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AMELIA

“How was the talk with your dad?” I ask, tracing lazy patterns on his bare chest as we lie under the sheets of his bed after we both freshened up after the game.

Taking showers with him has easily become my new favorite thing. I’d love to do it everyday if I could. But I need my alone time and space to do my “everything” shower routine. Him seeing me shave… everywhere is not ideal for me.

His fingers begin toying at my hem under the covers of the extra jersey I found in his closet.

“It was a lot,” he sighs, his chest sinking under me. “It was like seeing a different person. He told me he loved me and was proud.”

My heart aches. I twist under his arm, cuddling him as I continue to trace along his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my fingertips.

He stares at the ceiling, his fingers brushing against my thigh. “I don’t know what to do. Part of me wants to believe it and the other half is saying not to give a shit and keep my walls up.”

“It’s okay to feel that way,” I whisper, glancing up at him. “You don’t have to do anything until you’re ready.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of my head.

“And you don’t have to have all the answers right now. Take it one day at a time, and see where it goes, because you’re allowed to feel anger, sadness, bitterness, all of it. It’s time to take the same advice you gave me months ago.”

“You’re right.” He cups my jaw, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip. “Maybe I should try therapy? Talk it out with someone?”

He continues tugging at my bottom lip like it’s calming him.

“I think that’s a great idea,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to his thumb. “And if you want, I’ll help you find a therapist.”

He leans in hovering over my mouth, as heat pools in my lower stomach. “What would I do without you?”

I grin against his lips, teasing. “Mmm, you’d probably be with some random girl, still partying all night, just lost.”

He smirks, pinching my sides, making me squirm until I’m rolling over in his bed.

“Oh is that what you think, huh?”

I laugh uncontrollably as he keeps tickling me, gasping when he ends up on top of me, his elbow resting beside my head. “Caleb!”

He looks down into my eyes, his teasing fading into something softer. The warmth of his breath fans over my lips as his fingers trail slowly down my neck making me shiver.

“You’re wrong,” he whispers. “I wouldn’t be with some random girl. I’d spend all my time searching for you.”

I swallow. His fingers continue their slow descend down my throat.

“You always know what to say.”

“Because it’s the truth.” He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of my mouth.

“You think I wouldn’t find you in this lifetime or the next?

You’re incredibly mistaken. I’ve always been yours.

” I slide my hands up feeling the dips of his abs beneath my fingers as he hisses.

“You’ve got me hooked around your little finger. ”

His hands disappear under the jersey and the second he touches my center, he freezes.

“You’re not wearing?—”

Yes. I purposely didn’t wear any underwear tonight. Sue me. I’ve grown so comfortable with Caleb when it comes to sex and he has made me feel so beyond wanted, like every little thing I do turns him on.

He groans as he gets out of bed, dropping his sweats and boxers. My eyes trail down his body, watching his back muscles flex, and all I can think about is running my nails down them. Leaving my mark.

“Come here.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins getting back on top of me, his hardness pressing against my stomach.

Bunching the jersey up to my waist, he lifts one leg over his shoulder, gripping my ankle tight.

Teasing me, he drags his cock up and down my wet slit, each stroke drawn out until my breath comes in shallow pants.

When he flicks my clit with his tip, my voice catches, hoarse. “God.”

“My jersey looks good on you,” he whispers against my leg, gnawing like he’s starved. Then he reaches behind him, snatching up a pillow. “Lift your hips.”

I do as he says as he slides the soft satin pillow beneath my lower back.

“Comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses my leg again, then slams into me in one swift motion, burying his cock inside. He’s so deep in this position, that I let out a loud strangled cry as my hands dig into the bed sheets.

His free hand slides up my arm, weaving our fingers together before pressing them firmly down on the mattress to keep me in place.

“You love when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” he groans, pulling out all the way and thrusting back in.

There’s something about me wearing only his jersey while he’s completely naked, pounding into me, that’s driving me absolutely insane.

And the way he talks to me… God, he talks dirty and praises me all at once.

I whimper as he thrusts harder and faster, making me arch my back and suck in a deep breath. I can’t last much longer with the pace he’s going. “I don’t know if I can?—”

“You can take it.” He leans down, kissing me with everything he has as he stretches me, our bodies flush together. “You can take every single inch.”

My vision becomes hazy as I see double of him from the overwhelming pleasure. Every time he slides in and out, I feel myself drifting further into a daze. My orgasm brews and he notices, his mouth falls open as he grips my leg tighter.

“Shit,” he grits through his teeth.

“Oh my—” My words cut off as an explosion erupts within me. It’s such a euphoric feeling, one I know I’ll never get enough of. He moans and continues slamming into me and I clamp my legs shut at the intensity. I am so sensitive but I don’t want him to stop.

He presses our hands further into the mattress, hovering his lips over mine. “You can do one more for me, can’t you?”

Oh, fuck.

He takes his hand off my leg, spreading me open and reaches down between us circling my clit at an intense speed with his skillful fingers, and my vision goes white.

My breathing becomes more jagged as another orgasm threatens to wash over me. My chest rises and falls in quick motions and I swear my heart nearly stops.

He’s fucking me in an erratic way and I’m teetering over the edge, unable to control the moans pouring out of me. I’m probably saying words that aren’t even in the English dictionary.

I clamp my eyes shut as I feel myself about to come again and I take a deep breath.

He halts, pulling out of me and takes his hand away with a stupid grin on his face.

I pant as he edges me and delays my release.

“Look at me.”

I lazily open my eyes and his gaze is locked on mine with fire in them.

“Good girl.” Then he rams himself all the way in, stretching me all over again.

His hands move faster over my clit, rubbing it over and over as he fills me. “You look so goddamn pretty.”

One more movement and I’m a goner.

His breathing picks up, and I know he’s close too. He leans down again, crashing his lips onto mine as he buries himself inside me.

“Yes!” I cry in ecstasy as my whole body shudders and contracts beneath him.

‘Fuck,” he moans.

I can’t hear anything but the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears as he gently plasters onto me and I cling to him.

I’m still struggling to catch my breath when he props himself up on elbow, brushing strands of my curls from my forehead, stuck to my skin with sweat.

“I can’t move.” I let out a weak chuckle.

He huffs out a laugh and kisses my lips before getting off me to go to the bathroom. I take that opportunity to sprawl out like a starfish and stare at his ceiling in a complete and utter daze.

God, I’m so in love with him.