“Wow.” It’s not the most poetic sentence to come out of my mouth, but it perfectly sums up every thought in my head.
“Right?” John asks with a chuckle. “Two seconds inside of you and I don’t know my own name. Fuck you feel so good.”
I start to shift, and he grabs my waist. “Wait.”
His sexy smile pulls into a wide grin. “As soon as you move, I’m not going to be able to take it slow and I want to revel in this for just a moment longer.”
He stares into my eyes. He brings a big palm up to my cheek and I lean into his touch.
“This may be a weird time to mention this. You know, since my cock is buried inside of you and all, but, uh, I’m really looking forward to spending more time with you.”
“Same.” I rest my arms on his shoulders. “But there’s a little girl upstairs that has a habit of waking up an hour after bedtime, so let’s chat about that later.”
He grins.
“Can I move now? Technically we’re having sex, but I was so looking forward to being manhandled.”
“Manhandled, huh?” His grip on my waist tightens.
“Yes. Please?” I am not beyond begging.
Instead of answering, he lifts his hips and thrusts into me.
“Something like that?” he asks.
“Yes.” My eyes close. He takes over every part of me. Body, mind, heart, and soul. I’m not sure if I believe in love at first sight, but I believe in this all-consuming feeling anytime I’m near him. It was the same that night. An undeniable attraction and chemistry.
John moves us so that I’m sprawled on my back along the chairs. He takes both of my hands in one of his and pumps into me. His lips take mine, hard and controlling. Our kiss gets deeper and more frantic the closer we get.
As the orgasm slowly builds and then slams into me, I get absolutely everything I wanted. Hot sex in the theater room and, more importantly, him.
John plays with my hair as I lean against him in a post-sex haze. “You know, you could stay. Indie’s already asleep.”
“I can’t. I still need to read for classes tomorrow.”
“Oh shit.” He rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. Tonight was great. I need to figure out how to juggle things better. Indie and I have kept a really rigorous schedule and I’m still struggling to manage it all.”
“I meant what I said the other night. I want to help. Let me. What can I do to make things easier on you?”
“Well. Thursday night there’s this thing. The Creative Writing department puts it on once a year. Department professors set up this mock pitch fest.”
“Like book pitches?”
“Yeah. And each professor chooses one student to work with on the book for the rest of the year. It’s not likely I’ll get selected, but just the pitch practice will be great. They announce their selections at the department Halloween party.”
“The department has a Halloween party?”
“Oh yeah. Apparently, it’s quite an event. My professors have been talking it up for months. I wasn’t planning on entering because I can’t really take Indie to something where I need her to sit still and be quiet, and if I get selected that means adding even more to my plate-”
“Done.”
“Really? You don’t even know the details.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’m there. What time?”
“The pitch fest starts at seven. Can you be at my place by six forty-five? It would probably be easier on Indie if you watch her there.”
He hesitates but nods slowly. “Yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” He squeezes me against him and kisses my neck. “I’ll be there.”
Chapter Eight
John
We’re messing around after practice. Two on two. Cameron and I against Shaw and Benny. Shaw’s a talented dude. He’s a great offensive player, but his defense is killer. I’ve got the ball at the wing. With a cocky grin, he stands in front of me in position, trying to strip me of the ball. Not today, fucker. I feel too good to let him best me.
What a crazy week. Each day that’s passed has just made me more thankful though. Spending time with Rylee and Indie is the best part of every day. All day long I walk around with a smile on my face, knowing I’ll get to hang with them later. I head over every night after practice, hang with Indie for about an hour before she goes to bed. That gives Rylee some time to do school stuff so that when our daughter is asleep, we can spend time together.
I never pictured dating like this, but I can’t say I hate it.
I fake left and then dribble behind my back and go right. Shaw curses under his breath. “You cocky bastard. Get that weak shit out of here,” he says, as he hustles to stop me from getting around him.
Cameron is posting on Benny. I send a high pass to him and jog to the top of the key to give him some space to work.
Shaw moves down, ready to help Benny defend, if needed. Cameron drop-steps and tries to get a shot off, but Benny and Shaw have him trapped. He sends the ball back to me and I take it to the basket. I see Shaw coming toward me, but I manage to get the ball up and into the net before he gets a hand in my face. He clips me on the way down.
“With the foul,” Cameron says and holds his wrist up for me to tap.
I take my shot from the free throw line. It sails up and in. I might not be as deadly on defense as Shaw, but I never miss a free shot.
“And one.” I pause in the follow through with a smirk aimed right at my buddy. His defense cost him today. I always capitalize on the and one.
“That’s game,” Cameron says.
Shaw rebounds the ball and bounces it hard against the wood floor. “Time for another game?”
“No, I have to get to Rylee’s. She’s got an event tonight. I’m watching Indie on my own.”
“Poor kid.” He grins. “Things are going well then?”
“Yeah. Things are great.”
“Told your parents?”
I wince. “No. I thought I should tell them in person. They’re coming down for the game next weekend.”
“Good plan. Catch them off guard and then toss the baby at them. Everyone loves babies.”
“They’ll be all right, I think.” I hope.
I check my phone for the time. “Fuck. I’m late. See you guys later.”
“I’ll keep my phone nearby in case of emergency,” Shaw calls after me.
After a quick shower and change, I head for Rylee’s apartment.
She opens the door with Indie in her arms. “You’re late. I wasn’t sure you were going to make it.”
“Sorry. I lost track of time.”
Indie squeals when she sees me, which makes Rylee hurriedly handing her off to me less awkward.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I say and kiss her soft, sticky cheek.
“I’ll have my phone on silent, but I’ll check between pitches. The event is in the English building on the second floor. I laid out pajamas for her. If she has trouble falling asleep, call me and I can try to sing to her or something.”