CHAPTER THIRTY

WALKER

Riley tastes like fucking Heaven. And her mouth wrapped tight around my cock feels like euphoria. I try to ignore the tight suction she has on my cock so I don’t explode before I give her an orgasm, but the vibrations from her moans are shooting up my spine.

When my balls harden and tense, ready to release, I push my tongue deeper into her pussy, then lap my way up to her clit and bite her nub. I put one, then two fingers inside her channel and hook them, curling them the way she likes. I need her to come before my balls take over and shoot my cum down her throat.

“Riley. I’m close. If you wanna finish first, you need to come—'' I don’t even finish my sentence before she pushes down on my face and explodes in my mouth. She rides my face, giving me no mercy, and for a second, I think I may really suffocate. But fuck if I’m not in the happiest place on Earth. Screw Disney World. They’ve got nothing on Riley’s pussy.

I’m right behind her. My balls release weeks and weeks of pent-up tension and feelings down her throat. I lap at her cum and torture her with my tongue to match the torture her lips are causing on my softening cock.

She sucks my tip dry and I convulse like I’ve been electrocuted, and cum again in her mouth. Fuck. I’ve never done that before.

I fall to my side, then scoop her up and flip her around so we’re lying chest to chest.

“Holy...” She rests her cheek on my chest and pants.

We take a few minutes to catch our breath.

“Dessert before dinner is my favorite,” she says.

I chuckle and grab her most perfect ass in my hands. She grinds her wet pussy over my dick, which has already started to harden again. Holy hell. I recover quickly when I’m with Riley, but never this fast.

If we’re going to eat the dinner she made, I need to extract my body from hers, which pains me to do.

When she reaches for her shirt, I pick it up, pretending to help her put it over her head, then toss it to the other side of the room.

“I’m not eating dinner naked.”

“I don’t see why you can’t.” I take one of my shirts out of my drawer and work it over her head. “But if you insist on covering those perfect tits, you can do so with one of my shirts.”

“Okay.” She beams up at me like I just made her day. “But that means you’re not allowed to wear a shirt.”

“We playing that game?” I step into my joggers, sans my boxers. “That means since I’m wearing bottoms, you’re not allowed to.”

“Okay,” she quickly agrees.

I follow her down the hall and lift her shirt, getting an eye full of the ass that I love.

“Hey. No fair.”

“It seems fair to me since you have full visionary access to my chest. I need to be able to see your ass and pussy. Fair is fair.”

She shakes her head at me, but I don’t miss her shy smile. We wash up and I help carry the lasagna to the dining room table while she brings a salad and garlic bread.

“I didn’t know I had candles.”

“I figured since they had never been lit.”

We sit next to each other in comfortable silence while we eat. I could come home to this every day and die a happy man. Not just the food or the orgasms, but Riley.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe I didn’t tell you this yet.” She turns in her seat so she’s sideways. “You’ll never guess what was delivered today at work.”

“Tell me.” I love the excitement etched all over her face. She’s adorable.

“Not only did Nike donate ten boxes of sneakers and athleticwear, ten boxes, Walker, but they also wrote us a check.”

“That’s awesome. Having their backing is huge. I’m proud of you.” I give her a kiss, which I can’t wait to take deeper, but we’re enjoying a dinner she worked hard making and I don’t want to ruin it by ravishing her. Instead, I’ll ravish the damn good lasagna.

No one has ever made a home cooked meal especially for me. Sure, I’ve had them at Coach’s house, or on the few times I’ve accepted a dinner invitation to a teammate’s home, but never from my mother and never from a girlfriend.

“Guess how much the check is for?”

“Ten grand?” When she shakes her head I ask, “Did they match my donation?”

“Nope.” She makes a popping sound with the P .

“Cheapskates.”

Her cheeks are rosy, possibly still from the orgasm, maybe from the warm lasagna, most likely from her excitement.

“I mean, close. If you add another zero to the end.”

My eyes bug out of their sockets. “Nike cut you a check for half a million dollars?”

She bites her bottom lip and nods. “I don’t even know what to do with so much money.”

“Riley.” I scoop her off her chair and place her on my lap so I can wrap my arms around her. “I’m so happy for you. Your hard work has paid off.”

“I have you to thank, Walker. If it weren’t for you, Nike wouldn’t even know Boston Strong or I exist.” She straddles my lap and rests her wrists on my shoulders.

“Not true.” I brush her hair out of her face, all too aware that the only thing separating her naked pussy from my cock is my thin joggers. “I don’t have a contract with Nike. It’s a dream of mine, but you beat me to it.”

“There’s no need to be so modest. You’re what made the event go viral. You’re why I need to hire more staff. You’re why I need to stay up all night and make a detailed expenditure report for how we’re going to spend the donation. It’s a stipulation that goes along with the chunk of change.”

“Let me hire an accountant for you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t. I offered. Think of it as a donation from a wealthy person of interest.”

“Person of interest?”

I sip her lips between mine. “So much interest in anything and everything to do with Margaret Riley.”

“Ew.”

I nip at her lip and brush my thumbs along the tops of her thighs. While I want more than anything to bury myself deep inside her, Riley and I need to talk about our status. I can’t survive another back and forth of on and off again.

She’s always been hesitant about talking about her feelings, so if we’re going to move forward, I’m going to need to get the ball rolling.

“Can I make an assumption and you tell me if I’m on the right track?”

“Um, okay.”

“You rushing over here last night when you thought I was on my deathbed—your insinuation, not mine—and then staying the night in my bed, then the most explosive blow job I’ve ever experienced, followed up with the most delicious dinner I’ve ever had tells me you’ve mostly forgiven me and are ready to talk about taking our relationship to the next level.”

“I mean...” She lifts a shoulder. “You’re partly right, but not entirely.”

A sinking weight drags my chest down. I swallow and nod, dropping my gaze to her naked thighs where my fingers continue to stroke her.

“I’ve completely forgiven you, and I want to do more than talk about kicking it up a notch.”

I lift my gaze to hers and zero in on the delicious smirk on her lips.

“I have conditions.” I squeeze her thighs and she shifts her pelvis forward, adding pressure to my hard cock.

“What kind?”

“We don’t date.”

Her mouth turns downwards, and when she starts to shift back, I clamp on to her thighs, holding her in place.

“We’re past that. You’re mine. I’m yours. Girlfriend. Boyfriend. Lovers. Partners. Whatever the hell label you want to put on it, I don’t care. But we’re together.”

“Oh. I can deal with that.” She inches closer so her pussy rubs against my bare stomach. “What about sex? What are the rules there?”

“We have it as often as possible. And I want you naked in my bed every night.”

“Why not naked in my bed?”

“As long as I’m there with you, your bed works too.” I trail my fingers up her spine and into her hair, massaging her scalp. “You’re it for me, Riley. I love you. I don’t care if you’re not ready to hear it, it’s how I feel. And I get if I’m moving too fast and you’re not there yet. I’m a patient man when it comes to waiting for the best.”

“How long are you willing to wait?” She rubs her nose against mine and hovers her lips over my mouth.

“As long as it takes.”

“The wait is over, Walker Bankes. Because I am one hundred percent head over heels in love with you.”

“Thank fuck.” I cover her mouth with mine and kiss her until we both are screaming for air. “I think I fell in love with you the moment I brought you back to my hotel room in Rhode Island.”

“That was lust, you big stud.”

I chuckle. “Okay. Maybe. But as soon as you left the following morning, I knew my life would never be the same and that I needed you in it.”

“I felt the same, Walker.” She massages my scalp with her hands and smiles, not only with her mouth but with her beautiful eyes.

“Confession time.” I peck her lips. “You're a big reason why I signed with Boston.”

“What?” She gasps and tilts back. “We barely knew each other.”

“I’m not lying. That night with you was life changing.”

“You sacrificed so much for me when you didn’t even know me.” She strokes my face and kisses me lightly. “When you love someone, your sacrifice doesn’t feel so heavy. It’s another piece of advice Kendall gave me.”

I squint my eyes. “I don’t want you to sacrifice anything for me, Riley. I want you to have it all. I’ll give you anything you want.”

She gives me a sad smile and casts her eyes over my shoulder. “I don’t want to change you or your dreams, Walker. I love you. I love us. Just the two of us.”

“Ditto. But I’m confused. What change are you talking about?”

She opens her mouth, closes it again, then slides off my lap. Ten seconds ago, my world was perfect. Now she has me freaked the fuck out. My erection even gets the memo and wilts away. I watch as she paces the living room, then turns toward me when she’s on the opposite side of the living room.

“Our different goals in life are what tore us apart.”

No. It was the lies. The stupid shit that came out of my mouth.

“I realized that the picture I had in my mind of the perfect future, a house full of kids, is not worth it if I’m not with the man I love. I can share my love for children through Boston Strong and other foundations and charities around the city, but I can’t replace you and your love.”

“What?” I stand and start to cross the room when she continues.

“It’s okay that you don’t want to have children, Walker. If we...I hope we stay together for a long time, and I promise not to ever pressure you for children. I couldn’t live without you and your love in my life.”

I close my eyes and tip my head back. Fuck. This woman. Shaking my head, I hold out my arms and call her to me with my fingers. Reluctantly, she steps into my embrace.

“No one has ever put me before them. Not my father or my mother. Hell, not even my brother. I’ve learned to accept that and have lived singularly for myself because counting on someone else was never an option.”

“You can count on me, Walker.”

I squeeze her tighter and rub my cheek against her head, then skim my nose along her jaw. “You are amazing. And beautiful and selfless. Perfection.” I rest my lips against hers and breathe in her scent. After I’ve collected my thoughts, I gaze into her eyes.

“Before I met you, I never thought about having my own family. Of marrying and settling down. I didn’t have role models and barely had friends. I was okay being alone. And then this gorgeous, intelligent, humble woman stumbled into my life, and I’ve never been the same. No, settling down and raising a family was never in my gameplan. Not because I’m opposed to relationships or kids, but because I’d never met anyone I was even remotely interested in spending any length of time with, much less the rest of my life.”

I run my hands down her arms and join our fingers, bringing them between our bodies.

“I’m not settling or compromising or giving in when I say this, Riley. I mean this with my entire being. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want little Walkers and Rileys and maybe a Margaret or two running around, as long as they inherit your heart.”

Tears stream down her cheeks and she chuckles. “You did not just wish for little Margarets.”

“If they’re a part of you, yes, I wish for them. I wasn’t ready a few months ago, and I said some shitty things to you. It wasn’t until I lost you that I realized my life is pointless without you in it. And if we can make more little clones of you, something you did wish for not long ago, all the better.”

“I love you, Walker.”

“I love you too, baby.”