Page 30 of Tempting the Goalie (Riverside U #5)

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything more erotic in my life. Your voice is so damn sexy when you’re turned on,” she says.

I laugh and move the bottom of her bikini to the side to give my finger access.

When I pump my finger inside her, she begins to moan and reaches for my cock inside my swim shorts.

She begins to pump me up and down as we kiss.

I finger her faster and rub her clit with my thumb.

Even in the water I can feel how wet she is.

Her moans grow louder. “I want to come on your cock, Luc.”

I reach down to lower my swim shorts. She reaches down and guides me inside her.

Then she begins to move on my cock. The water stabilizes us, and she rides me easily.

We both come apart at the same time. We watch each other as I fill her pussy and then she places her head on my shoulder to catch her breath.

That’s when I realize I’ve lost my shorts.

“Um, Izzy, give me a second,” I say as I guide her off me. I go underwater to look for my swim shorts, but I can’t find them. I come back up and take a gulp full of air. “My swim shorts are gone.”

Izzy laughs and it’s the sweetest sound. “That isn’t a bad thing. We can have a naked picnic.”

“Someone could show up,” I remind.

“This place is remote. We’ve seen people around here only a handful of times,” she counters.

“I wasn’t aware you became an exhibitionist.” I chuckle.

“What can I say?” She shrugs. “You bring out the daredevil in me. Now let’s get out and dry in the sun. I don’t know what you brought in that picnic basket, but I’m starving.”

We head out of the water. Both of us shiver as we lay out the blanket Izzy brought. We sit on the blanket me buck-naked and her in her bikini. “Like what you see.” I grin from the way she is checking me out.

“I’ve always liked looking at you. Now I get to see all of you,” she says.

“I think we have to make this fair. If we are having a naked picnic, then you should take off your bikini,” I challenge.

“Okay,” she agrees, surprising me with her lack of argument. She stands and begins to remove her bikini.

My cock instantly hardens. “Take it easy there, bud. We need to feed her,” I say to my cock.

Izzy bursts into laughter and it’s the best sound in the world.

“So what are we eating?” she asks. I open the basket and take out the fresh baguette I picked up from Eric’s bakery this morning.

“Oh, you didn’t, Luc.” She smiles wide.

“I did, Izzy. Oka and baguette to start,” I say. Oka is one of her favorite soft cheeses. It goes perfectly with a crusty baguette.

“You just get me,” she says, and I have to agree with her. I get her and she gets me. So why does our relationship still make me nervous? We’ve spoken about everything, and yet I’m still scared of disappointing her.

I take out the green grapes I brought with us, and I pop open a bottle of white wine and pour it into the plastic cups I brought.

We feed each other and I pop grapes into her mouth. I’ve never done anything like this with a girl. Even though Izzy wasn’t my first, I still feel like she is the only one who matters. The only one I’ve done so many firsts with.

We hear a rustle of branches and both of us jump and start to frantically grab at our clothes.

The rustling gets closer, and we haven’t gotten fully dressed.

When a coyote appears in front of us Izzy takes a step back and hides behind me.

I’m only wearing a T-shirt, and my cock is swinging half hard in the air.

“Shit, Luc, this isn’t good,” she says. “What do we do?”

I lift my hands in the air and make some loud screaming sounds.

It’s what we are taught to do in school if a coyote confronts us.

At first it looks like the coyote may try to lunge at us but then Izzy comes out from behind me with her arms raised and both of us scream as we move toward the coyote.

It takes off running. I grab on to Isabelle and hug her. My heart beating a mile a minute.

“We should pack up and get out of here,” I suggest.

“Hell no, we don’t know when we’ll have alone time again. I want to enjoy every minute.” My courageous girl.

I start laughing. “Look at you being all bold. I love seeing you like this. The young and sassy Izzy makes a return.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“This is how you were when we were kids. Fearless and unstoppable.”

A pout forms on her lips. “That changed, didn’t it?”

I nod. “Everything changed when Mom died and yours took off,” I say sadly.

Izzy sighs.

“We’re supposed to be having fun.” I take her hand in mine. “We’ve dissected that part of our life too many times.”

“But we’ve never discussed how I changed,” Izzy says.

“Come here,” I tell her. I guide her to the blanket and cradle her into my lap. “When your mom left it was heartbreaking; it would be for anyone. You guys were close, and she up and abandoned you.”

“Yeah,” she says with a quiet voice. “She gutted me. I was left to go through puberty in a house with five guys. I pulled away. I changed,” she admits.

“We all changed, Izzy. Apparently, I have a knack of burying the bad times. Elyna was saying how Dad was always a problem. That he behaved badly and drank too much long before Mom died.”

“I remember that,” she says as I stroke her arm.

“I don’t. I somehow buried the bad.”

“Yeah, it makes sense. I mean, I kind of got obsessed with having a big family but I don’t know if that’s what I want. I mean, I’m young. I want to live life and have fun. I want to finish my degree,” she says.

“And where do I fit in?” I ask, feeling vulnerable.

“You’re a part of me, Luc. No matter what I choose, I see you in the picture,” she states, making my chest expand. She makes me feel grounded, like I belong. To her.

Maybe that’s been my problem all along. Not having a family. Having to fend for myself. I felt like a flailing duck. Sure, I had the Thornes, but it isn’t the same as this thing between Izzy and me. It feels all-consuming, like I’m not alone anymore. I can trust in Izzy, and she won’t let me down.

“I feel the same, Izzy. You’re my everything. I’ll talk to you before I sign a contract. I’ll make sure wherever I end up, you’ll be happy with the decision. I don’t want us to be apart.”

“I don’t want that either,” she says, caressing my arm and looking into my eyes. “Make love to me, Luc, here on this blanket. I need you inside me.”

I lay her on her back and keep my gaze glued to hers.

“I love you, baby.” I spread her legs and dip my head between her thighs.

It doesn’t take long for her to be writhing beneath me.

Watching her quick breaths, her eyes closed, and the pleasure on her face does something to me.

But I don’t focus too long on that. Instead, I spread her pussy lips with my index and middle finger and flick her clit with my tongue.

She goes off like a rocket, grinding her hips and pressing her sweet pussy into my tongue.

I lick up her juices, enjoying how unhinged she is right now.

When she comes down from her high, I want to hold her in my arms, but she insists on riding my cock.

She sits on me, spreads her thighs on my lap, and rocks her hips on me.

I’m buried so deep inside her that this feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

We are connecting on a different level as she moves above me.

My arms are wrapped around her. Our gazes are connected, but it feels like I can see through to her soul, and what I see looking back at me is pure love and admiration.

It’s in this moment I know what I need to do to make myself a better man.

A man who deserves the love of Isabelle Thorne.