Killian
So who are we betting will win?
Mom
The Revolution.
Brynlee
The Revolution, obviously.
Killian
Livvy?
Olivia
. . .
Brynlee
You can’t bet against the team your family owns.
Half the damn family plays for them!
Olivia
Watch me.
Mom
Are you at least going to be sitting with us?
Dad
Or your husband’s family?
Olivia
I’ll go between both.
Brynlee
At least tell us which jersey you’ll be wearing.
Olivia
Guess you’ll have to wait and see.
—St. James Family Text Thread
“Jesus, Logan...” I pant and run my fingers through his hair, tugging him back up my body. His dark-blue eyes focus on mine as he tears open a gold-foil packet with his teeth. “A girl could get used to that kind of wake-up call.”
My body still shakes from my first orgasm as he drags his sex-drenched lips over my own. I’m finding out this husband of mine likes to eat, and I’m his favorite delicacy. He also likes me to taste... afterward. Never thought I’d be into that, but with him, I fucking love it.
“Fucking need you, Livvy.” He flips me over to my knees and smacks my ass, then licks the no doubt glowing-red handprint against my skin, and my forehead falls to the bed as I muffle my scream into the pillow.
He drags his thick cock through my soaked sex and smacks my clit with it again and again until I’m writhing beneath him. Until my thighs fucking tremble, and I’m on the edge of sanity, hot and wet and losing complete control. “Logan...”
