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Chapter 35

Mikey

I had the thing I always wanted. I had a honey who cared about me.

The next few weeks were bliss. Jessie waited for me after weekend games. She laughed at my jokes and told great ones of her own. When I was home without a game, we had quiet dinners together in sweats. We had beers and talked about our days, sometimes at home, sometimes at the little neighborhood bar down the block. I loved the moment that she got home from work, because then I could smell her so strongly, a change in the air in the room. It’s not like she wore strong perfume or anything. It was just my Jessie.

Jessalyn actually cared what I thought about stuff. She snuck me cute texts during the workday and when I was on the road. I left her little treats before I left.

I went with Sorrento and his kids to the zoo on a day off when she had to work, and I ended up buying Jessie a stuffed animal. But I mean, it was an ocelot. I had to.

If you’d told College Mikey that I’d be voluntarily doing cute stuff for a woman... actually, I might have believed it. I always craved that connection. I just never let myself have it. I went for all the wrong kinds of girls for me, but that was fine, almost intentional. Whenever there was inevitable fallout, I was unaffected. I protected myself from getting hurt by building up an “I don’t like you anyway” defense. I had fun for the moment while I knew deep down that they weren’t lasting connections. I didn’t want a future with them.

I most definitely wanted a long future with Jessalyn. It took some convincing for both of us, but we really were a good match.

After one particular road trip in late March, I got home after she’d gone to bed. Jessie is very dedicated to her pajama sets, but she went to bed naked for me that night. And yes, it was for me. She sent me a string of racy texts to get me excited. And yeah, it worked.

But when I got home, she was completely knocked out. I had to laugh. She was taking up more than half the bed with one leg out of the sheets, one boob out, and snoring like an old man. When I lifted the sheets and confirmed that she was, in fact, naked, I tried lightly to wake her. After all, she’d talked a big game. She didn’t budge. I got ready for bed and crawled in next to her, hoping maybe I’d have better luck when she got home from work the next day.

I must have woken a little at her alarm because her butt pushed up against my hard cock.

“Welcome home, baby,” she cooed. “You up back there?”

“I am now. I missed you, hon.” I nestled my face in her neck.

“I could tell from your texts,” she giggled.

I slapped her butt and pulled her hips in tighter to me. “You were quite the Shakespeare yourself, Sweet Cheeks.”

“Yeah, sorry I wasn’t conscious when you got in last night. I didn’t even hear you.”

“It’s fine, baby. You need your sleep. You don’t have to wait up for me.” Her ass traveled up and down my shaft. “You fishing for action right now?”

To date, we’d never done anything before she went off to work. It was always too damn early. But I missed her and her ass felt so good against me.

“If we can make it quick,” she said.

“I could get down for a quickie.” That meant I needed to warm her up first. I sunk my head under the sheets, teasing up Jessie’s inner thigh with my teeth. She wasn’t messing around, lowering herself right onto my face before I could get there. “Damn, baby, just getting right to it.”

Her hand raked into my hair as I devoured her. She flipped the covers back to watch me, the first I’d seen of those hazel eyes since I got home. Her sighs got louder and more desperate, then she was calling me up to her.

“Need you now, Ben,” she panted. She turned to her side again, inviting me behind her. “This one good for you?”

“Sweet Cheeks, I’ve wanted this one every single time I woke up with my cock between your cheeks.”

She feigned a gasp. “You said you didn’t want to fuck me all those times.”

I laughed into her neck, where I left a trail of tender, wet kisses. “I lied,” I growled.

I pressed into her, overwhelmed by her velvety heat. I reached a hand around to massage her clit. “Good God, baby, you feel amazing.”

“Keep going,” she begged. “Give me more.”

“Who you askin’?”

“You,” she sighed.

I slapped her clit, not hard, but enough to give her a rush of pleasure hopefully. “But who am I, baby?”

She turned to look at me with a smirk. “Give me more, Daddy.”

“That’s more like it.” My hand went to her throat, propping myself up on my bottom elbow to watch her. I rocked into her ruthlessly. She smiled as I squeezed her throat, shoving her hips closer to me. “Got my girl back. Were you a good girl while I was gone?”

“Maybe,” she said with a look that told me she wanted to provoke me. This was a game.

“Brat.” I pulled out of her to her whine. “Face down. Ass up.”

Shockingly, she obeyed, swaying her hips from side to side in the air. I settled my hands on her ass. “I’ll give you one more chance. Were you a good girl while I was gone?”

She looked over her shoulder to challenge me, arching her back to push her ass out more. “No.”

I spanked her, first on one side, then the other, rapid fire. She cried out as her ass cheeks went red from my hands.

“You learn your lesson yet, baby?”

“No.”

I gave it to her again, her response getting louder, and louder still when I rammed back into her sweet pussy.

“Ben,” she breathed. “It’s too good.” I slipped my hand into her hair and pulled her up from where her chest was pressed into the mattress. I leaned over her back, growling in her ear as she went on all fours.

“You forget you were mine?”

“Never,” she grinned, following up with a satisfied hum, dropping her mouth open further. She was loud as hell and I loved every second of it.

“Only a slut would moan around my cock like that. Are you my good little slut?”

“Always.” Then I sat back on my heels, thrusting into her and holding her hips as she glanced at me over her shoulder. “How’s the view?”

“Fucking. Gorgeous,” I panted. “I wish you could see how pretty you look like this, taking it so good for me.”

“God, Ben. So fucking dirty.”

“You love it, don’t you, baby?” My pace picked up again, her ass rebounding as she took everything I had to give. “You love being nasty for Daddy.”

“Yes.”

I pushed her back down until she was laying flat and I was over her back. I lowered onto my elbows, going deeper and kissing behind her ear. “That’s right, you do. Because you’re my dirty little slut, and you love it when I rail you and tell you what a good fuckin’ girl you are and how perfect you are.”

Jessie whimpered and pulled my hand back to her throat. “Take me. Please. Hard.” I didn’t know how much harder I could feasibly go, already at my edge. “Tell me,” she whispered.

“You’re my good girl, Jessie,” I bit through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna make me come.”

She let out an anguished yell. There is truly nothing sweeter in this world than talking and fucking my woman over the edge.

“Fuck, I feel you coming, Jessalyn. Come all over that cock. Tell me who fucks you so good.”

“You, Daddy.”

And with a grunt, I buried myself inside her as I met my release. I breathed hard through my nose, sinking my head to her shoulder and kissing her there.

“You’re so beautiful, Jessalyn. So perfect. I can’t believe I found you.”

She smiled, sweaty hair sticking to her neck. “I’m glad you asked me to move in.”

“I’m glad you stayed, honey.”

I insisted on driving her to work so we got to spend a little more afterglow time together. I caught her staring at me and smiling, my hand on her thigh and her hand covering mine.

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout?” I asked.

“Why do you call me honey?”

I shrugged. “It’s just a nice name. You’re sweet.”

“Yeah, but you called me that before I was sweet to you,” she said. “It’s kind of an old-school endearment.”

I looked over at her and squeezed her thigh. “Because you’re my honey. I’ve always wanted a honey to call my own, and when I met you, I guess part of me knew you’d be mine.”

“No way,” she laughed. “I thought you hated me. You picked on me for being uptight.”

I rolled my eyes. “I specifically told Stelle that was banter. We were bantering.”

“We were fighting. Bickering,” she said.

“Are you gonna fight me on everything forever?” I asked with a laugh.

She gave a self-satisfied smile. “If you’re lucky.”