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)
Well, fuck. I want to be the one to put him in his place, but I don’t voice that out loud. Baden will give me shit about it, and I don’t want to suffer Sophie and Ava throwing me their dreamy eyes.
Instead, I’m going to savor our victory over the Vengeance and then take Ava back to my place for a post-celebration celebration.
♦
Christ, I nearly pass out from the force of my orgasm, my hips bucking while my hands grip Ava hard to keep her from flying off me.
The post-celebration celebration included Ava pleasuring me with her hot, wet mouth and ended with her riding my cock until I was begging her to finish me off. She was spectacular to behold, especially when she worked herself into an orgasm first, which caused her to fall forward onto my chest, gasping for air and shuddering. I started to roll her to her back to finish the job, but she panted, “Don’t. Let me.”
She took a deep breath and got back to work, and like I said… fucking spectacular.
“That was…,” she says as she once again lies on my chest, but her words fade. I can feel her heart hammering, matching pace with my own.
“Yeah, that was,” I agree with a smile.
“I’m too broken to move off you,” she mutters. “If you want up, you’re going to have to shove.”
Laughing, I wrap an arm around her lower back to hold her in place. I love the feel of her weight and warmth on me. “I’m totally comfortable.”
“Me too,” she murmurs, and I can tell she’s about to fall asleep. I’ll wait for that to happen and then I’ll rearrange her under the covers.
My hand comes up to stroke the back of her head as I stare at the ceiling. Today was a really great day. My team stepped up to the plate and did everything I asked of them. They put forth more effort than I expected. They unified in a way that made me more than proud—it made me implicitly respectful of their abilities.
And of course, the icing on the cake is having Ava in my bed. Actually, she might be the cake, and the win might be the icing.
Not sure.
“What are your plans tomorrow?” I ask, doing a mental run-through of my calendar. It’s a regular practice day with another home game the day after, plus Bain Hillridge joins us. Ironic it’s the day after we handed his former team a defeat, but he’s stepping out of a Vengeance uniform and into a Titans’ one.
Ava’s tone is lazy, her fingers sliding back and forth over my chest. “No one should be this excited to go to work, but it’s my first full day after training. I’ll be working on changing Shelley’s newsletter over to a more robust platform. I talked to her about it, and she gave me the go-ahead.”
Chuckling, I squeeze her. “I love how something that might seem small to others is a big deal to you. You cherish the small things.”
“She’s taking a chance on me. It means a lot.”
“Why don’t you stay here and work rather than go back to your apartment?” Boy, those words popped out with no thought, but I can’t take them back. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking her to move in. Just stay here during the day since I’ll be back tonight.
“Are you sure?” she asks hesitantly.
“Absolutely,” I reply, taking stock of my feelings. Yeah… I meant that. “It will be easier on you.”
“Okay, then. That’s very sweet.” Her voice is barely a whisper, and I’ve come to know her sleeping habits enough to guess that she’s not far from going under. Her hand moves from my chest to my waist, and she gives me a squeeze. “Better be careful, Cannon. You’re going to make me fall for you, then we’re both in trouble.”
My hand freezes on the back of her head, and I wait for her to say something else. Those few words make me question everything once again. Am I not setting clear enough boundaries? Do I have to modify my behavior, so she doesn’t expect more from me?
Or is it possible I’m making more of this than I should? It was probably just a jest, especially since we always talk openly about our personal wants and desires. Ava is the type who, if she wants more, will tell me point-blank.
I’m sure of it.
I have that much trust in her.
Ultimately, she doesn’t say anything else, and I brush my lips over the top of her head. Within moments, she’s breathing deeply and I can move her off me without waking her up.
But I don’t.
I ponder what this is between us. It’s more than I’ve had before—besides Melissa. Not surprising, as Ava is very different from the women I’ve dated in the past.