64

Ryan

Five Minutes

With my phone in my hand, I grabbed my t-shirt off the ground, grinning all the while. Fuck. It was a lateral pass with twelve seconds on the clock, a fucking miracle play. Kassie wasn't even in the room but I could still feel her pussy like a fucking vice. I was pleased as hell.

And I get to pick the next position.

"We're doing that again," I said to myself. "We're definitely doing that again."

The door pushed open and Kassie walked through with a yawn. Her hair was dark and silky down her back and the only thing she wore were the shorts and a Marrs shirt, a new favorite outfit of mine. Everything about her said she'd just been fucked.

"Hey." I smiled and she offered me a sleepy one, heading back to the bed.

Back to bed?

"Kassie?"

My words stopped when she reached down and slipped her fingers under the fabric of the shorts. She had my immediate attention. Slowly, she pulled them down, exposing her ass.

Yeah. I didn't have anything intelligent to say.

Kassie pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bare back and when she turned towards the bed, I got the nicest view in the world of the side of her breasts.

"I'm so sleepy," she murmured. "I just need a couple of minutes."

I stood there, unable to move, while Kassie laid down on her stomach. She reached for one of the thinner blankets but it didn't cover a damn thing, only a few inches of her back, leaving her entire ass for me to stare at.

I took an automatic step towards her.

What the hell am I thinking?

With a shake of my head, I stepped back. "I can…put a timer for five minutes."

"Okay," she whispered, her voice soft.

I had to avoid how that made my blood heat. We had a packed schedule for the rest of the day. I had to keep reminding myself that. Even with her ass, practically inviting me over.

Can I put a hickey on her ass?

With a soft sigh, she opened her legs.

Oh, fuck .

"I—uh—" I cleared my throat. "See. Kassie. We—uh—"

"You don't want to cuddle for a couple of minutes?" she asked. I'd never heard her voice so sweet and enticing.

"Cuddle?" I repeated, still holding the t-shirt.

"Uh-huh." Slowly, she twisted in bed, until she halfway sat up, looking at me. The blanket fell away and I had a full frontal view of my girlfriend and her tits, the soft pink of her nipples and the swell of her breasts, and all those hickeys, reminding me of exactly where I'd sucked on her. Goddamn, she was beautiful.

The makeup must've worn off, I could clearly see each and every one of them.

That's so hot .

"Five minutes," I heard myself saying, even if I couldn't remember deciding on that.

Kassie curled a finger to gesture me closer. "Five minutes."

Jesus fucking Christ .

The t-shirt dropped to the ground and I took my place beside the bed, just gazing down at her. I touched her thigh, running my hands over her, but I thought she would've turned over. The classic spooning position. But when I reached for her hip, she shook her head.

"No, like this." Kassie shifted back in the bed and held her arms out to me.

I frowned.

"You want me to…lay down on you?" I took another look at Kassie. My art girl had a mouth on her but that didn't mean she wasn't…breakable. It wasn't just height. I had a hell of a lot more muscle and body mass on her. My frown deepened. "I don't know about this."

"Come here, baby."

Baby.

Not ball dribbler, not Mr. Intense, not one of the other nicknames that she lobbed my way with a teasing smirk. Baby. Baby .

I hesitated for exactly two seconds. "If it doesn't work out, we're moving."

"Okay." She drew her hand up my arm and there went my resolve.

I slipped into bed with her and Kassie pulled me to her chest—to her tits —wrapping her arms around me. This must've been the kind of thing that people saw when the good hospital drugs kicked in. God, she was so soft. And smelled so good.

I thought I would've been cuddling her but Kassie was cuddling me .

"This is…okay?" I asked cautiously.

Kassie hummed in agreement and then her fingers went to my hair. It wasn't the first time she'd ever touched my hair before but nothing like this. Slowly, achingly slowly, she ran her fingertips across my scalp and my whole body stiffened. Cock included.

"Oh, fuck." I grunted.

"You okay?"

She didn't stop, even when she asked the question. But I just one-upped her during sex for being able to hold my own. I had to tell her it was fine. I could handle it. But I couldn't. A groan was threatening to appear and I burrowed down against her skin. My breathing labored.

Every time she touched me again, goosebumps rose on the back of my neck. I drew in a shaky breath, trying to think of something else.

Anything else, goddammit.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she whispered.

"Fine," I rasped.

"Are you sure?"

"All good." I took an uneven breath. "Five minutes."

"Five minutes." She kissed my hair.

I pressed my forehead against her chest and closed my eyes while Kassie brought me to heel without even realizing it. I tried to breathe in through my nose but that was just the sweet scent of her lotion. It didn't help me concentrate on…what the hell were we going to do after this? I wracked my brain. It was something important. Something I signed up for.

"Ryan?" Kassie hummed. "I think one of your big things is words of affirmation."

She might as well have been speaking another language. I had no idea what she was talking about and it was hard to figure out what the hell words of affirmations were when I was tasting sweet fucking bliss.

"What?" I croaked.

"The papers you keep in your locker…" Kassie trailed off, still touching me. "I—I can't tell you how much that means to me. No one's ever…treated my art like that."

She took a moment to kiss my hair again. I felt…I couldn't have described it. My heart beat slowed and I knew without a doubt that I would go to insane lengths for her. I would do some crazy shit for Kassie. My woman. My art girl.

Mine .

"I like how you draw," I mumbled. "It makes you happy. I like…holding that happiness."

Her fingers stilled before they started stroking me again. The tension in my muscles ebbed away. Tension I didn't know I had, buried deep in my body.

"I don't know how to talk like you do," she admitted. "You're so forward. You show me up with this. I can be blunt with every other thing but this."

"It's okay." I closed my eyes for a long moment. "Just takes practice."

"You've been practicing?" she teased, her voice light.

"i wanted to ask you out in December. I've been trying to figure out what to say for a while."

Seconds passed and Kassie didn't say anything but I didn't worry about it. It was the truth. Kassie and I were end game. It was a simple fact, like the weather outside or the score for yesterday's game.

Kassie's going to be my wife.

"It means a lot to me," she finally whispered.

"You mean everything to me," I replied.

I could hear the hitch in her breath and I could feel her heartbeat against me. Maybe I could get used to this position after all. Gently, I ran my hand along her hip and took a deep breath, letting the satisfaction take over me.

My eyelids were heavy. I was…comfortable. Between her legs. I was home.

I jerked up.

Fuck. I almost fell asleep.

I couldn't fall asleep. We had a schedule to keep to for the rest of the day. I had…something in twenty minutes. But Kassie didn't say anything, she just kept running her fingers through my hair. Did I really just nod off?

"I'm not falling asleep," I mumbled.

"Didn't say you were."

Good.

"Five minutes and we have to get up," I said, even if I really couldn't figure out how long I'd been laying down for.

Kassie didn't reply. She just kept running her fingers through my hair and slowly, my eyes closed again. I shifted forward, pressing my cheek against her soft skin and breathed in her strawberry lotion.