“There’s my beautiful lady.” He picked me up and hugged me close as he spun us. Laughing, I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on until he stopped.
“I like when you win,” I said when he finally put me down.
“Not only win but win while a scout was watching. That’s why I was late. He stopped me to talk. They’re watching me, June. Two more years, and you’ll be marketing me to all the major teams.”
“I don’t think you’ll need any marketing. Now, the underwear you endorse, maybe.”
He lightly kissed the tip of my nose and threaded his fingers through mine. My heart raced, and I hurried to follow him to his truck.
We were in his dorm room fifteen minutes later. Dropping his duffle by the door, he pulled my shirt off and kissed my collarbone with passion. This was the best part of a winning game night. Adam liked to ride the high of his wins with some of the best sex ever.
He walked me back to his bunk, already tearing at his pants. I laughed and fell onto the mattress, shimmying out of my clothes. He sidetracked for a second to grab a condom from the drawer beside his bed.
“We need to go shopping,” he said. “I’ll use up the two that are left before the night’s over.”
Any response to that evaporated when he kissed me hard and slid home. The first round was fast for him, but he changed condoms and started again. The second time was always for me. The third was just because he could.
Forty-five minutes later, we lay in a tangled, sweaty heap. The sound of our rapid breathing filled the room for a while, neither of us capable of speaking yet. Sex with Adam was amazing. My other two partners had been one and done types. Maybe it was the newness of this part of our relationship, but I sincerely hoped not.
“Hey, do you want to go fishing tomorrow or hiking?”
I shook my head and looked up at him.
“Why do you even ask when we both know you’re going to talk me into both?”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead again.
“That’s my girl.”
1 year before the quakes…
Meet the parents
He rocked into me rhythmically, hitting my sweet spot again and again. I could feel myself climbing toward what I was sure would be the most mind-blowing orgasm to end all orgasms.
He paused.
“Hold on. Cramp.”
The feeling started to fade no matter how much I tried to stay focused on where I’d been. By the time he’d stretched out his calf and started rocking once more, it was like starting over. For me, not for him. He twitched inside of me, and I knew he was getting close.
“You with me, babe?”
“I’m with you,” I lied. If I didn’t, he would try to keep going, probably get another leg cramp just as I was getting close again, and we’d both get frustrated. Then neither of us would be satisfied. This was the better option once he started cramping.
He finished with a few shallow thrusts while I kissed his shoulder. He groaned and lifted his head to look down at me.
“You didn’t finish. It was the leg cramp, wasn’t it?”
I grinned at him, and he playfully shook his head and started kissing his way down my neck like I’d known he would do once he realized I hadn’t finished too.
“I knew I should have stretched first. You were too tempting lying there sleeping like that, though.”
My smile widened when he reached my hips and gave me a little kiss.
“I’m glad you didn’t resist. Your mouth on me is my favorite way to wake up.” Sometimes though, like this morning, he left far too much spit behind. As if I didn’t know what he was doing. But that extra lubrication so he could fast track to getting inside of me made me feel like a dog’s chew toy. Not that I was complaining. Even a little bit of oral was worth it.
He chuckled and set his mouth on me again. In minutes, I was gasping and back to the place I’d been when he was inside of me.