Total pages in book: 191
Estimated words: 182070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
I moaned into his ear, and he groaned and grunted, his palm cupping my nape as he held me there against him. Totally against him. Sweat dripped between his pecs, wetting my chest as I moved up and down.
I could feel it. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against him, right, right, there….
“Oh,” I whispered, pressing my mouth against his neck as I cried out, my orgasm rolling through me, making me pulse around him.
“Shit,” he hissed too, thrusting up faster and pushing me down harder and quicker.
“Zac,” I cried, squeezing his shoulders tight, desperately.
He held me tight too, one arm banding around the middle of my back as I rode his lap. “Fuck! Fuck!” he choked, growled, and held me down on him as his hips slowed, his thrusts long, and I could feel him throbbing, pulsing warm and wet. The muscles in his thighs were clenching on and off, like they were spasming, and I was pretty sure I could feel his biceps popping too.
“Oh my God,” he whispered into my hair, my face still fully shoved into his damp neck. “I think you might’ve killed me,” he croaked. “My toes are crampin’.”
I snorted, rubbing my hand up and down his spine as his cock twitched once more.
Zac slid his hand down my back, and if he hadn’t been so sweaty, I would’ve been self-conscious about how sweaty I had to be too.
“I don’t think I have any cum left in me,” he whispered, still out of breath.
I pulled back just enough so I could look at his face, raising a hand to bury it in the back of his head, tangling my fingers through his hair. “Let me check.”
He tossed his head back with a laugh. “No!”
He was grinning as his hands stroked my back, ribs, hips, and back up to my hair. He kissed me softly and sweetly as his gaze moved over my face before he hugged me again, chest to chest, his head tucking against the top of my head.
“Snack Pack?”
“Hmm?”
“I don’t need fancy houses or sweet kitchens, okay? Or these grand gestures like you driving up the day before one of the biggest games of your life. I just want you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t have these crazy expectations. You have so much pressure on you, and the last thing I want is to be one more thing you’ve got to work too hard at. Especially now, after today.”
His body tensed under mine, but I felt his hand stroke my back slowly, taking his time. His breathing was a little uneven, but it was there, puffing against my hair. “Kiddo, look at me.”
I sat up a little, just a little, so I could look at his face, and I smiled at him.
His hand stroked my ribs; his face was intent. “I’ll tell you as many times as I need to because I know you haven’t heard it enough and you deserve to, and because I like to say it too, all right? You’re important. You matter to me more than any game. Any practice. Anything. Where you go, I go. You are never gonna be something I have to schedule in. You are never not gonna be a priority to me.” He leaned forward and stroked my face then. “You’ve popped up into my life when I’ve needed you the most so far, and I’m gonna need you to stick around for the rest of it.” He paused. “We’re in this together, understand me?”
I understood. I understood big-time.
And somehow, I managed to pull one thought out of my head as I sat there looking at this man who I adored. That I would do anything for. Go anywhere for. “Does that mean… you’ll go to Disney with me when I reschedule my trip?”
His smile softened, and he pressed his forehead against mine, those warm fingertips tickling my back. “You better believe it, kiddo.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
About two months later, he kept his word.
We went to Disney World.
Zac waved at people as he held up a trophy as big as my niece, and I got to ride in the float he was on beside the driver, sucking it all up.
The papers, analysts, and commentators called it the “greatest upset in NFO history.” I called it Zac being cheap and knowing if he won the biggest game of his life, he could take me for free. Regardless of what anyone wanted to call it though, there was one thing I knew for sure.
Sometimes dreams really did come true.
One of mine just happened to be six foot three, two hundred and ten pounds, and had the cutest little peach butt in the world.
He had a name, and it was Zac.
And I knew this was just our beginning.
Epilogue
I tried to be as quiet as possible as I tiptoed into the bedroom, holding a glass of water in one hand and my dead cell in the other.