Page 64 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

When Wily fills me like this, I’m lost to everything else around me.

He’s it.

He’s everything.

And he thinks I’m fucking amazing.

I still can’t wrap my brain around it. When he undressed me in front of the mirror just now, I honestly wasn’t sure I could handle it.

But I stayed. I fought, the internal battle raging as I clung to this man.

I said what he told me to, and it’s getting easier each time the words slip out of my mouth.

He thinks I’m amazing.

He thinks I’m fucking amazing.

And now he’s inside me, his body gliding over mine as his tongue sends me to some heavenly plane. I’ve been here before, every time I’ve kissed him, but this plane is brighter somehow. More intense.

Because he loves me, and I know it without a doubt .

He’s not just saying it to make me feel better.

He actually means it.

Wily Wilson loves me!

All of me—my mind, my soul, my body.

The look on his face when he was telling me all those beautiful things…

I grip his back, desperate for him to know how much that all meant to me. My chest is full, swirling with this heady sensation that makes me feel like I could fly.

He plunges into me again, ripping his mouth off mine as he loses his breath, and the heat between us starts to burn like blue fire.

“Baby,” he moans, curling his arms under my shoulders and pumping a little faster.

Yes! I love it when he goes deep like this. He’s all I can feel, his impressive body covering me, owning me in ways I never thought possible.

Lifting my leg, I hook my foot around his back, and he grabs my thigh, his fingers digging in as he shifts angles and hits a sweet spot that makes me whimper.

It feels so good.

“Fuck, this is amazing,” he pants, lying over me again, his breath hitting my ear.

I turn my face, kissing a trail across his bare shoulder, then catching our reflection in the mirror.

My body flushes with embarrassment, but I force myself to look. To watch his powerful thigh move when he bends his leg and keeps pumping into me.

His back muscles are beautiful, and I study the way they shift when he pulls back to rest on his elbows. I run my hands down his gorgeous bicep and forearm, still watching his body, then force myself to check out my profile beneath his.

My rounded, dimpled edges move and jiggle, nothing like his defined curves, but I somehow fit beneath him just fine.

He loves my soft edges.

I turn him on.

Lil’ ol’ me, who never felt good enough, is sending this Thor-like god to a full-blown orgasm. He wants to be inside me. He makes me feel like if he can’t have me, it’ll be the world’s biggest travesty.

The thought makes my stomach quiver, and I turn back to face him just as his eyes pop open. Smiling up at his stunning face, I brush my teeth across my bottom lip. “I love you, Coyote.”

He grins down at me, stealing my breath when he does a deep drive that I can feel all the way to my core.

Tipping my head back with a moan, I enjoy the heat spreading through me.

He drives into me again.

And again.

Another deep thrust has a gasp of pleasure popping out of my mouth. My eyes spring open and I snatch his taut forearms, my lips forming a perfect O as this sensation travels right through me. It’s blinding and beautiful, and I’m coming! I’m… coming!

“Ah!” I wail with abandon, not even caring that people might be able to hear me. This feels too amazing. I can’t stay quiet.

Releasing another guttural groan, I enjoy the triumphant look on Wily’s face just before he starts to lose it himself .

“Oh, fuck. Baby,” he rasps, slapping his hand on my hip and squeezing tight as he jerks and thrusts, his perfect ass cheeks clenching with a sexy shudder.

He groans some more, pumping a few more times until my arms flop to the floor in listless wonder.

Holy shit, that was incredible.

Dipping his head, Wily pants above me, his chest heaving.

I place my hand over his heart and smile at the thundering beat under my palm.

“It’s official.” He drops down over top of me. “You are the best sex I’ve ever had.”

I giggle, patting his shoulder before running my hand down his back. “Really?”

“I’m serious, Satch. You do it for me, baby.”

“You do it for me too.” I kiss his shoulder. “You’re absolutely the best sex I’ve ever had.”

He leans up on his elbows, looking down at me with narrowed eyes. “I’m the only sex you’ve ever had.”

“Even if you weren’t, I’m guessing you’d still be the best.” I rest my hands on his sides and revel in this giddy sensation bubbling inside me.

I could eternally bask in the affectionate look on his face right now. “It’s an honor to be your first, you know?”

I bite my lip, then force myself to thank him and not tell him that I want him to be my last too. That feels like we’re jumping the gun just a little, doesn’t it?

But maybe I’m wrong.

Maybe the two of us will last the distance, just like my parents have.

After our bedroom floor sexcapades, we crawl into bed together and I finally get some sleep.

Wily’s head makes the best pillow, and I wake midafternoon, kind of groggy but definitely more refreshed.

My eyes are still puffy from all of last night’s crying, but I’m feeling so much better than I did when I first woke up.

I really don’t feel like getting dressed again, but Wily lends me his ginormous bathrobe and coaxes me downstairs, assuring me that I’m fully covered.

Everyone is up and about. We catch Sienna and Zander making out in the kitchen, which is kind of funny. They’ve obviously been taking advantage of their child-free weekend and have only just stumbled out of bed themselves.

We eat birthday cake for lunch… or breakfast… and I gush over how stunning it is.

“You went to so much effort for me.” I shake my head at Wily as he shoves another huge forkful of cake into his mouth.

“Because you’re fucking amazing.” Crumbs fly off his lips and I giggle, sharing a grateful look with Sienna, who winks at me before stealing the last bite off Zander’s plate.

He gapes at her. “You did not just do that.”

“What?” She laughs around her mouthful of cake, her cheeks poking out like a chipmunk’s as she jumps out of her chair and dances out of Zander’s reach. He gives chase and she screams, ducking out the back door.

Wily and I both rise from our chairs, grinning as he chases her around the backyard, then captures her and throws the girl over his shoulder. He marches back to the garage, and you only need one guess to figure out how they’ll be spending the rest of their afternoon.

I’m about to suggest the same thing to Wily when Carson and Nylah stroll in, out of breath and gleaming with sweat.

“I’m telling you, the remake is not as good.” Nylah frowns at her boyfriend as he grabs two glasses out of the kitchen cupboard.

“And I’m agreeing with you, kitten!” He hands her a water, obviously exasperated. “Stop bitching to me about it and write a letter to the fucking production company if it’s such a problem.”

She huffs, crossing her arms and glaring at him. “I just hate it when they screw up like that. They had gold, and they turned it into a pile of steaming cow turd.”

I quietly giggle, too scared to ask what movie they’re talking about. It’s obvious they’ve just been out running together, and they must have gotten into this discussion partway through.

Carson sighs, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Rubbing her sweaty back, he rolls his eyes at Wily, and you can almost hear him thinking, “Women!”

I cross my arms, boldly giving him a pointed look. He’s got an amazing woman in his arms, and I hope those red cheeks he’s sporting are to do with him getting my silent reprimand and not the fact that he’s recovering from a run.

“This is why we should just stick with the oldies,” he murmurs, his lips twitching as he pulls back and cups her cheeks. “So, why don’t we head upstairs, take a quick shower together, and then put a little Terminator on my laptop.” He waggles his eyebrows.

Nylah smirks. “You trying to get me hot with a sci-fi, alien, robot movie?”

“You bet I am, kitty cat.”

She fights a grin. “I should really hate that it’s working.”

“Should you?” He swings his arm around her shoulders and starts guiding her out of the kitchen. “Now I’m trying to decide if I should be worried that the thought of a movie about a killer robot from the future turns you on more than the idea of showering with me.”

She giggles, reaching up to peck his cheek. “They both do, caveman. They both do.”

“Yeah, right,” he murmurs. “Maybe we should start with the movie, and I’ll get you all hot and bothered. Then I can do you in the shower.”

My nose wrinkles as their voices start to fade away up the stairs.

Turning back to my man, I find him grinning down at me and can’t help a soft giggle. “Your friends are funny.”

“Yeah, they’ll grow on you pretty damn fast.”

“Most definitely,” I agree. “You live with very cool people.”

“I do.” He kisses the tip of my nose, then looks just a touch sad. “I’m gonna miss them when I leave.”

And the air around me suddenly weighs three thousand pounds. It’s impossible to keep my smile in place.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I nestle my head against his chest and murmur, “I’m gonna miss you when you leave. We all will.”

Kissing the top of my head, he rubs my arms before holding me close. “What are we gonna do when I’m drafted?”

I squeeze his back. “You’re gonna go and play football, and I’m gonna watch every one of your games.”

“Will you fly out to see me play?” His voice rises hopefully.

I lean back to take in his expression. I wish I could tell him yes, but I can’t afford that. Instead, I smile and promise him, “No matter what happens or where you end up, I will always support you. I know how much you love football, and I’m excited that you’re gonna follow your dreams.”

“But I love you too.” He looks pained as he cups my cheeks.

“You playing football doesn’t need to change that.

” I rest my hand over his, knowing the answer is not that easy and not wanting to spoil what has turned into the most incredible day.

“Let’s not worry about it now. We still have a few months before you graduate.

” Stepping back up against him, I will myself not to cry when I think about him leaving me and how horrible that’s going to be.

“Right now, we just need to focus on getting you ready for the Scouting Combine thing, and then the drafting in April. Who knows, maybe you’ll get picked up by the Broncos. ”

I say it so hopefully and squeeze my eyes shut, wishing it with all my heart.

I don’t want this man to leave me!

But I love him enough to let him go when the time comes.

I can’t do anything else.

Because football is his dream, and I can’t stand in the way of it.