“That was…Jesus, Cass,” I say when I grab the side of her face and brush my thumb over her lips. She leans into my palm and sucks on my thumb, causing my sated dick to twitch.
Letting go with a pop, she asks, “Not too much?”
“Fuck no,” I respond, my words somewhat slurred because damn that was so amazing.
“Good,” Cass says before she stands up and starts to undress in front of me, no longer looking hesitant or worried. Once she’s completely naked, she climbs up on my lap, wraps her arms around my neck and finally kisses me on the lips. “Now, if you don’t mind…” she says between kisses. “I’m going to sit right here and kiss you until you’re rock hard again.”
“Sounds good to me,” I agree as I reach around and grab two handfuls of her ass before taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking on it hard enough that she moans before I let go. “Shouldn’t be long at all with you looking sexy as hell on me.”
“How many times do you think you can go tonight?” she asks with her hips rocking on my lap.
“As many times as you need, Bambi,” I promise her.
Cassidy
Being able to kiss Xavier anytime I want, still blows my mind. Like after our second time, when we both drifted off to sleep for a few minutes before I woke up and licked his abs to get him up. We laid there just making out for what could have been hours before I finally couldn’t take it any longer and climbed on top of him.
Xavier let me ride him until I came, then he flipped our positions like I weighed nothing, pinning me underneath his big, muscular body and slamming inside of me urgently like it was our first time and not our third or maybe even fourth time. I can’t remember.
All I know is that the night of the reunion wasn’t a fluke. Sex is just as good every time, maybe even better.
So good, in fact, that I had to get my mouth on Xavier when the alarm on his phone went off this morning, almost making him late for his first day training.
“Why did I agree to start today,” he groans as he pulls his suitcase out of the closet while completely naked to find his workout clothes. I could get used to this view every morning. His ass is firm enough to bounce pennies off of.
“Because you want to be the Heavy Weight World Champion, and you’ve already wasted too many years?” I offer.
Xavier grunts his agreement.
“Should I wait here in bed for you to return?” I ask. Rolling to my side to see him better, I prop my head up on my fist.
“Yes,” he agrees seriously when he glances over his shoulder.
“How long is training again?”
“Ugh, as long as Coach makes it,” Xavier says, pulling a pair of shorts up his legs. “I just hope I’m still able to move after the beating he’s going to put on me.”
“If not, you can just lie down and I’ll do all the hard work,” I promise him.
“It’s a deal,” he says when he comes over with his shoes in his hand to kiss my forehead. “I’ll see you later, baby.”
“Have fun!” I say as he walks out of the bedroom and I flop to my back with a sigh. There’s a goofy grin on my face, one that may never leave now that Xavier and I are finally together.
Chapter Nineteen
Xavier
The next morning comes way too soon because Cass and I had a very late night, one that I didn’t want to end. If I thought the night at the high school was the best sex of my life, well, it wasn’t. I swear that being with Cass is unlike anything I’ve ever dreamed of.
My only regret is that I may have used up all of my stamina on her when it would’ve come in handy in the gym.
For the past hour, I’ve been going through a series of striking moves with Coach Briggs in the cage while Macy and Jude critique me. My uncle flew up from North Carolina this morning to stay and help me train over the next few weeks. My dad got here before everyone else and refuses to leave the cage even when I’m working with Coach. At least his comments are all positive encouragement.
“Okay, um, let’s take thirty,” Coach Briggs says as he lowers the red punching pads.
“Thirty?” I say because that seems like a long ass break.
“Yeah, ah, why don’t you rehydrate and rest your muscles. Take as long as you need,” he says before he drops the pads to the canvas and walks out of the cage.
“Here,” Dad says when he thrusts a sports bottle in my face. “Drink up. I think you need the electrolytes and maybe an energy drink…” he trails off. “I’ll go find you one.”
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“This is very concerning,” Macy says dryly from the side of the cage with the side of her face pressed against it.
“What is?” I ask in confusion, looking to her and Uncle Jude, trying to figure out why everyone looks so worried.
“Zave, you’ve gone soft,” Macy says as her and Jude join me in the cage.
“Soft?” I repeat. “I’m not fucking soft.”
“He was better a few weeks ago,” she tells my uncle. “Like whooping ass in here, and now…” she sighs. “He got the girl and he went soft. There’s no other explanation. Jealous, lonely Xavier hit harder, faster.”
“Shit,” Uncle Jude says. “He’s mellowed out.”
“We’ll just have to un-fucking-mellow him!” Dad shouts on his way back to the cage with a can of Red Bull. “Drink it,” he says, thrusting it into my face before the three of them continue talking about me like I’m not there.
“When big guys are
