Camp’s finally over, so I pack up my stuff in my hotel room. Since the team doesn’t want us getting spoiled and soft, we’ve been staying in a budget hotel with hard mattresses, no room service, and basic cable. Definitely no bellhop. Eager to get home, I throw my bags over my shoulder then lug my stuff to the parking lot. Leaning against my truck, looking as gorgeous as ever, is my girl with a big smile. I drop my bags, and she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist while I kiss her senseless.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she says when we finally break for air. Her chin is pink from my scruff. “A month is just way too long.”
“We got four hours together then had to spend four weeks apart. Our exchange rate sucks.” I almost tell her that married guys get to go home during camp rather than stay with the team, but she’s not ready to hear that yet.
After giving me a quick peck, she jumps down. “Let’s get out of here. Everyone’s waiting for us at your mom and dad’s. Katie made ribs.”
I completely forgot about dinner. As mouthwatering as Mom’s ribs are, I’d really been looking to spend the night at home with Ari. Hopefully I can convince her to come home with me tonight. Then I get ribs and the girl.
I toss my bags into the back of my truck. I’m about to tell her to follow me when I look around the lot. “Where’s your car?”
“Charlie dropped me off so we could sneak in a little alone time before we spend the rest of the night with the fam.” Opening the passenger side, she winks. “You should take the long way.”
God, I love my sister.
Sliding her fingers through mine as I pull out of the parking lot, she chats away. Since we’ve barely been able to talk while I was at camp, she fills me in on all things she’s been up to. She looks good. Not just beautiful—she always looks beautiful. She looks happy. Really truly happy. It’s a sight to behold.
“I went to see Wallace,” she says. “He told me about everything you’ve done. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I shrug. “You needed me, so I took care of it. I didn’t think twice. There’ll be times when I need you, and I know you’ll step up without hesitation and do everything that needs to be done. That’s how this works. We’re a team, Ari. I’d never let you down.”
We come to a red light, and she leans across the bench and kisses me. “I can never thank you enough for everything you’ve done.”
The light turns green, and I smirk. “I’m sure I can think of a few ways.”
She winks. “I’m sure you can, but before you let your imagination get too carried away, I have something I want to talk to you about.”
I guess a few minutes of carefree, sexually charged banter is too much to ask. “Go for it.”
“I want to ask for a DNA test. Wallace said I should leave it alone. What do you think?”
I knew this would come back up at some point. Ari’s been distracted by so many other issues, but there was no way she would let this go. “When I talked to Blake, he was adamant he wanted nothing to do with your father’s estate, but part of that could have been him trying to prove he wasn’t like his mother. He’s not after money or fame. Maybe if you explain you just want to know if he’s related, he’ll be more open to it. If it’s really important to you, ask him.”
She nods. “It is. I need to know. Your mom’s been trying to get me to work with the foundation, and I just can’t seem to do it. As childish as this sounds, I’m still too angry with my parents. I don’t think I can get past this until I know one way or another. His paternity won’t change anything one way or the other. My parents still did what they did, but right now, it’s just sitting there unresolved. Like a festering wound unable to heal. Once I know, hopefully I can start to let it go. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
“Sounds like you know your answer,” I say as I park my truck in my parents’ driveway. “I support you whatever you decide. No matter how it turns out, I’ll be there for you.”
Dinner is delicious, and it’s good to see everyone, but this is the last place I want to be right now. I’m tired, sore, and just want to be alone with Ari. I charge into Super Son mode and clear all the dishes and put away all the leftovers. Before Mom can offer dessert, I hug and kiss everyone then whisk Ari out of there.
“I think I wanted pie,” she says with a smirk as I race her to the truck. “We should go back.”
“I promise what I have in mind is way better than pie.”
When we walk in, Ari drops her purse on the table in the foyer. “You promised me something better than pie. Your mom’s strawberry-rhubarb pie is one of my most favorite things on the planet, so whatever you’re offering better be pretty damn special.”
Reaching behind her back, she unzips her dress then lets it fall to the floor, revealing her ridiculously sexy black lingerie. My cock hardens as I take in the view. She’s stunning, and she’s mine. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
With lust burning in her eyes, she stalks toward me then stops, almost as though she’s presenting herself as a lace-covered present for me to unwrap. “So are you going to put your money where your mouth is?”
“I’m going to put my mouth on something, all right.”
After throwing her over my shoulder, I carry her upstairs to my bedroom. Her perfect ass is right next to my face, and I can’t help giving her a little bite along the way. From the way she giggles and squirms, I’m not sure who enjoyed it more.
When I get to my room, I place her on the edge of the bed and kneel before her. She grabs my shirt and pulls me to her then kisses me. I cup her face, softly running my thumbs along her jaw. Ari’s skin is so sensitive that the softest touch in just the right place drives her wild. When I run my finger behind her ear then toy with her earlobe, her kiss becomes more eager. By the time I reach the nape of her neck, she’s in a complete frenzy.
I run my hands down her back and unhook her bra then slide the straps down her shoulders, exposing her spectacular breasts. Ari pulls away to pull it off her arms and tosses it across the room. Her body trembles when I take her nipple into my mouth. Her back arches as I suck and swirl, moving my hand to her left breast so I can use my fingers to mimic my tongue. Her moans become louder, almost desperate.
Reaching between her legs, I push her panties to the side then glide my finger between her lips. The moment I touch her, her head tilts back and she moans. She’s hot, dripping wet. The way she grinds against my hand, I know she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. The delicious scent of her arousal hits me, and I can’t hold back any longer. I pull off her thong then then bury my face between her legs.
Spreading her lips slightly with my fingers, I run my tongue through her wetness with one long lick. “I almost forgot how good you taste.”
As I lave her clit, her body quivers. Normally I would draw this out. Tease her. Make her beg for it. But I can tell from the way her body reacts that she’s ready and eager to come. It’s been months and months—I think she’s waited long enough.
She rocks her hips, essentially fucking my mouth. As I move my tongue faster, she runs her fingers through my hair. When I suck on her, she fists my hair. I know the harder she pulls, the closer she is. I pull her clit between my teeth and flick my tongue across it as I glide two fingers inside her. Her back arches, and she screams in pleasure as she comes.
She pants, and her body begins to relax. “Holy hell, that was… there are no words for what that was.” She sits up and reaches for my belt.
I pull away. “What do you think you’re doing?” She may think she’s done, but she’d be wrong. I’m going back for more.
She pouts. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”
She reaches for me again, but I grab her hand and bring her wrist to my mouth. “I’m not done, blondie. This is only half-time.”
I kiss her wrist, teasing her pulse point with my tongue. She bites her lip as her body relaxes, and I dive back between her thighs. The moment I put my mouth on her, she tries to scoot back on
the bed, but I grab her hips and pull her back to me.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Her body tenses. “I can’t.” She still sounds breathless from her orgasm. “I’m too sensitive.”
I kiss the inside of her thigh. “Do you trust me?”
She looks at me. “Yes.”
“Then trust me with your body.” I continue to kiss up her leg toward her knee. “It may have been a while, but I know your body. Even better than you do. I know what you can handle.” I lightly blow over the trail of kisses. A smile spreads across her face as she shivers slightly. “All you have to do is trust me.”
Closing her eyes, her head falls back to the bed, giving me her silent approval. The tension in her body dissipates as I run my fingertips along her body. Occasionally I run my fingers along her pussy, but her legs tense and she tries to slide a little farther away, so I move to another part of her body. I’m a patient man with nothing on my agenda other than making her scream. When I finally touch her and she releases a soft moan, I know she’s ready for more.
If I come on too strong, the sensation will be too much and she’ll pull away, so I start off gently, softly, almost teasing her. Soon she’s moving her hips, seeking increased friction. The louder she moans, the faster I move my tongue around her clit. Within seconds, she comes undone again. Breathless, she sits up and kisses me, completely unfazed my mouth and chin are dripping with her juices.
“I need you,” she whispers between kisses.
I pull off my shirt as she tugs at my belt buckle. I step away from the bed then kick off my shoes. I quickly remove my pants and boxers, freeing my painfully hard cock. Moving farther back on the bed, Ari rests her head on a pillow. I lie next to her and run my fingers up and down her arm.
Admiring her gorgeous body, still glowing from her orgasms, I say, “You’re so beautiful.”
She leans forward and kisses me. I push myself up and move my body over hers, bearing my weight on my arms so I don’t crush her. I nudge her legs apart with my knees then position myself at her entrance. Closing my eyes, I ready for the moment I’ve been dreaming about for months, praying I don’t come instantly. I’m about to slide into her when her whole body tenses.
“Wait,” she says, gently pushing me back.
Two seconds ago I saw only lust in her eyes; now all I see is worry. The panic in her voice cuts me like a knife. Oh fuck, what did I do?
I sit back on my heels to give her a little space. “What’s wrong?”
She nibbles her bottom lip. “We can’t. I’m not back on birth control yet.”
“Oh,” is all I can manage to say. Birth control is about the furthest thing from my mind, but the panicked look in her eyes tells me it’s all she’s thinking about. I feel like a prick. I need the blood to leave my dick and return to my brain for a second so I can think about something other than fucking her.
A light bulb goes off. Condoms. We don’t need the pill if we have condoms!
Fuck, do I have any condoms? I can’t remember the last time I needed one. I rummage through my nightstand and find one in the back corner.
“We’re in luck,” I say, holding up the foil package. Looking down to tear it open, I see the fine print and my face falls. “Damn. Expired.” Despite knowing I’m going to have a giant set of blue balls, I try not to appear too disappointed.
“I’m really sorry,” she says, the tension in her voice unmistakable. “I should have thought of it earlier, but I got caught up in the moment. I shouldn’t have started something I wasn’t prepared to finish.” She gives me a weak smile. “It’s your fault for being so damn sexy. You make me lose my head.”
Tossing the condom in the trash can, I sit in front of her on the bed, put my hand on her knee, and rub my thumb back and forth. “You have nothing to feel sorry about. I didn’t think about it either. If you weren’t comfortable, then you did the absolute right thing by telling me to stop. It would crush me if we had sex but your heart wasn’t in it. Plus, we already did my favorite part.” I wink. “I don’t need anything else.”
She glances at my still-hard cock. “I think he thinks otherwise.” Her concern and worry fades and is replaced with a sexy smirk. “Just because we can’t have sex doesn’t mean we can’t do other things. I have a few ideas of how to pass the time.”
Starting at my neck, she runs her tongue down my body, kissing, sucking, nipping. As she leans up to kiss me, her hand creeps down my abs, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. Gradually, she moves south until her hand is just centimeters from my cock. My body tenses with anticipation of her touch.
Pulling away, she breaks our kiss. “Hold that thought.” She winks then leaves the room.
She’s killing me, and based on that naughty smirk, she knows it too. She’s up to something—I just have no idea what. I’m sitting up, leaning against the headboard, when she returns to the room with a devious glint in her eye.
“Miss me?” she asks as she strides across the room.
“Always,” I reply.
After crawling across the bed, she settles between the V of my legs. Ari waggles her eyebrows then smiles, showing me a mint between her teeth. Oh shit. She did this once when we were teenagers, and I came so hard I couldn’t move for an hour. My dick hardens like steel at the memory.
Leaning forward slowly, she takes my shaft into her mouth. Holy fuck! The coolness of the mint against my skin feels incredible. She sucks hard for a second then pulls back, making a popping sound as my dick leaves her mouth. Pursing her lips, she blows minty air over me, making my whole body tingle. Jesus, I could come from this alone.
My body shudders as she runs her tongue along the ridge of my tip. The effect of the mint is fading, but she doesn’t need it. Her touch alone drives me crazy. Looking at me through hooded eyes, she makes eye contact as she teases my cock with flicks of her tongue. God damn, she’s so fucking sexy. Not just because she’s sucking my cock but her confidence. She knows what she’s doing to me, and she fucking loves it.
Clearly not in a rush, Ari takes her time rotating between licking, sucking, and swirling her tongue around the tip of my cock. It’s the most delicious torture. She’ll suck hard and fast, and just as my body tenses, preparing to come, she slows down.
I grip her hair as she takes me deep, fucking me with her mouth. She moans, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. Her lips feel so good around my cock, I don’t want it to end. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been with her that I want this to last. But as hard as I fight the urge to come, Ari’s mouth is a force to be reckoned with. I feel my orgasm mounting. She takes me deeper, sucking harder. I can’t hold back any longer. I explode into her mouth, and she continues to suck until I finish coming.
Ari collapses next to me on the bed.
“I’d kiss you, but I don’t think I can move,” I say, my body still tingling.
She wipes the corner of her mouth. “The sign of a job well done.” She grabs the blanket, pulls it over us, then lies next to me. She lays her head on my chest.
I run my fingers through her hair. “Worth missing pie?”
She giggles. God, how I love that giggle. “Most definitely.”
The alarm goes off the next morning.
“I don’t want to go,” I groan.
Resting her head on my chest, Ari wraps her arms around my mid-section. “Then don’t go.”
“Who are you, and what have you done with my girlfriend? The Ari I know would be kicking my ass and telling me I’m the starting quarterback so I’d better start acting like it.”
She pulls the covers over us. “This is older, wiser, hasn’t spent enough time with you Ari. She says stay in bed all day.”
The alarm goes off again. “Okay, I’m getting up.”
She looks up at me. “When will I see you?”
I kiss her. “I have no idea what time I’ll be done. With this week being a Thursday night game, I think today’s going to be a long day.”
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After the way your special teams played last week, you guys have a lot to work on. I guess I’ll just see you when I see you.”
“I hate that answer,” I reply. “There has to be a better way. You know how this will go. One day apart will turn into two. Then two will turn into a week. One week will turn into a month. There has to be a better plan. It’s not enough. I’m selfish.”
“We knew it would be like this during the season. Last season, how many nights did I hear from you when you were still at the field at ten or eleven at night? That’s how you win Super Bowls.”
I softly tickle her under her ribs. “Ah, see, my girlfriend was in there all along.”
Squirming and gently pushing my hand away, she laughs. “I guess I can’t help it. I am who I am.”
Knowing I’m about to rock the boat, I place a kiss on the spot on the crook of her neck that always makes her squirm. “What if I were to ask you to be here when I get home?”
Her laughter fades, and her tone turns serious as her whole body tenses. “We’ve been back together for a nanosecond. Don’t you think that would be rushing it?”
Trying to keep her from shutting down, I run my fingers up and down her arm with a feather-light touch. “I’m not saying move in. I’m just saying stay over.” All the time. And you bring all your stuff over. And you change your address.
She turns her head so that she’s facing me. “I will. But it’s not like I’ll never see you. We’ll make it work. This is how our relationship has always been. Precious stolen moments. I’m not sure we’d know what to do if we were around each other full time.”
And the time and distance tore us apart every time. But I can’t say that. I promised we’d move slowly. “Will you at least consider it? You can’t stay at Charlie’s forever.”
“I think it’s almost time to leave Charlie and Spencer’s. I’ve had the best time staying with her, and I swear we’re closer now than we’ve ever been, but I’m ready. Spence is on a long trip though, so I want to stay and keep her company. But when he gets back, I think I’ll go back home. I don’t need a nanny anymore. I probably never did, but it felt like it at the time. Moving home will be good for me.”
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