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  I grin and lift my eyebrows. “Damn right, baby. I’m a big boy and you’re gonna feel me for days.”

  She lifts her arms, the warmth of her hands sliding down the curve of my back to my ass causing ripples of desire to alight my body.

  When she squeezes my ass cheeks, I bite her earlobe and she giggles. God, that sound is pure ecstasy.

  “Just go slow for a second, okay? I’ll be fine.” She opens her legs wider for me.

  My agreement comes in the form a painfully slow glide inside her wet pussy. It’s agonizing torture, but every hot inch sends jolting pleasure. My balls are already tight and pressed high, ready to burst.

  I feel her walls loosen and give around me and when I finally bottom out, we both sigh in exquisite relief.

  I’m so lost in this girl. She swallows me whole – all my darkness and my pain; all my good and my bad. All the rights and wrongs; my highs and my lows.

  The arms she wraps me in are both a comfort and a curse because I know I’ll never feel this way for anyone else again. She has all of me and doesn’t even know it.

  And I’m worried that I’m going to fuck it up even before it starts.

  Because that’s what happens with me.

  No matter how hard I try to hide the dark shit inside me – the mud that flows through my blood – it always finds a way to seep out and strangle any good in my life.

  And I’m positive Mica will be no exception.

  I need to remind myself that this is just sex. Friends with benefits. Nothing more or less.

  But even as I tell myself this lie, I know it’s paper thin and lacks substance.

  Because unless I let go of her completely, Mica has a hold on my heart so tight, it’ll be impossible to live without her. She’s my drug. My addiction. And I need her to breathe.

  Speaking of breathing, my heart rate is as fast as a race car right now, as I continue pumping in and out of Mica’s pliant body. She undulates and squirms underneath me, writhing to gain friction where she needs it most. I’m so ready to spill myself inside, releasing in a torrent of hot pulsing bursts.

  Her slick heat envelopes me, the round flesh of her breasts brushing against my chest every time I move against her. I’m getting so close to letting go, the painful tightening in my balls with the pending eruption of my release.

  I place one hand at her head and move the other down the satiny length of her body until I’m cupping her ass in my grip. My mouth takes her in a sharp and punishing kiss and I squeeze her solid cheek, a perfect handful in my palm.

  When I feel her tense up and then hear the strangled, aroused cry from her lips, I lose it. I drown in the slick heat and tight chamber of her pussy and throw my head back as I pulse hotly inside her.

  “Oh, fuck yeah…” I hoarsely moan.

  It’s like the heavens have opened up under the dark desert sky and I’m surrounded by a sea of bright stars. White-hot pleasure ricochets through me, raking me over hot coals in the process.

  I clutch at her body so hard, I’ll probably leave red welts where my grip strained for more. I’m so greedy for her. And now that I’ve claimed her, I know the truth.

  My thirst will never be quenched.

  Like an addict, I’ll always want more; chasing the high that only she can give me.

  Chapter 14

  Mica

  My body still tingles and is pulsing like a live wire.

  That was the most intense and gratifying moment of my entire adult life. Lance’s claims at being stellar in bed were not just tall tales and folklore. He has a right to brag is all I’m saying.

  He took me to the top of a mountain – no, the top of the world – and sent me soaring across the vast open sky. It’s safe to say, he rocked my world.

  But now as I come down off that high and I’m lying here in his bed, where I’m sure many other girls have spent time with him, I’m feeling vulnerable and somewhat regretful.

  Not in the fact that he gave me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced before, but that I know with one hundred percent certainty that it means much more to me than it does to him. I can already tell this was a mistake. I shouldn’t have allowed my desire for Lance to override my sensibilities when it comes to making good decisions.

  And Lance is a very bad decision, even though it felt so good and right.

  I should get up, find my clothes and get the heck out of here before I do or say something stupid. Like, I love you and I want to have your babies. It’s thoughts like that which make me realize we are not suited to one another.

  There’s no way that Lance, after one roll in the hay with me, would think long-term relationships, weddings and families. He’s a hot, young, single ball player who just wants a good time. And I’m just another notch in his belt. In fact, the only reason he’s probably pursued me for so long is that I’ve been a challenge for him. Not on purpose, of course. I don’t play games.

  But now that he’s had his way with me, I won’t present that challenge any longer and he’ll get bored. This was likely just a one-time thing.

  My body suddenly turns cold and I shiver, even though Lance’s large body is a furnace behind me. He’s spooning me and my back is to his chest, which is how we’ve been cuddling for the last ten minutes after returned from the bathroom where he disposed of the evidence of my stupidity.

  “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, Georgie?”

  The warmth of his breath against the top of my head feels good, but sends even more goosebumps down my arms. He notices and pulls me in tighter.

  “Mmm. Just thinking of all the things I have to get done this week. Figuring out my schedule.”

  The laughter rumbles in his chest, shaking me, as he turns on his back. I twist around to find out what’s so amusing.

  “Why is this comico?” I ask, a little miffed that he’s laughing at me and finds my response funny. Granted, it was a totally bogus lie.

  He leans up on his elbow and his other hand pushes some fallen strands of hair out of my face. The softness in his touch melts me into the pillow.

  “You sure know how to make a guy feel secure about his abilities in bed,” he muses, grasping at his heart like he’s wounded. “I was hoping you’d say you were thinking about what a good lover I am and how much you want to have another round with the champ.”

  Snickering at his obvious ego, I give him a hearty push against his chest and he playfully falls over on his back, but not before he grabs my shoulder and brings me down on top of his chest. I angle my head and rest the side of my face against his broad pecs, his warmth lulling me as he strokes my hair in a slow, easy fashion.

  “You’ve been with a lot of girls. You don’t need me to boost your ego with words of encouragement.”

  Although I try to sound light and breezy, I’m sure he can pick up on the sarcasm in my remark. Maybe even some jealousy.

  His hand continues to stroke my back – up and down the naked landscape. And when he reaches my bottom, his fingertips dance and flit over the curve of my ass, dipping down and smoothing over the swell. I’m sure he has no idea what he’s doing to me, but every movement of his touch brings me immense pleasure.

  His movements suddenly stop and I lift my head so that our eyes meet. What I see there is a serious side of Lance he usually keeps hidden from others.

  “Does that bother you? That I’ve slept around?”

  Sighing, I answer him truthfully. “Yes…no, not really. But it makes me feel…well, I guess just one of many. And it’s stupid, I know. I don’t expect anything from you, Lance. You know that, right? We’ll always be friends.”

  Saying it out loud sounds ridiculous even to my own ears. It would be nearly impossible to retain the same level of friendship that we had before all this happened. It was part of my reasons for resistance all along. My face must betray my words, because his lips pull up into a smile.

  “Mica, I’ve never wanted to be just friends with you. I don’t know what it is about you, exactly, but
you make me want more. I wouldn’t have pursued you this long and this hard if I didn’t care about you. And honestly, I wouldn’t want things to go back to the way they were.”

  I’m a little stunned by his confession. Did he pursue me? I assumed it was how he always acted around other girls. He’s a flirt. A ladies man. He knows how to turn on the charm with his devil-may-care smile and delectable body.

  “What does that mean, then? You can’t mean you want to be exclusive.” I guffaw.

  He stares at me but I can’t read them.

  “Would that be so bad? Being with me?”

  Even the possibility that we would date and become boyfriend and girlfriend seems an unlikely stretch. We are both so busy and have such different lives, I can’t imagine what it would even look like to date Lance. He’s bigger than life and is with different girls every week. It’s impossible to think he’d want to settle down.

  Lance shifts and pulls me up so that I’m straddling him, my knees pressed to the sides of his hips. I place my hands down on his pec muscles and have to keep myself still because I feel him in all the right places.

  “Mica,” he begins, his tone smooth and a little husky. Like Kentucky bourbon over ice. “I wasn’t joking when I said I’ve wanted you for a long time. And now that you’re here in my bed, I know what I’ve been missing. All the girls I’ve been with before you…they pale in comparison. They mean nothing to me. They were like fillers or stand-ins or something. They weren’t real to me. You are the real thing.”

  Before I can say anything, his hands cup my cheeks and he sits up, his lips touching mine sweetly and reverently. We kiss for a few minutes, no words exchanged, just the sentiments from our hearts expressing the truth. Our hopes and our fears. The truth in our lies.

  When he breaks the kiss, his deep, soulful eyes show me his sincerity. “Micaela, I don’t know how to be a boyfriend. Never been one. But I want to be someone worthy of you. I want to be with you. I want to try for you.”

  My heart seems to have skittered to a stop. The oxygen in my lungs wrung out and emptied. I slide my fingers through his soft textured hair and kiss him without end. My lips taste the truth in his affirmations. His desire to be the one I need.

  “Lance, you already are worthy. You just don’t see it in yourself.”

  With one hand at the base of my head and the other around my waist, he maneuvers me in his lap so that his very hard and stiff shaft is seated between my folds. He rocks against me as I move along his length, seeking friction.

  If this is what it’s like having a boyfriend, then I’m all in. Damn all the other stuff in the world that work to keep us apart. That will fight to get between us.

  We undulate together, his lips touching me on every part of my naked body he can reach. My bare shoulders, my collarbone, the tips of my breast. Oh yes…I arch my back so that he can take me in his mouth, his wet tongue flicking my sensitive nipples, sending fiery sensations between my legs. I can feel the wetness gathering there, as his hard length brushes against my clit.

  “I need you again,” he murmurs, and I concur with a “mmm-hmm.”

  He barely needs to lean due to the wingspan of his arm, but he reaches over and grabs another condom, doing a much better job this time of getting it open. But before he covers up, I want to put my mouth on him. To taste him like he tasted me.

  I shake my head and push his hand out of the way, scooting down his legs and pushing him onto his back. He knows what I’m about to do and he flops back with a low grunt.

  “I’ve wanted to do this a few times in the past, but I never had the nerve,” I nervously admit. Because while we’ve never had sex, we’ve touched and kissed enough to get close. But we were always interrupted or stopped before going too far. Or I stopped things out of self-preservation.

  “I’m all yours. Do your worst.”

  And then I giggle with pleasured joy when I dart my tongue out to taste the top of his crown and he jerks, his heavy dick jolting against my chin.

  “Ah fuck, sorry…”

  But I don’t let it deter me. As long as he’s eager and not worried about my lack of experience, I won’t let it bother me, either.

  Placing one hand around his hot base, I cover the head with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the ridge of the smooth mushroom tip. He remains relatively still, but his muscular legs tense underneath me, as he widens them on the bed to allow me more room.

  After a few more licks – one from the base to the tip – I look up and ask, “What do you want me to do?”

  Because I want to make this good for him. And I know I can do a good job if he instructs me along the way.

  His words are short but direct. “Put your mouth on me and suck hard.”

  Okay then. That’s exactly what I do.

  And I revel in the pleasure he takes from my mouth. It’s so satisfying to hear him moan, to feel the strength of his hand on top of my head resist the urge to push me down farther. His restraint is beautiful.

  I suck him to the back of my throat and choke a little when he accidentally goes too deep. But I swallow around him and his reaction is the sexiest thing ever. He moans long and loud and it causes me to moan along with him. I feel myself getting wetter by the moment and I want to touch myself, but I’m too embarrassed.

  I’ve found a rhythm as I suck, swirl my tongue, lick and swallow and after a few more minutes, he’s panting and writhing underneath me until he grabs my hair and pulls me off.

  My lips are swollen and I have spittle running down my chin. But he doesn’t seem to care, he just says, “I need to be inside you.”

  He covers up with the condom and the next thing I know I’m straddling his seated form, as he pushes inside, stealing my breath and all my thoughts. They evaporate from the heat between us.

  But one thought remains.

  Lance was already inside my heart to begin with. Now he’s just made his move into possessing my body. Capturing every part of my heart, body and soul.

  Chapter 15

  Lance

  “So, you and Mica, huh?” Cade smirks from across the table. “Finally tapped that?”

  I flip him off, the noise from the sports bar surrounding us and reminding me of all of the great times we’ve had together. But now he has a fulltime job and is playing house with his fiancée, so I only get these once a month boys’ night out moments.

  Taking a gulp of beer and rolling my eyes at him, he laughs, a deep resounding boom from his chest. He’s just flipping me shit because he can, and has known Mica as long as I have. He also knows she’s not a hoops hunnie or a dime store lay. But it bothers me that he’d even joke about this or lump her in with any of my previous conquests, because Mica’s different. She’s special.

  “Fuck off, you pussy. Ain’t like that and you know it.”

  He grins. “Yeah, I know. You’ve been chasing her around like a puppy for a year, dude. I got eyes. I see it in the way your tongue hangs out and you go all googley eyed when I mention her name. Oh wait, hold on…just don’t move…I need to take a picture of your stupid face to send to Carver. He won’t believe me otherwise when I tell him you’re whipped.”

  Cade makes a spectacle of pulling out his phone and trying to get a shot of me as I try to extricate it from his hands. He’s such a fucker.

  “Dude, you and Carver are a hundred times worse than I am. Just admit it. You’re the fucking pussy whipped bastards, not me.”

  He just shrugs and laughs, turning in his chair to flag down the waitress for more beers as my mind rewinds over the last year. During that time, three of my best friends and teammates all found the girls that turned their worlds upside down and brought them to their knees.

  Cade found Ainsley. Carver reconnected with his former love, Logan. And Van broke it off with his cheating long-time girlfriend, Lindsay, and fell for his friend – and Cade’s younger sister – Kylah. And they’re all now shacking up and planning their futures together.

  The similarities between us
end there, though. While I feel something special and deep for Mica, I’m not ready to take that kind of plunge, and she’s in the same boat, although she hasn’t come right out and said it.

  “Speaking of Carver, last I heard from him he and Logan were going to try and come back for a visit this summer. Before he has to go back to training.”

  Our drinks are delivered from the waitress, who’s been giving us flirty passes all night that we’ve ignored, and Cade lifts his glass to toast before taking a drink.

  “Yeah, I heard that too. If he does, we’ll have to host a party. God it’ll be great to have all the gang back together.”

  I nod in agreement. Since they all graduated and went their separate ways, life has been different. While I’ve always felt a hollow loneliness in my soul, at least when I was rooming and playing ball with these guys there was a sense of brotherhood. And since I don’t have a living brother in my life, these guys were the closest thing to it.

  We continue drinking and chatting for a while, in between incoming texts Cade keeps receiving from who I presume is Ainsley. At one point, I roll my eyes and sigh as he looks up from his phone with a stupid grin.

  “What the fuck, bro? You can’t go an hour without sexting each other? Chump.”

  “Eh, you have it all wrong. She’s telling me about this guy in the nursing home she’s taking care of and how he gets frisky with her.”

  I shudder. “Ew, that’s disgusting. Sorry she has to put up with that kind of shit from dirty old men.”

  “She knows how to handle herself and thinks it’s kind of funny.” He sets the phone down on the table and nods his chin at me. “So, what’s it gonna take to get it out of you? Do I have to beg to hear the story directly from you? Tell me about what’s going on with Mica. I hear you’re spending a lot of time with her.”

  I’d honestly not put a lot of thought in how to explain or describe what’s happening between Mica and me. It’s evolved over the summer into something stronger than a friendship, with the chemical pull of sexual currency, but not to the level of relationship yet. At least, I don’t think it has. It’s still in that friends-with-benefits realm.