“That’s it, Kami. Come for me. Come harder.”
He’s pumping his fingers into me, and ohmygod doesn’t do it justice. He’s hitting that sweet spot deep inside me while my body squeezes and clamps around his fingers until I’m completely spent, and I collapse back on the mattress.
He presses a kiss to the bottom of my spine. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I huff out a laugh. “All you can see is my ass.”
“And your jersey. It’s the best part.”
I can’t catch my breath, but I’m still laughing. “You are such an egomaniac.”
He rolls me onto my back and grins at me as he slides a hand under my jersey and cups my breast, which sends aftershocks through my core. “If by egomaniac, you mean the guy who’s going to make you come three or four more times before we head out tonight, then yes, yes, I am.”
I trail a lazy finger down his chest. It’s so familiar, the chiseled muscle, the light sprinkling of hair, the puckered copper nipples, but his body also seems new.
Like maybe this time, it’s really mine.
From his long, strong fingers, to his thick biceps, his wide shoulders, his straining cock, his hard thighs, and that beautiful smiling face.
“Three or four?” I ask. Three or four more orgasms might kill me. “You strike me as the type who could go for at least six or seven.”
I love when his green eyes dance with laughter. “Six or seven? Is that a challenge?”
My hand reaches his belly button and drifts lower. “Maybe.”
“You’re on.”
Thirty-Eight
Nick
My dick hurts so bad from holding out that I think I pulled something vital, but this isn’t about me.
It’s about Kami.
I snag her hand before she touches my cock, which would be pretty much all it would take for me to blow my load, and I pull it to my mouth to suck on her fingers, which makes her breath catch and her eyes drift closed. She’s so fucking sexy, so fucking responsive to everything.
I could probably seduce her by wiggling my brows at her elbow.
Her free hand is gripping my bicep, her short nails digging into my skin while she pants and lifts her breasts under the jersey, and I could stay here all day.
All night.
Kissing her. Stroking her. Making her gasp for breath and lose control.
Loving her.
“More, Nick,” she pleads, her knees falling open. “Want you—so bad.”
I thread our fingers together and have her help me push up the jersey until I’m sucking on her nipples, making her gasps come faster and her hand grip mine tighter. She’s pumping her hips against me, and I fumble for my wallet and the condom inside before I lose my head.
Both of them.
“Let me,” Kami says, still breathing hard, her eyes so dark that it’s like she’s hiding the night sky behind her lowered lids.
She takes the condom, and as she rolls it down my length, I have to think about my grandmother naked to keep from losing it.
“I love touching you,” she whispers as she cups my balls, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Kami,” I gasp in warning, but she knows.
She’s Kami.
She always knows.
She spreads her legs wider and grabs my ass, guiding me to her sweet pussy, and I shudder with relief as her body takes me.
“Missed you so much.” I bury myself deep and then stop, dropping my face to her shoulder, because fuck, she’s so tight, so hot, two strokes is all it’s going to take, and I’m going to make her scream my name before I come, I swear I will.
I want to deserve her.
“Nick,” she whispers, her hips tilting into me. “More.”
I lift my head, watching her while I pull out, grit my teeth, and drive back into her. Her lips are parted, lids lowered, her jersey bunched between us, and she’s holding my gaze while I rock into her again.
And again.
I’m so fucking hard I could pound steel, and every brush of her fingertips on my ass, on my back, over my shoulders, sends that deep throbbing in my nuts deeper, more insistent, warning me I physically cannot hold myself back much longer.
I roll us so she’s on top, straddling me, her breasts bouncing as she rides me, squeezing me. I capture her in my palms and thumb her nipples, making her head arch back. “Oh, god, yes,” she moans, slamming her body down harder and faster while I pinch and pull and tease, my dick getting heavier and thicker and aching so fucking bad that I—just—can’t—
She leans forward, grabs my face, and kisses me, and her pussy suddenly clenches around me so tight that I come with a blinding flash of light behind my eyes. She grinds down hard against me, holding there, her inner walls matching me spasm for spasm as she cries my name in my mouth and comes all over my pulsing cock.
My shoulders are off the bed, my tongue clashing with hers, our bodies synced in wave after wave of release. All my nerve endings are firing, my dick still chasing release even while I’m coming inside her. A shudder passes through her, and she slides out of the kiss and slumps over me, chest heaving, while my cock continues twitching inside her.
“Holy hell,” she gasps.
I wrap my arms around her and hold on tight, because holy hell doesn’t begin to touch it.
She’s—that—it—fuck.
I have to marry her.
Because I have to have Kami in my life every single fucking day. Her smile. Her laugh. Her sneaky wit. Her dogs. Our cow. Her in nothing but my jersey.
Her coming for me.
Offering me her pussy.
Stroking my cock.
Kissing me.
Rubbing my neck after a tough game.
Letting me rub her feet after a long day.
I want to bake her brownies, and I’ve never baked a fucking thing in my life past a frozen pizza.
I want to feed her ice cream in bed and torment her by suggesting we call our boys Willoughby and Fitzgerald, just to see her nose wrinkle, and our girls Fairybelle and Kami Junior, spelled with a Q to keep them straight.
I snort softly at my own private joke, and she stirs on top of me, squeezing my dick, still inside her, which lights up my nerve endings again like a Halloween tree made of fireworks.
And now I’m apparently hallucinating, which makes me snort again.
“Do I want to know?” Kami asks sleepily.
Yeah, I’m right there with her. Drifting off into a happy sleep that I haven’t had in a month. “Love you,” I mumble.
I think.
Everything’s hazy now, and she’s so warm and perfect, and I’m never, ever letting her go.
Not even while I sleep.
Thirty-Nine
Kami
I don’t know how long we sleep, but the light coming in my bedroom window is slanted against the far wall when I drift back to awareness.
I lost my jersey but I’m not cold, because Nick’s holding me to his chest. He’s not snoring, but he’s not sleeping quietly either, muttering to himself about blocking biscuits and just try me, fucker.
I smile and kiss his chest, because it’s there.
Did he really say he loves me?
And loves me-loves me, or friend-loves me?
“Snuffle your own beater,” he grunts.
I choke on a giggle, and he bolts straight up in bed. He blinks around the room, and when his gaze lands on me, a sleepy smile spreads over his face. He touches my cheek. “You’re wearing my nipple,” he announces proudly.
My fingers fly to my face, where I have the smooth indentation of sleeping on something that left a mark.
“As long as your mother doesn’t know it’s your nipple, I think I’ll be okay,” I tell him.
He stares at me for a beat, and then we both crack up.
“We had a couple awkward texts the last few days,” I tell him as he pulls me in for a cuddle, which is new, but utterly perfect. “Your mom and I, I mean.”
“She’s cool now,” he assures me. “Felicity pointed out I could’ve brought home three bunnies instead, and you’re now her favorite person in the entire universe. I think she likes you even more than Ares, and that’s hard. She just didn’t really believe we were dating.”
I poke him in the ribs. “You better not be bringing home three bunnies.”
“But you—oh. That kind of bunnies. No, Felicity meant the furry kind. With big ears.”
“Did she?”
“Yep. She knows Mom’s not ready for more animals by the pool.”
I kiss his chest, because it’s there and I can. “You’re a really bad liar.”
“I’m an exceptional liar. You just happen to see right through me.”
“Or you’re not trying very hard.”
“I can give you hard.”
I laugh, because it’s a terrible line, but also not ineffective. Especially when the growing evidence that he’s not lying about giving me hard is right there next to my knee. I give it a little boop right on the tip, boop noise and all, like a great big dork. “You can, can’t you?”
And he does, until my dogs start scratching at the door an hour later.
I brush my hair out of my eyes and wobble on shaky legs to let them in while he steps into the bathroom to discard another condom. Pancake, Dixie, and Tiger all swarm in and overtake the bed, though Tiger needs help, poor thing.
Nick pokes his head out of the bathroom. “Hey, I told you this is a costume party tonight, right?”
“No…”
“Huh. Must’ve forgot. But I got you a costume, so we’re set.”
I fold my arms and look at him.
He grins and leans in my doorway.
And I’m pretty sure it’s not a you’re adorable when you get all Stern Kami while you’re naked grin.
Nope.
That’s a classic Nick Murphy Is Up To Something grin.
“You remember how mad you got when you found Sugarbear at my place?” he asks without an ounce of shame, which sets off even more alarm bells in my head.
“That would be a little difficult to forget. You made me do Mad Kami things.”