Spring Training

He stood and reached for her hand. “Come on, sleepyhead. It’s back to reality tomorrow, so we better get some shut eye.”


She groaned and dragged her feet behind him. “Can’t we stay holed up in this room forever?”

She had no idea how close he was to doing that very thing. He stared as she peeled the clothes from her body and crawled into bed. His gaze lingered long enough to see the flush of arousal color her skin. God, he’d never get enough of this woman.

He pulled his own clothes off and got into bed, pulling her back against his chest. His hand slid over her hip and down the top of her thigh.

“I want you.” Her whispered words wrapped around him as she arched her back, her ass grinding against his swollen cock.

Desire rocked his system as he moved her leg back, draping it over his, opening her to him. He guided his length until the sweet heat of her * kissed his tip. His hand on her hip to steady them, he eased forward, gritting his teeth against the pleasure that engulfed him.

He moved in a slow, steady rhythm, working himself into her. He wouldn’t rush. He wanted to savor the feel of her surrounding him, swallowing him inch by inch.

Inch. By. Fucking. Inch.

“You feel so good,” she whispered. “So good.”

“Never better, baby.” Garrett nipped at the curve of her ear as he reached to cup her breast. He rolled her nipple with his fingers, teasing, tugging, flicking until she groaned his name.

“Tell me what you need, Jess. Tell me what you want.” He kept his pace slow, easing in and out, as she fought to drive him faster.

She pushed his hand away from her breast, replacing it with her own. Her * clamped down on him when she grabbed her own nipple and squeezed. “Touch me. Rub my clit. Make me come, Garrett. Make us both come. I want to feel you burn inside me.”



His control snapped. Garrett pushed her flat to the bed and braced his hands beside her head. He pulled back, using his knees to spread her legs, and buried himself to the hilt within her. He eased back again, only to slam forward once more, his hips smacking against her ass.

His soft, sweet Jessa didn’t like easy. She wanted to be taken. Stripped of all thought and decision, she wanted a man who would command her pleasure as well as his own.

And he was that man.

He shifted to his elbows. Reaching under her, Garrett slipped a finger through her wet sex. He moved further, slipping inside her, curling his finger alongside his dick, causing them both to groan at the sensation.

He slid back to her clit, pinching and rolling the hard nub between his fingers. Her * rippled around him and he knew she was close.

“Yes, oh God,” she choked out.

“That’s it. Feel how it is between us. How hot, how sweet. God, I could fuck you forever, Jessa.” Garrett pounded into her now, shifting them until Jessa braced her hands against the headboard to stop them from smashing into it.

But still he couldn’t stop. His dick was on fire, ready to erupt, the need to come turning his balls inside out.

“Come for me, Jess. I can’t wait much longer.” He nipped the back of her neck

Jessa bucked and screamed beneath him, her body trembling as she found her release. Her * gripped him like a steel vise, squeezing until he exploded in a rush, his cock pulsing with each blast of semen he shot into her.

“Jessa,” he panted, his head resting on her shoulder as they rode the aftershocks of their orgasms.

“Will we ever find this again?” There was no need to elaborate. The sadness in her voice killed him.

“Jess, don’t.” He eased from her and fell to the side. He couldn’t handle words from her while he was still trying to get a grip on his own emotions.

Tomorrow. They’d talk tomorrow.

“It’ll be all right, baby. I promise. Everything will be all right.” He leaned over and kissed her, his lips lingering over her velvet softness.

It was a promise he hoped like hell he could keep.





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