Chapter 29

“Are you sore?”

Her body is sprawled across the bed, naked and perfect in all its glory.

The bedroom is basking in sunlight and highlights the copper curls flowing down her back and against her soft skin.

I lay beside her, cocooning myself in the gray silk sheets, admiring every inch of her body and the way her arms lay beneath her, tracing each curve exposed above the sheets.

She laughs softly. “You will be the death of me.”

Gabriella will be the death of me.

Around her, I become insatiable, begging to be inside her every waking moment. We have barely left this room or apartment. But I am selfish and only have her for a week, and today marks three days left.

I gaze upon her naked form, addicted to the sight. Her skin is glistening with a sensual sweat.

It was just three hours ago you were inside her. Calm the fuck down, boy.

This woman is a masterpiece, and I’ve wracked my brain on how I can make her all mine for a lifetime.

I run my finger along her skin, watching the tiny bumps rise with my movements. She stirs with a contented smile playing on her supple lips.

“Hmm,” she murmurs, with her eyes still closed. “What time is it?”

“Time for me to fuck you again.” I kiss the top of her shoulder, then slide my hand down between her thighs.

She buries her head into the pillow, muffling her laughter. “I’ve been sore all week, but that hasn’t stopped you, you sex maniac.”

“Hey.” I slap the curve of her arse, the sound echoing in the room. “A maniac is known as a person exhibiting extremely wild or violent behavior.”

She rolls onto her front, exposing her tits, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. They are perfection. I’ve touched every inch of them, sucked on them hard until she screamed my name. My teeth tugged on the tips of her nipples, a pleasurable pain she admitted got her off quickly.

“Um… hello, did you forget the Tuesday romp in the shower. Or perhaps the midnight express on the balcony? What about the impromptu fuck on the kitchen countertop with the use of your kitchen utensils?”

I’m unable to hide my grin, burying my head between her tits. The smell of her skin is intoxicating. My mouth moves like a magnetic force, wrapping my tongue around her nipple and causing her to moan in delight.

“Okay, fine. Maniac, whatever. Shut up. I need to fuck you now.” I don’t give her any more time to question my desire to fuck her twenty-four seven. My mouth slams onto hers, pushing her head into the pillow as I pin her down to the bed. Raising her arms above her head, I pull away to watch the desperation in her eyes.

“Olly, we need more protection,” she breathes. “I used my last diaphragm.”

“Fuck it.” I want my mouth back on hers.

Our tongues are in a battle, feverishly fighting until she lets out a deep moan, the one that makes me rock-hard, wanting to explode.

She pushes me back, catching her breath.

“Um… we can’t just ‘fuck it,’ ” she warns. “I love you, but I want it to be us for now. I’m not ready for kids.”

“Then, I’ll have to fuck you some other way.”

I don’t have much time before she questions my motives. I quickly flip her around, pushing her against the bed again, this time with her back to me until all I can see is that sweet ass of hers.

With her skin in full view, I grab my palm and slap her ass hard enough for her to let out a squeal.

“Guess you can’t be quiet, huh?” I tease. “What shall I do with you?”

“I can take a wild guess.”

Moving her hair away from her ear, I lean in to whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard, and you’re going to scream.”

Her body is waiting, the goose bumps forming along her precious skin. My fingers glide between her thighs. She’s soaking wet again, just how I like it.

My hand is wrapped around my cock, just the slightest touch causes me to moan. I slide myself in nice and hard, watching her arch her back as her knees begin to shake. I fucking love when her knees shake.

“Olly…”

“Shh,” I whisper. “I’m not coming in here.”

The tightness of her pussy feels like heaven. This is fucking torture. Come on, your cock should be able to hold out for a couple more minutes. Don’t fucking come.

Placing my hands on her shoulders, I push her against the bed, gripping tightly as I continue to thrust into her. Sweat is dripping off my forehead and unable to control my thirst, I slam harder while I lower my hand, sliding it against her clit. It’s perfect, just the way I like it—pink and swollen. I want it in my mouth.

I want everything right now.

But time is running out.

I’m struggling to hold back.

“Are you ready?” I ask, pulling myself out and sliding it against her arse.

She releases a breath, nodding without a word.

“Are you sure?”

Gabriella’s hand moves behind her back, stroking my shaft. She pushes herself up onto all fours, spreading her arse, keeping me completely in view.

Fuck.

My cock is dripping with her juices. I rub the tip and shaft against her hole. Her moans escape, and slowly, I slide myself in, cherishing her tightness around my hardened cock.

I place my hand on her lower back, rubbing it gently to calm her nerves.

As soon as I’m fully in, she begins to rock back and forth. Her skin against mine is making this delicious sound, and as I lean in to rub her swollen clit again, my cock goes in deeper, and her body shakes instantly.

“Olly… I’m not going to last long.”

She grabs the pillow, biting down as she muffles her screams. I’m fucking seeing stars exploding inside her as the sensations ravage every part of me. I let out a deep, rumbling groan, tightening my grip on her shoulders. I don’t want to hurt her, but the marks I’ve left are red.

Our heavy pants echo through the confined room, and with a gentle kiss on her shoulder, I ease my way out slowly causing her to flinch. My fingers loosely wrap around hers, bringing it to my lips, and I kiss her knuckles.

The morning sunlight has radiated warmth throughout the bedroom. I don’t know what I want more, caught between the intoxication of the climax or extending a moment I never want to end.

Beside me, she checks the time, reminding me I have a training session in an hour before telling me she needs to use the bathroom.

“You okay?” I ask, helping her off the bed.

With a wicked smile, she leans forward, kissing my lips. “I think we found a new contender.”

She walks with a purposeful sway in her hips, closing the bathroom door behind her. I continue to lay on my back, closing my eyes and relinquishing the moment between us. Gabriella is nothing like I imagined. She’s always willing to try anything and succumb to my fantasies which then become her own. With the wall between us broken into tiny pieces, we’re very vocal when it comes to our personal demands. Basically, I want to be inside her all the time, and when she complains she’s sore but still wants intimacy, she gives me the most epic blow job.

My phone rings on the bedside table. The number, an international code, prompts me to hop out of bed.

“I need to take this,” I yell, quickly placing my boxers on.

I make my way to the lounge room, closing the bedroom door behind me. Moving toward the balcony, I answer the call.

“Hello, Oliver speaking.”

“Mr. Madden, it’s Karl.”

“Hey, Karl.”

“Is now a good time to talk?”

Gabriella is still using the bathroom, but for how long, I’m unsure.

“If you can make it short.”

“The client accepted the offer. It’s all yours if you want it.”

The bedroom door opens, and Gabriella strolls into the room wearing only her lacy nighty which she knows sets me off. I’m losing concentration again, staring at her lean legs which are proving to be a big distraction.

“Yes, please. I’ll call you back.” I hang up, watching her move around the kitchen so effortlessly.

“So what does your girlfriend need to say? She misses you?”

“Ha-ha,” I deadpan. “Your jokes make me want to fuck you again.”

With a sly grin, she presses the start button on the coffee machine and leans against the countertop eyeing me.

Gabriella leaves the kitchen and moves to where I’m standing. Stopping in front of me, she runs her hands down my chest, toying with the tip of my boxers. She fucking knows I’m hard. Again. My dick is insatiable when it comes to her.

“Well, here’s the thing, I’ve never considered myself a jealous woman or selfish, but certain times warrant certain moments.”

I place my mouth on hers, sucking in her bottom lip. “I’m hungry,” I moan, dragging her down to the lounge and eagerly spreading her legs. I move my head between her legs, tasting her clit on my tongue. “Time to claim what’s mine… again.”

The night before a soccer game is my opportunity to take advantage of eating a large meal. We decide to dine at a restaurant in the Rocks, early enough so I can get a good night’s rest.

Gabriella has met my sister, Matilda, and together, they plan to watch a late movie then crash at her place over the bridge. I know Gabriella is worried her presence will distract me. Although I don’t want her anywhere else, I know this game will be one of my most important. It’s my comeback game, and I need to be one hundred and ten percent focused.

I settle for penne pasta with grilled chicken, balancing carbohydrates and protein, which is extremely important for a player’s diet the night before a game. These foods are broken down slowly and provide energy over a long period of time. Avoiding sugared drinks and alcohol, I stick to plain old water to keep hydrated, making it easier to remain that way tomorrow.

I’ve stuck to my previous match-day routine, preparing myself psychologically and physically. The morning is spent with low-level activity, a great way to calm the anxious nerves building inside.

The afternoon has rolled around quickly, and after a pep talk in the locker room from Coach, it’s only fifteen minutes until we will hit the field.

I’ve been waiting for what feels like a lifetime for this moment. I lower my head, praying silently my body will withstand the endurance.

We are going to win this game.

My body is built to play against the best of the best. The other team barely had their shit together last season. My competitive streak is getting the better of me, and Coach’s words are ringing in my head to rein in my arrogant attitude.

But I don’t fucking care what he thinks.

Even if we do lose, I have it all.

‘All’ has a certain someonesitting in the crowd, ready to watch me play for the very first time.

And if everything goes according to plan, tonight will be the night.

In front of everyone in the stadium.

In front of everyone in Australia.

I want every person to watch as I officially make her mine.