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“You played a great game,” she whispers with a hoarse voice. “How’s your rib? They kept saying it looked like you were hurt the whole last quarter.”
My girl sits up and gently runs her fingers over my ribs. Her hair spills around her shoulders in pretty waves, stopping just over her breasts, and any lingering pain is forgotten. “Can I get you something for the pain? Tylenol? A hot bath? What do you usually do after a game?”
I grab her hand and press my lips to her palm, needing to feel her. “I usually drink a beer, take a few pain relievers, and go to bed.”
My blood thickens when she stands up in front of me and my jersey falls to the top of her bare thighs. “I’ve got beer in the fridge and some over-the-counter stuff in the medicine cabinet.”
“I’ve already got what I want tonight.” I wrap an arm around her and pull her in close. “Not gonna lie, Ashlyn. I really fucking like seeing my jersey on you.”
Heat flushes high in her cheeks. “You can thank your sister for that. She said it’s one of your old ones that you let her have.” She reaches up on her toes and presses a kiss to my lips. “What’s underneath though... that’s all me.”
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Ashlyn
Brandon’s hand slides down to cup my ass, and a low fucking growl rips from his throat. “Ashlyn... Are you wearing anything underneathmyjersey?”
I shake my head slowly from side to side and unbutton his shirt. Brandon watches me with hooded eyes as I push it off his shoulders and trail my fingers down his biceps, then back up his lats. Purple bruising blooms over his ribs, and when I touch them, he silently sucks in a breath.
“I missed you,” I tell him, and I gently press my lips over his ribs as I unbuckle his belt and ease down his pants until he’s standing in front of me in nothing but tight, black, boxer briefs that do nothing to hide his thick erection.
“You sure I can’t do anything for you,” I ask as I guide him to the bed. “Anything?” I push.
Brandon kicks off his boxers and sits down, then leans back against my tufted headboard. “Come here, baby.”
I stop next to the bed.
“Leave the jersey on, Ashlyn.” And oh my, that voice... He’s a man holding on by a thread, and I want to shred it.
I climb onto the bed and straddle his lap.
His hands immediately go under my jersey and grip my hips.
“Tell me what you want, Brandon.”
“Line me up, baby.” The words are said softly, but the tone... oh, that tone holds a promise. That tone holds a controlled power I’d like to see snap.
I lift up on my knees and lick my lips as excitement courses through my veins, then wrap a hand around his thick erection and run it along my wet core, teasing him. Loving the feel of him against my heated skin.
Another hiss leaves his lips, and I swear to God, I could come now, just thinking about the effect I’m having on this man.
“I want inside that sweet body, baby. You ready for me or do I need to eat that pretty pussy first?”
Heat floods my belly, and I lower myself over him, taking him inside me.
“No. Tonight, I just want you inside me,” I whisper softly against his lips.
My eyes fly to Brandon’s as his grip on me turns deliciously biting. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Rock your hips.”
Big hands slide up my rib cage and cup my breasts under the soft jersey, and the sound that lodges in his throat as I lean back and plant my hands on his thighs behind me sends a shot of pleasure straight down to my core.
It’s my turn to tease. “You like that?” I rock my hips again, loving this new angle, and Brandon shoves my shirt up and takes my breast in his rough hand.
“Your body is incredible.” He runs his tongue around my nipple, then scrapes his teeth over it. “Fucking made for me, baby.”
I hiss and clench around him. Desperate for more, I wrap my legs around his waist, using his shoulders for leverage and take him deeper until I feel like he’s splitting me in two.
“Fuuucckk... Ashlyn.” God, I love the way he says that.
