He lifts his head a fraction. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’ll come to D-Dallas with you…” Ohhhh yes, yes, I will. What choice do I have? I’d be a fool not to, especially when he insists on going down on me like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing.
Like he’s eating cake.
“I thought that’s what you’d say.” He plants one last kiss on the mound of my pussy before climbing up my body and sliding inside with a groan. “Oh fuck, Posey. Fuck, you feel good.” He kisses the side of my neck as he slowly moves his hips in circles. “It’s gonna be so nice havin’ you with me. When does school get out?”
Not soon enough. “June.”
“June,” he repeats. “Only a few more months.”
“I’ll start a countdown,” I tease with a groan, body feverish, seeking an orgasm.
I’m on the pill, so I say the words I’ve wanted to say but didn’t have the nerve. But now that he’s declared he wants to date me and move me in with him for the summer…they spill off my lips.
“I want you to come inside me.”
He hesitates, face contorted. Sex face, I call it.
“Are you sure?”
Worst time to be discussing it, and I get that. But sometimes the worst decisions happen when you’re feeling your best, and well, I’m feeling my best.
“Yes…” Oh God, yes.
We’re kissing when he comes inside me; somehow, that always makes coming better. Hotter. Don’t ask me why, it just does.
And Duke is the first one of us to move, sliding out, climbing off the bed to get a rag so he can wipe me up and I can clean off, pulling me into him when we’re back in bed.
Tired.
“Posey?”
“Yes?”
I kiss his neck.
“I’m excited.”
I smile into his chest, wanting to squeal and wiggle my toes with happiness. “Me too.”
“I’m glad you’re gonna be with me.” Duke squeezes my hand below the covers.
Me too. “Are you scared? To change teams, I mean?”
He shrugs. “I wouldn’t say I was scared. It’ll just be different. New fans, same city I grew up in, but”—he shrugs again—“guess I am a bit nervous. What if I play for shit?”
“You’re not going to play for shit.”
He’s quiet then. “I think havin’ you around will help center me. That sound weird?”
“No.” It sounds nice.
Everyone wants to be needed the same way everyone wants to be loved for who they are.
I’ll keep him grounded, and he empowers my inner badass.
Next to me, he sighs loudly. “When is June gonna get here?”