My balls pull tight, and I grit my teeth, nowhere near ready to have this finish before I’ve lost myself inside her. Nothing less than that will do. I gently glide my fingers in her hair and pull her off me, loving her hooded, glazed eyes locking with mine as she moves sideways.
Dee lays herself out in front of me, legs spread, hands roaming over her skin as I hurriedly roll the condom down my length and move to the bed. I press every inch of me into every inch of her, clutching her head and tilting her face to slam my lips on hers right as I align myself at her entrance. Her expression morphs with pleasure as I push my cock inside her. I clench my teeth at just how fucking good she feels—how right this feels—Dee kissing me, meeting me stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust, both of us speeding up, our desperation growing as the pressure inside gets stronger and stronger.
The tingling at the bottom of my spine is a sure-fire sign that this inferno is about to explode. I snake a hand between us, not breaking our kiss for even a second as I roll her clit with my thumb. Dee cries into my mouth and tears her lips from mine, sucking in breath. Her moans grow louder and rougher until she wraps her limbs tight around mine and screams out, “Rhodes. Fuck. Yes!” over and over again. She clamps around me, leaving me with no hope to control my own release. One more thrust as I plant myself deep, and my hips jerk as I come hard and long, biting the crook of her neck and growling her name. My vision turns white as I drop my weight against her and nuzzle her skin gently, my muscles twitching at her soft palms roaming slowly over my sensitized skin.
Dee brings her mouth to my ear before sucking the lobe between her lips and nipping me. “If I have a hickey, honey, you’re gonna owe me big time.”
I brace myself on one arm, meeting her amused gaze, her lips twitching. Arching a brow, I smirk at her. “Is that so?” My eyes drift to the red mark blooming on her throat, my inner caveman beating his chest with pride, my gentleman side wondering how something so fucking hot and good could ever be bad.
“You're good at the sex, Mr. Rhodes.”
“Feel free to leave a yelp review, sweet cheeks.”
She giggles, making my smile widen. Running her fingers over my lips and into my hair, she slowly brings my mouth against hers and we kiss lazy this time.
I press my lips to the tip of her nose and, reaching between us, hold the base of the condom tight as I pull out of her, loving her breathy whimper when I do. As I move to my feet, I reach out to pull the mussed-up covers over her to keep her warm.
“Rhodes?” she whispers, placing her hand on my forearm.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I really, really like you.” She smiles, and I swear the entire room brightens.
It’s then I realize I’m gone for this woman, and I’m far from complaining about it. It could’ve been a day, a week or four, and I wouldn’t care if it was too much or too fast. I know, and the emotion in her gaze conveys the meaning of the words she’s giving me.
“I really, really like you, too,” I reply, my voice soft and gentle. “Let me clean up, and I’ll be back.”
Her eyes flash. “Good. Because you made big promises about wearing me out, and I hope you’re a man of your word.”
My rumbling growl fills the room, but it’s soon drowned out with a better sound—that being my girlfriend’s infectious giggle.
Game fucking on.
Chapter 14
Dee
Bang. Bang.
“Wakey, wakey. Rise and shine, people,” a voice yells from the other side of the bedroom door.
I slowly open my heavy eyes to be met with Rhodes’s naked chest, my body plastered against his from shoulders to feet.
Bang. Bang.
“C’mon, old folks. It’s time to join the land of the living and get some fresh air into those lungs. I’ll meet you downstairs. You’ve got forty minutes until we have to leave,” Jake adds before giving the door one last friendly thump and walking away until all I hear is Rhodes’s huffed laughter.
I turn my head to look up at him, my wide eyes meeting his lazy, hooded ones. He cups my cheek and runs the tip of his thumb over my lips. “Morning, sweet cheeks.”
“Morning, honey,” I say before lifting up and kissing him quickly. That was the intention anyway, but he’s Rhodes and his voice is all raspy and rumbly, and when his tongue touches mine, I immediately want more. Which means I’m soon flat on my back with this delicious man spread out on top of me, and he’s clutching me to him while devouring my mouth.
Lifting his head, he smiles down at me. “Definitely a good morning now, apart from the brat waking me up for the run I’d forgotten about.”
“Wait, what?” I gasp in horror. Running . . . on a Sunday? Surely he doesn’t mean—
His blue eyes fill with amusement. “Yes. We run on Sunday mornings. Well, at least one of the weekend days. We have a training schedule we’ve gotta keep to.”
“Okay. Well that’s alright. I can leave when you guys do and—”
He shakes his head. “No, baby. It’s a family rule. If someone stays over, they have to come on the run too.”
My words of protest are on the tip of my tongue when the best excuse ever hits me. “Wait. That’s okay. I can’t come because I don’t have any running gear with me.” I breathe a quiet sigh of relief, my inner Dee relaxing and snuggling back down to revel in her weekend laziness.
“That’s okay. Renee keeps a spare set here for the days when we run straight after a twenty-four and before she
