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Being “strong” hadn’t helped.
At all.
For these few moments at least, accepting my own vulnerability was…relieving.
Wick didn’t say a word. He just held me, letting me bury my face in his neck as my tears soaked his shoulder. When they subsided, he eased me backward, so he could see my face. He used his thumbs to clear the residual moisture from my cheeks, and I didn’t even bother trying not to smile when he leaned in, kissing me on one cheek, then the other, before he brought his lips to mine.
I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the soft pressure, feeling like it was exactly what I needed. An instinctive moan left my throat as he left a gentle nip at one corner of my mouth, and then the other.
“I know you’re tired,” he said, in his rich, soothing tone. “Let’s get you home.”
I wanted to protest, but he was right – I was exhausted. I climbed off his lap and then let him help me to my feet before following him to that table to spray and wipe down all the gear we’d used, and put it all away.
When we were done, I hesitated. And he must have caught whatever vibe I was putting off, because he stopped too, looking down like he was waiting for me to speak. But… I didn’t have anything to say. Not with words, at least. I reached up, grabbing two handfuls from the front of his shirt to bring his mouth down to mine.
We were definitely on the same page. Because no sooner than our lips had touched, he was grabbing me by the hips to ease me backward, then picking me up to seat me on that table. He stepped between my legs, bringing his hands to my face to keep me where he wanted me as he dipped his tongue into my mouth, tasting and exploring.
“Mmm.Pull your pants down,” I moaned, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back to give him better access as he trailed kisses down my neck.
I shivered at the sensation of his laughter against my skin as he came back up to my ear. “No protection on me, gorgeous.”
“I couldn’t have your babies if I was trying, handsome. And no one but you has touched me in two years, and I’m pretty sure you’ve done full background checks on any booty calls. We don’t need it,” I told him, with my fingers still wrapped in his shirt. “Pull your pants down.”
His hands went to his waistband, and my hands went to mine. In just a few seconds, we were both partially disrobed, just enough to make the connection we needed to make.
Yes.
Needed.
I bit down on my lip, relishing the slow, delicious friction as he sank into me, then grabbed me by the thighs, hiking my legs around his waist. He leaned in, capturing my mouth with his as he planted his hands on either side of me and pressed in.
“Goddamn,” he grunted, then sucked in a breath before he locked eyes with me. My mouth fell open, but I didn’t drop my gaze – I was spellbound by the intensity in his eyes as he deliberately, meticulously stroked me, burrowing so deep that it held an edge of gratifying pain.
So,sogood.
Good enough to forget everythingexcepthow good he felt, with his tongue in my mouth and his hand up my shirt, cupping my breast and squeezing my nipple, and his dick buried to the brink. I dropped my hands to his ass, pressing my nails into his firm glutes, encouraging him to go deeper, if possible, andgoddamn, it was.
I didn’t give a shit who heard – I let out a gasp that was exactly as loud as my body wanted it to be, followed shortly by a steadily streaming chorus of his name.
“Ah,fuck,” he growled into my mouth, and then kissed me harder, cutting off my ability to make a sound, or hell – doanything– with the notable exception of taking everything he was giving me.
And he was giving meplenty.
Soon, the training room was filled with the distinctive sounds of our connection – our shared moans, the creaking legs of the table, and the loud, sensualsmack, smack, smackof skin on skin as he stroked me faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Until I couldn’t take it anymore, and he couldn’t either, slamming into me with one last growl as he emptied himself into me, and I clenched around him.
We stayed connected for several moments, panting together until our hearts slowed back to a normal pace, and we could breathe. I glanced down, really noticing for the first time that I hadn’t even gotten my yoga pants and panties all the way off – they were still halfway on one leg, twisted and dangling around my foot.
Wick followed my gaze, and chuckled, though he had no room for a laugh at my expense, not with his sweats and boxers still caught around his knees.
I closed my eyes as he kissed me again, suddenly. He pressed his forehead to mine, then carefully slid out of me.
“I’m guessing you made it past that confusion, huh?” he asked, bending to pull his pants back up around his waist. I started to reach for my own, but he stopped me, grabbing the unoccupied pant leg to untwist them for me, and then pull both sides up over my feet.
“Thanks,” I said, as he helped me down from the table, so I could pull my pants up all the way. “And… Somewhat.”
“Anything I can do to turn that “somewhat” into a “completely”?” he asked, and I smiled as I looked up at him, right into his handsome face.
“Don’t worry,” I told him. “You’re already doing it.”
