His voice gets quieter, but he’s still smirking.
“I’ve been explaining football to you for the last twenty minutes. When were you going to stop me? Because I was ready to run plays.”
“You’re a lunatic.” I chuckle, picking a dry piece of face mask from his face. “You know that, right?”
He nods and tips his head toward the bedroom, and I follow without hesitation, not even asking why. We walk into the bathroom, but as he heads to the tub, turning it on, I do the same to the shower. Neither of us says a thing; we just follow each other’s lead.
I drag my tank over my head, glancing over my shoulder because his hand is already on my waist.
“Rinse here? Soak there?”
I nod as we both step into the massive shower, letting the water rinse off our bodies, making the floor of the shower look like when the rain washes away chalk drawings.
I reach up, wiping my fingers over his smooth neck, and he does the same to me.
Crew and I stand under the warm water beating down on us, silently washing each other off before he runs his hands over my hair, squeezing the water out of it.
“Bath?”
“Yes, please.”
The shower cuts off, and his hand slips into mine, our bare bodies walking in step to the tub. I’m helped inside before he lowers himself in, making the water rise almost to the top.
I chuckle, floating my hands over the top of the warmth and staring across at him.
“This is nice.”
This, as in all of this…him, me, the last few weeks.
He nods, cupping a handful of water and splashing it over his face before running his hands over my legs and tucking my feet on either side of him.
The thought that’s been trying to fucking assault me for the last week finally tumbles out.
“It’s crazy to think we have a little less than a week left of this unholy matrimony.”
I lay my head back, not wanting to see the look on his face. Because if it’s utter relief, that’ll sting.
“Yeah. Damn. We survived.”
I can’t really make out what his voice sounds like. Not that it has to sound like anything. Ugh, I’m being gross. Shut up, Eleanor.
“So,” he says with my favorite amount of gravel in his voice. “What do you want to do for your final countdown in Crew paradise?”
I laugh and open my eyes, lifting my head as he runs his hands down my legs and sits up.
“Paradise? Someone has good self-esteem. I love that for you. Don’t ever give in to what everyone says. You really are almost as cute as Brady.”
He jerks me forward, making me squeal and the water splash.
“Almost as cute? Imma hold you under this bathwater.”
I laugh as his fingers begin to knead my sides.
“Fine,” I whisper, feeling warmer. “You’re way cuter. And if I could make a request for my last meal before I’m freed, I’d like—”
To emphasize the filth, I lean in and whisper the details in his ear. His groan is all I need to make me smile as I draw back and look at him.
Crew’s eyes dip to the swells of my breasts before lazily making their way back to my face.
“What do you want from me?” I whisper before pressing a kiss to his chin. “The last supper, so to speak.”
“Scream my name?”
“Try again.”
He reaches down between us, fisting his cock, and grabs my ass with his other hand, lifting me as he says, “Then come to field day. It’s my one last thing with the Raiders. That’s what I want.”
I don’t know what it is, but I nod as my chest rises and falls, anticipating what’s about to happen. There’s no foreplay, no buildup. Crew just stares into my eyes as the tip of his cock presses at my entrance before he slowly slides me down, filling me until he bottoms out.
I gasp, “Oh fuck.”
And he groans, running his massive hands up my back.
I wrap my arms around him, rocking my pussy into him, in heaven as he slowly glides in and out.
There are no words, just our breath mingling as we drag our lips over each other’s flesh but never kiss.
His hands dip into the water, lifting to wet my hair and slick it back. So I let my head fall back as I ride him, feeling my pussy contract around his cock.
We’re just fucking, raw and uninhibited as his palm massages my breast before his mouth closes around my nipple.
I suck in another breath, weaving my fingers through his hair as I rise and fall over and over, pressing my tits against him the moment they’re abandoned.
This is exactly what I need at this moment.
To be connected to him. Everywhere.
Crew’s hand locks on my hips as he thrusts inside me, taking over. Water splashes around us, but I’m only focused on how good it feels. His cock stretches me, making my breath catch when he hammers inside my tight pussy all the way.
He moans against the curve of my neck, licking my skin and kissing it before his arms lock tightly around me, guiding my body flat against his as he lies back.
Oh fuck. It creates friction on my clit, and he knows it because Crew starts moving me up and down.
Every piece of him fucking me.
I’m panting, picking up the pace as I hold him close to me, my arm wrapped around his neck. God, it feels so fucking good. My swollen clit rubs along his tight stomach as his dick fills me.
Fuck. Yes.
I can feel that twinge, the need. My clit throbs, screaming for more. I wrap my wet arms around him tighter, sliding up and down his body, whimpering as his hands grip my ass, forcing me even closer, grinding my body against him as he fucks my pussy.
Water’s slapping between us as our mouths huff hot air.
I grip his neck harder, panting, biting my lip and almost drawing blood as I try to spread my knees wider, wanting my whole pussy dragging over his body.
Stuttered cries fall from my lips as I scream his name in my mind. Building and building, stomach tightening until I press into him, still falling over the edge and feeling my pussy contract around his cock.
“Wild Card,” he groans, thrusting hard one last time as we both fall into bliss, coming together.
My body quakes as I hold on to him, goose bumps blooming everywhere.
His lips press to my shoulder as I release my arms. They almost hurt from the tension, but with each deep exhale, they slink away from him until they’re by my sides and my head is laid on his chest.
“Damn,” he breathes out heavily.
I nod lazily in agreement.
“Want to order burgers?” he adds.
And I laugh.
Goddamn him. I really want to move to Italy.
thirty
“He’s everything I never wanted.”
eleanor
“Holy shit, this place is so much bigger than I expected it to be.”
Millie laughs on the other end of the phone.
“What do you mean? It’s a football stadium.”
I laugh too because that’s not what I meant, and now I just look like I’m stupid.
“No. I’m at the practice center. Not the stadium.” I’m searching over the players warming up in the indoor field. “I don’t see him, and it looks like the whole team is here.”
“See, you should have gone with the person he sent to pick you up,” she says all sassy, like she was there to tell me better.
I step up onto a silver bench, trying for a better vantage point.