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Chapter 30
Jenna
It’s impossible to stay angry with Brett for long. After Noah told me that Brett’s been in love with me all this time, I wanted to talk to him, to make things okay between us again. But I was still angry. He still screwed up.
But Brett is the guy I got to know. He’s sweet, kind, genuine, and even though he has a lot to learn when it comes down to communication, I can’t imagine my life without him.
I still don’t know what will happen after the game when I need to go home and Brett stays here. It’s a stumbling block I’m not sure how we’ll get around. But we can figure it out. He keeps telling me that, and I’m starting to believe it.
What matters is that we’re together, that we know what we feel for each other, and that we’re going to see what we can do.
When he drives to his place, we’re silent. But it’s a warm, comfortable silence, and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
I’ve always seen Brett in a certain light—he’s always been the asshole who wanted to ruin my relationship in my eyes. Now that I’ve gotten to know him, and he made that speech, admitting that he doesn’t always know how to do it, I’ve seen a very different side of him.
A side I fell desperately in love with.
I don’t want to live without him.
He pulls into his garage and takes my hand. We walk to the front door together and step into the mansion.
Brett kisses me again once we’re inside and the door is shut, and I melt against him, giving over to the emotions that I’ve been trying to push away when I decided we weren’t going to work together.
I don’t have to stand strong; I don’t have to protect my heart anymore. I can let go; I can feel.
Brett’s hands roam my body, and I smile against his lips.
“Do you want to see my room?” he mumbles.
I giggle. “Yeah, that would be cool.”
When I was here last, I got dressed in a spare bedroom. We weren’t in the house much at all.
Brett leads me through the house, and I stare in awe at everything around me. It’s clear Brett has money, but he also has taste. The place is designed beautifully. Every room is as tasteful as the next, with expensive furniture and ornaments, abstract paintings that add a touch of class to every room, and light spills in through every window, making the place bright and a pleasure to be in.
When we get to the master bedroom, Brett pulls me against him and kisses me again, and I don’t focus on what’s around me anymore. I stop thinking about the rooms that are so large my entire apartment can fit into them. I stop thinking about the taste he has in decorating.
I focus only on the way he touches me, the way he kisses me.
The way everything he does shows me that he’s serious about me. I was so blind before, thinking that this was just because he was a player. Now, I realize it’s who he is, and what he feels for me is as real as what I feel for him.
I reach for the hem of his shirt and slowly start working it up his incredibly chiseled body. I reveal inch after inch of bronze skin that stretches over perfect muscles that move under his skin as he lifts his arms so I can pull the shirt over his head.
When he’s shirtless, I run my hands over his chest. His muscles are hard, sculpted, but there’s nothing cold and hard about Brett. Right now, he’s warm and welcoming and accepting, and when I run my fingers over his skin, goosebumps break out in their wake.
I kiss Brett one more time before I start planting kisses on his shoulders, his chest, his abdomen.
Slowly, I make my way down his body. He runs his fingers through my hair.
When I fiddle with his jeans, undoing the zipper, he traces the line of my jaw with a finger. I glance up at him. His face is riddled with lust, and it makes my core tighten.
I want him so badly.
I pull down his jeans and he kicks them off. When I pull his cock free from his jocks, he’s rock hard and the tip already oozes with need. I glance up at him again and run my hand up and down his shaft, pumping slowly. He pushes his hands into my hair again and closes his fingers into fists, pulling a little, enough to make me ache for him.
I kneel and suck his head into my mouth. Brett groans, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he shuts his eyes, and I start pumping my head up and down his cock, stroking him in and out of my mouth. He holds onto my hair and encourages me to take him deeper and deeper.
I take him in as far as I can, but his size is a challenge. What I can’t cover with my mouth, I cover with my hand, extending my reach.
