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“Please fuck me.”
His gaze darkens, lust and something deeper taking over his expression, and he’s quick to shed his athletic shorts and underwear, his thick, long cock springing up with pre-cum already beading at the tip. I want to taste him, but the way he looks at me tells me there’s no time for that.
Not to mention his friends are downstairs—but I doubt Reed would appreciate me bringing them up at this particular moment.
Reed comes up over me, arms resting on either side as his face hovers over mine and I so badly want to close the gap between us. His dark eyes are on me, my heart pounding as his warmth seeps into me. “You and me, baby,” he rasps, his right hand reaching between us before I feel the head of his cock tease the lips of my sex. My heart jumps, needing him to push in. “No one else matters.”
My arm wraps around his neck, my other hand cupping his cheek. “You and me,” I murmur, and right when I pull him in for a kiss, he pushes his cock inside of me and swallows the gasp I let out.
He pushes in, inch by inch, until he bottoms out and stars are exploding behind my eyes. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair and my other hand on his bicep, fingers digging into his skin.
“Shit,” Reed grunts, his lips against mine. “How does it feel better and better every fucking time?”
He pulls out before pushing back in, and I cling onto him as he sets a fast, steady rhythm, pounding into me and I feel my entire body responding to him; arching into his body, electricity crackling through my veins, unable to catch my breath but not caring as long as Reed keeps doing what he’s doing.
I feel every inch of him inside of me, filling me in a way I’ve never felt before, hitting me so deep that tears burn my eyes. “Reed, Reed, Reed—yes,” I chant, his name like a prayer as his fingers tease my clit.
I’m already close, body arching into his. “You gonna come for me again, baby?” Reed asks, like he knows my body better than I do. “Gonna come all over my cock like you did my tongue?”
“Yes, yes, please,” I cry out, head tilting back as he presses kisses to my throat.
He thrusts into me, pinching my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to fall apart a second time. I come again with a cry of his name, my heart thundering so wildly I’m half afraid it will burst out of my chest, and with a deep, guttural groan, Reed is coming apart right alongside me.
My body shakes under his, his hips still moving as we ride out our orgasms together, my arms holding onto him as his powerful body trembles above me. When our climaxes subside, my body still quakes with aftershocks of that powerful orgasm, Reed growing semi-soft inside of me as his forehead drops to mine.
He pulls out, our breathing heavy and I whimper at the loss of him as he lays down next to me. There’s not an inch of space between us, our naked bodies glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and my cheeks flush because I’m pretty sure I can feel his come, mixed with mine, leaking down my thighs. But I don’t care. I feel weightless, boneless, as Reed pulls me into his side and presses his lips to my temple.
“You sure about this?” he asks after a few seconds of silence.
I melt into his warm, solid body, a blissed-out smile on my face as I look up at him. He looks just as fucked as I do, which does wonders for my ego, but I also see the concern in his eyes, like he wants me to be a hundred percent sure about my decision. I turn so I’m on my stomach, folding my arms on top of his chest.
“I am,” I tell him honestly. “I just want us to beuswithout any reservations. Are you good with that?”
His hand goes from my lower back to my rear, and my face flushes with heat as he gives one of my ass cheeks a squeeze. “I’m more than good with that, baby,” he tells me in that low, sexy voice of his. “You and me, Willow.”
I smile, my heart so Goddamn full. “You and me.”
Epilogue
Reed
Afewmonthslater.. .
Blue and white confetti litters the ground, some of it still flying through the air as the stadium continues to roar with cheers. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, hugging my teammates, patting their backs as we congratulate each other on a game well played. Because we fucking did it. We won.
We won the goddamn Super Bowl.
I’d seen my parents and my sisters, and given them hugs when they appeared on the field to celebrate with the rest of the team and their family members. My heart is thundering in my chest as my gaze keeps flying around, trying to catch sight of the one face I’ve been waiting so desperately to see since the moment I realized we won. But it’s like there’s a million fucking people around; my teammates, the other team, and a shit ton of friends and family that have stormed the field to commemorate this win.
Where the hell is she?
Post-game interviews don’t happen right away during the Super Bowl; reporters give the winning team time to celebrate and the losing team time to come to terms with the loss. So, while Willow may be with her cameraman, waiting to get in on the action, she had told me she would do her best to find me as soon as the game was over and she was swept up in work. But it’s already been a few minutes and I haven’t caught sight of her anywhere.
“JJ!” I call out over the noise, catching sight of my friend. He’s sweating and grinning as he talks to Leo’s sister, Andrea, as I approach them. “Have you seen Willow?”
“Uh,” JJ says, still grinning as his gaze searches around us. He seems to spot something to the left and says, “Right there.”
I follow his gaze, and I catch sight of Willow through the dozens of people in between us. She’s busy, I note, probably needing to be on the air right away because of the circumstances. She’s not interviewing anyone yet, and instead talking to the camera that Michael holds, her microphone in hand.
