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Reece went back down, turned the vibrator on again, and held it in place while his mouth joined the party—licking, sucking, devouring me like he had all night. I exploded with a cry that echoed off the walls, body jerking against the restraints, completely undone.

Before I could catch my breath, he was above me again, untying the silk, kissing my wrists where the tie had rubbed, then he slid off me.

I’m sorry? Yes, I’d just gotten off but that was the appetizer not the entrée. I lay there confused, waiting on him to pick back up, but he rolled onto his back bending his arms under his head, smirking at me.

If I didn’t get out of there, I feared I’d start crying or something. His cock bulged as proud as anything. He clearly wanted me, so then why wasn’t he making a move?

I stumbled from the bed, given my legs still felt a bit like jelly, leaving him in the room, making my way to the kitchen.

With my head in the refrigerator, searching for a bottle of fizzy water, his hand grabbed my arm and he spun me, bending me slightly over the kitchen counter.

My breath fogged against the cool laminate as I heard the clink of his belt, the zipper, the low hiss of his breath when his fingers split my ass crack.

“Wasn’t done.” He rolled his shoulders, stretching his muscles as if getting ready for a workout.

“Y-you stopped,” I stuttered, both the fear and hormones sneaking in again.

“Not stopped. Paused. Giving you a chance to back out.”

“I-I’m not backing out,” I stuttered again.

He snickered, but his snicker turned to a low growl when his finger entered my ass. “Spread for me, baby.” His voice turned thick and barely in control. “I need you now.”

“Now,” I whispered. I was soaked and aching and shaking with anticipation, but I did.

A tingling cold hit back there right after I heard a lid pop.

“Giving it a chance to take effect.”

It must’ve been a lube. A numbing lube? My sexploits were so lacking that I really had no idea.

At this point I was putting my faith in Reece.

The vibrator began to whir. It felt good.

Not as good as the real thing, but I liked it.

A lot. So much that I shoved my ass back to help me take more of it.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded because my words seemed to fail me at the moment.

When he pushed into me—slow at first, thick and deep—I let out a broken cry. My hands fisted the edge of the counter as he filled me, stretched me, owned me.

It felt odd. Not painful, just… different .

He started to move, each thrust more punishing than the last. Then the sleek plastic disappeared and I felt a thick, vibrating penis between my legs as he continued to pound from behind.

A second vibrator? He filled me with it, going deeper with every push until he hit cervix.

The pulsation along with the pressure from Reece’s cock were almost too much to take.

I couldn’t stop the sounds pouring from me—breathy moans, desperate whimpers, a choked-off “Reece” every time he hit that spot that made me see stars.

His other hand snaked around to rub my clit, fast and perfect.

The man was a magician with the way he managed to keep up the pace.

Three for one. I shattered. My body clenched around him and the vibrator, pleasure crashing through me so hard I saw white.

He swore, hips stuttering, and followed me over the edge with a low, guttural groan, collapsing against my back .

We stood there, panting, tangled together—skin slick, hearts racing.

He kissed my shoulder. “You okay?”

I laughed, breathless. “Not even close. I don’t think I can walk.”

“No need, baby.” Reece gently picked me up, carrying me into the bedroom. All this pampering, I could get used to it.

As we lay in bed, Reece holding me tucked close to his body, dancing his fingers lightly up and down the skin of my arm, I started to drift off, but a thought hit my brain and it felt like maybe now he’d be ready to give me some answers.

“Can you tell me why you need this arrangement?” I asked. His eyes cut to me, though Reece kept on stroking my arm.

“My mom is dying.” That was what he said.

His flat tone, showing no emotion—that didn’t make sense.

Baker Reece showed all kinds of emotion at any given time of the day.

So we weren’t a real couple. I still hated him hiding that from me.

When all was said and done, we had a friendship that went pretty deep now, I thought.

“Dying?” I asked.

He sighed, drawing my hand up to his mouth and he kissed it before rolling over to pin me to the bed. Sex as a distraction. I not only saw through this, but my vag was in no shape to take him again so soon. It needed rest, Epsom salt… maybe even a convent.

I shook my head. “You owe me this,” I whispered. He closed his eyes and I’d never seen his beautiful face look so pained in all the time I’d known him.

“She has metastatic liver cancer. She’d gone through several rounds of chemo and was cancer free for about five years. They thought she was cancer-free. When she started getting sick again, they ran tests right away.” He turned away from me .

“Hey,” I said. “It’s okay.” Then I pressed up to kiss him, giving him a way out if he needed it now. He didn’t take it.

“She hasn’t been responding as well to the chemo. It’s slowing the progression but not killing off the tumors—or not killing enough of them.”

“What’s her outlook?” I asked, knowing he’d already said she was dying, but what timeframe had they given?

“If they keep at this slow pace, they give her six months to a year. She won’t move here so I can take care of her because she doesn’t want to give up teaching yet. The damn woman loves her students too much.” His voice cracked. “I pay for the best care for her, but I want her with me.”

That same woman I’d briefly met at Sumpter had maybe a year left of life? It seemed so unfair. “So you needed a girlfriend because?—”

“She’s worried about leaving me alone. It puts stress on her body to worry.

If she thinks I’m settled, then maybe we can extend her life a little.

There’re some trials we’re trying to get her into.

You’re exactly the type of woman she wants me with.

You having Benny makes it even better. She’ll be in heaven. ”

“What can I do?” I asked.

“You’re already my acting girlfriend, but we don’t have a game tomorrow. I want to fly you and Benny up to my mom’s place for the weekend. We do Sunday dinner. I want her to meet you.”

Since I got most weekends off at the arena and no longer had to work the club, I was happy to join him.

“What’s her favorite Sunday dinner?” I asked.

“Homemade fried chicken.”

“I can get us packed and ready to go tonight, but um—I can’t leave Miss Claudia. She’s family. She’s?—”

“Bring her. Ask her to come along. Better yet, I’ll ask her to come. I’ll tell her my mom should meet your family.”

Unable to stop myself, I pressed my lips to his in a way that let him know every bit of the gratitude I felt for him in the moment. Reece tore his mouth away to roll me onto my stomach, laying his hard body on top of mine.

“Taking that ass again,” he grumbled into my ear, then I felt him reach over to the bedside table.

He moved back to me with a condom and the lube.

“Pillow,” he ordered and I moved the pillow he’d used under my pelvic region.

The cold contact of the lube made me jump.

Like before, he used his fingers to spread it around on the inside too.

“Spread your legs for me a bit.” I did that, too, and he reached under me to begin stroking my clit.

Although he went gentle at first, once he had the condom on, he started rubbing and pressing with more force to keep me feeling good while he pushed inside, stretching me.

Reece thrust in over and over at the pace he wanted from this. Not too fast, not too slow. His finger never left my center and when he started getting close, the man adjusted his hand to keep his thumb pressing while he moved his two fingers inside, bending them forward.

With the magic of the G-spot engaged, I began to shake until I felt that orgasm from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. He roared his out and I knew I’d remember the sound of him coming for the rest of my life.

By this point, the tiredness swept through me and I could barely keep my eyes open.

“As much as I love taking that ass,” he said, “nothing compares to your sweet pussy. Gave you a break tonight because I saw you wince.”

“Well, my sweet pussy thanks you,” I slurred right before yawning, but I needed a bit of a clean-up before I could let myself drift and excused myself to the bathroom.

Yawning again as I eased my way back onto the bed, moving under the covers, Reece pulled me in close to his body, draping an arm over my waist.

“Sleep now, baby. We can pack in the morning.” He pressed a kiss to the side of my head. The last thing I remembered was him holding me, wrapped protectively around my body.

I woke up sore as all get-out. Every muscle ached, but the memories of how they’d come to ache caused a huge smile to spread across my face.

“Morning,” Reece said and I turned my head up to face the man.

“Morning.”

“I talked to Miss Claudia. She’s getting packed.”

The man never ceased to surprise me. Up and over to Miss Claudia’s place before I ever woke up?

He was excited to see his mom. It was cute.

I knew it was to relieve her stress, but come on, the big, bad hockey goalie excited to bring his new “girlfriend” to meet his mom had to be one of the sweetest things ever.

“Right. I better shower. Dress code?” I asked.

“Dress code?”

“Do I bring comfortable or do I try for upper middle class ? I know nothing about your mother.”

He laughed, smacking my ass softly to get me going. “My mom wouldn’t care if you showed up in those strings and swatches of fabric you wore to dance. She’ll just be so fucking happy to meet you.”