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I fit my thick length at her soaking wet entrance and slide home. And home is exactly what it is—what she is.
My home. My heart. My everything.
“I’ll never get enough of this,” I growl as I pull out slowly and then thrust back in as deep as I can go. She lets out a cute little mewl, but it’s not enough. I need her mindless with pleasure, and I know exactly what will get her there. Leaning forward, I continue to pump my cock into her while I wrap an arm around her waist and move my hand down to her clit. It only takes a few gentle but quick circles on her clit for her pussy to convulse and her to let out a deep moan as she comes. The pressure of her pussy gripping my cock pulls my own orgasm out of me, and I come hard, stilling inside her and shivering every couple of seconds as she experiences aftershocks that feel like heaven when I’m inside her.
“I love you too, Dom,” she whispers, her head resting against the glass as she catches her breath.
She can’t see my smile, but she can feel the kiss I drop to her shoulder.
A week in paradise with my woman can’t get much better than this.
We’re snuggled together on the couch, Laney between my legs, her head resting on my chest, my hand casually brushing through her thick blonde strands. She lets out a soft sigh.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs. Her voice is sleepy and sated after the past three days of mostly sex. It’s by far the best vacation we’ve ever taken together. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so relaxed and at peace.
It’s made me rethink our plans for when we’re back in LA in a few days. “I’ve been thinking—”
“Did it hurt?”
I smack her ass lightly and she giggles which brings a smile to my face. “No, smart-ass. Now, as I was saying. I’m thinking about talking to Shawna.”
She twists, her belly now resting on the couch as she rests her hands beneath her chin and watches my face. “About what?”
“This plan to be out in the press. I think we need to let it drop. It was one thing when it was all supposed to be fake, but we’re a real couple. We’re going to be out and about on dates anyway. We don’t need things staged anymore, and honestly, I’m sick of the whole dog and pony show.”
“Are you sure?”
Her expression is unreadable, but I keep going. “Yeah. I have you. That’s really the only thing that matters at the end of the day.”
“But what about the Wolves? Wasn’t this whole thing supposed to convince them that you’re not a liability to their team?”
“Yeah, but if they can’t see the changes I’ve made over the past couple of months, then I doubt another few months of a ton of press coverage will help things. Honestly, it might even make things worse.”
“Do you think Shawna will really go for that? And what happens if Jen Summers decides to talk about it in the press again?”
“I’ll keep Shawna on retainer, but I’d really like to be able to live my life and focus on what matters—you and football. In that order,” I add with a kiss to her forehead.
She buries her face in my chest and mumbles something.
“What was that?” I ask with a grin.
She puts her chin back on her hands, her lips tilted up slightly but her eyes shining with a seriousness I haven’t seen the entire time we’ve been on vacation.
“I can’t believe we’re really here—together.”
I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. “Believe it because it’s not changing. I’m not letting you go now. You’re stuck with me for life.”
Her smile grows, and I swear my heart skips a beat at how beautiful she is when she’s glowing with happiness. “Happy to hear it.”
Thirty-One
I upheld my promise to Tessa, but unfortunately, the conversation I needed to have with my mom was something that needed to be face-to-face. And she didn’t get back from her extended vacation—although her entire life feels like an extended vacation—until a week after Dom and I got back from ours.
A sigh escapes as I think about the absolute bliss of that trip with him. It felt like the reset we both needed, and the calm that’s been in our life since we got back and he talked to Shawna has made our relationship feel even stronger. It’s also given me the strength to go through with this conversation.
I show up to the restaurant early so I can get my bearings before Mom shows up. I hear her before I see her, flirting with the male host who guides her to our table. He smiles at her in that placating way that tells me he probably gets hit on a lot, but my mom doesn’t notice the undertones of his smile and keeps flirting.
I need to make sure he gets a tip for putting up with her.
