Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOUR

It’s later than expected by the time I get home from New York. Our team flight was delayed due to a winter storm, and by the time we landed in LA, it was already midnight. Lexi’s spent every night with me since we got back from our trip to Vancouver, yet there’s a confusing mix of joy and disappointment when I walk into my room and find her asleep in my bed. I love that she’s here—coming home has a new thrill to it since she’s been staying here—but I’m sad I don’t get to talk to her and kiss her because she’s asleep.

God, I’ve really become whipped.

I place my bag in my closet and then head to the bathroom to shower.

My clothes fall to the floor as the water gets hot. The second the warm spray of the water hits my sore muscles, the tension I’ve been carrying drains away. This last game was our worst of the season. I’m not sure what’s going on, but our offense has been getting shut down more often and our defense is struggling to hold our line. The Fierce Four might be famous, but the truth is a defense can’t be successful with only four strong.

I dip my head under the hot water, my arm stretched out to hold the wall while I let the water pound down on my tired muscles. A hand slides up my back, and for a second I think I’m imagining it, but when I glance back, Lexi is standing behind me. She presses her naked body against mine, her lips brushing over my shoulder blade and her eyes heated.

Her hand wraps around my waist, sliding across my stomach and down until she grasps my quickly hardening cock in her hand. My eyes close in bliss when she squeezes and tugs.

“Fuck,” I curse, my muscles tightening with a different kind of tension.

She rotates her grip, her wet hands sliding up and down in a salacious tease, but it’s not the wet heat I want.

I grab her hand, stopping her movements, and spin around, my burning gaze piercing hers when I open my eyes again. “Are you horny, Precious?”

“Yes,” she says, her deep, throaty voice making my cock even harder. I love it when she’s needy for me like this.

I grip the back of her neck and haul her mouth to mine, plunging my tongue inside when her lips part on a gasp.Her hands slide down my sides to my back until they grip my ass, her nails digging in and making me growl. My cock pulses between us, aching to be inside her. But apparently she has other plans because she pulls back, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them and the hungry look in them making my heart race.

She drops to her knees and I swallow thickly, giving her free rein to do whatever the fuck she wants to me. She grips my cock in her delicate fingers, her hot gaze staring up at me like she’s daring me to tell her what I want her to do.

It’s a dare I accept. “Put my cock in that pretty mouth.”

Her eyes flare with heat and then she licks up my shaft before wrapping her plush lips around the head and sucking lightly—too lightly. My fingers slide into her hair as my eyes burn into hers. “Someone’s feeling like a little cocktease tonight.”

The corner of her mouth tilts in the smallest of smiles before she goes back to those delicate little sucks that have my spine tingling, but are too soft for what I really need from her.I tighten my grip on her hair, and her eyes close in bliss. She hums around me, and I have to close my eyes against the pleasure racing up my spine.

“Suck it like the dirty girl we both know you are,” I say, my voice ragged.

Her eyes flash and then she takes my cock deep until I hit the back of her throat. A guttural groan rips from me, and I toss my head back when she swallows, the tightness of her throat dragging me to the goddamn edge.

I pull her head off my cock and slip my hands under her arms, hauling her to her feet. My lips crash on hers, kissing her with all I’m worth.

“I’m not coming down your throat. The only place I want to come is in your tight pussy.”

I spin her around, bending her over, and slide my hands appreciatively along the round curves of her ass. God, she’s fucking perfect.

I keep one hand on her back while the other grips my cock as I notch it against her slick folds. Sliding into her is how I imagine heaven to be. A feeling of pure bliss spreads from my cock, through my blood stream, firing off every nerve ending from my toes to the tips of my fingers. Her pussy flutters around me, and I have to grip her hips to keep from thrusting vigorously inside her right off the bat.

“Ty,” she moans against the wall, her head tilted so she can look back at me. The wanton desire in her blue eyes sets my pulse pounding. “I need it hard and rough.”

There’s nothing hotter than hearing her tell me what she needs, and I’m all too happy to oblige.

I grip her hips hard, a moan escaping her immediately, as I begin to pummel into her, hitting deep inside her and pulling out almost completely before I do it again.

She feels too fucking good, too fucking tight, too fucking perfect. My body becomes mindless as pleasure builds until I’m nearing the tipping point. I need to get her over the edge before I come. It’s the one thing I’ve always prided myself on—making a woman come first—and that’s never been more important than it is with my woman.

Moving one hand from her hip, I slide it around her belly where a slight bump now presents itself, and slip it to that needy nub between her legs. I circle her clit as I pound inside her, increasing my pace, knowing what she needs.

Leaning over her back, I put my lips right by her ear. “Come for me, dirty girl.”

Her pussy convulses around me as her eyes squeeze shut, and a deep moan rips from her throat. With her pussy gripping me tight, I follow her, coming hard inside her.

Lexi has completely ruined condoms for me. Before her, I’d never had sex without them, so I never knew what I was missing, but holy fuck, the feel of her bare around me is a new kind of bliss I couldn’t have imagined if I’d tried.

I’ll never get enough of her.

I place delicate kisses along her upper back, both of us needing a minute to catch our breath before I pull out. I instantly miss the heat of being inside her.

I rotate us so she’s under the spray of the water and wash her hair for her. Her eyes close, while the corners of her lips tilt up in a smile. Her cheeks are still flushed, and she has a glow that I know is more than just pregnancy hormones—it’s happiness. A sense of pride greater than anything I’ve ever known fills me—I’m the one who makes her happy.

When her eyes open, they’re sated and sleepy. I clean us both and then shut off the water. I dry her off before drying myself and don’t bother with pajamas for either of us, preferring to hold her naked while we sleep.

As sleep pulls us down, I know without a doubt that I’ll do anything for this woman in my arms.