair of workout pants and a t-shirt with the team’s logo on the front. My own mascot face looked back at me.
