Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83461 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I immediately slow my thrusts, because that means she wants to come again, and I’m going to make sure she gets there.
It’s all leisurely kissing and slow pumping of my hips. I keep my pelvis pressed tight to her, trapping her hand between us. I fuck her deep, and she responds with gyrating hips to create more friction. Her second orgasm catches both of us unaware, and she arches her back as the pleasure rolls through her. I feel her muscles contracting all around me, and I get three more strokes in before my head falls forward and I curse out my release.
“Fuck, Ava,” I say through gritted teeth as my lungs deflate. “Just… fuck.”
“I love when you come inside me,” she murmurs dreamily.
Another burst of pleasure hits me hard as I grind against her. I let my lips drag over her neck and feel the mad beat of her pulse, as fast as hummingbird wings.
Ava slides her fingers into my hair and strokes me gently as we both come down from the high.
♦
It’s quiet as Ava lies on top of me. I shifted our positions on the couch and pulled a folded blanket over us. Her head is on my chest, and I’m lightly skimming her lower back. We’ve been this way for several minutes, and I thought Ava was asleep because of the lengthy silence, except for her tiny pleasurable sounds as I stroke her skin.
“So a guy has never—”
Ava cuts me off. “Never.”
I wonder if that’s typical. I’ve never been one to talk to my guy friends about sex, so I don’t know if everyone’s into oral the way I am. Then again, I can’t say I’m always into it. I guess it depends on the woman and how much I want to give.
With Ava, I want to give her everything and then more on top of that. I’m already thinking about not just getting her off with my mouth again, but rather how many times I can do it in a row.
Two? Three? I’ve never tried it, but I’m going to.
Just not now.
I am far too sated and content with her on top of me to do much more than lie in peace.
“You were going to tell me about Baden and Sophie’s backstory,” Ava murmurs.
“It’s a good one,” I muse. “How about you and I climb into bed?”
I don’t give Ava a chance to respond. I lurch up from the couch with her in my arms, amazed that I have strength after that orgasm. I carry her to the master suite and set her just inside the doorway, giving her a tiny push with a pat to her ass. “I’m going to use the guest bathroom. Help yourself to mine.”
Within five minutes, both of us are climbing under my covers, still completely naked, and I turn the bedside lamp off before drawing her into my arms. Ambient light spills through the doorway from the lights I left on in the living room, but I’m too lazy to turn them off.
“How did Baden and Sophie meet?” Ava asks, and I know she’s never going to be prepared for the answer I’m about to give her.
I explain how Sophie was visiting Phoenix and was attacked by three men. Baden jumped in without a thought to his own safety to rescue her and ended up with significant injuries.
Ava gasps when I tell her he was paralyzed, and murmurs words of wonder when I describe his long-haul recovery.
“There was a shot he could’ve played as a goalie again, but the Titans offered him a coaching position, and he decided to take that.”
“And he got up with Sophie when he moved to Pittsburgh?” Ava asks, her breath feathering across my chest.
I’ve never been a big believer in fate, but it does make you think. “Yeah… he checked in on her, and they developed a friendship that turned into more.”
“That’s about the coolest, sweetest, and most romantic story I’ve ever heard.” She snuggles in closer, her hand tightening around my waist. “One would most definitely have to believe in fate at that point.”
Ava yawns, and I struggle not to match it. It’s been a long day filled with major rushes of adrenaline—both winning the game and coming inside of Ava—and I’m suddenly exhausted.
“I’ve got a really busy day tomorrow, plus that executive dinner,” I say, leading into setting up our next date. “I could swing a quick lunch if you come to the arena.”
I can hear the wistfulness in her voice. “That would be nice.”
“The dinner is a once-a-month thing and not something I can get out of.”
Ava stiffens in my arms. “I would never ask you to get out of something like that. And you don’t owe me evenings, Cannon.”
I smile and squeeze her, rubbing her back again to soothe her into relaxation. “I know, I’m just telling you my schedule. The rest of my week is crazy with an away game, then travel back. But I was wondering if you’d be willing to be my date to a Titans’ event on Friday. We’re doing a trunk-or-treat for all the kids.”