The Way We Score: A small-town, accidental pregnancy, sports romance. (The Bradford Boys)

Garrett’s arms surround me, and I close my eyes, letting the high of his kisses vibrate through me. He fucks me so well, stretching and filling me until I can’t take any more. He’s demanding and possessive, claiming me, and I’ve missed him so much.

Lifting my chin, I press my lips to his, opening his mouth and swiping his tongue with mine. He rolls me onto my back, taking charge and kissing me deeper before moving his lips to my cheek.

Stretching my body, I moan. “Say it again.”

“What do you want me to say?” His voice is so calm, his blue eyes gazing into my soul.

So many things.

“Say I’m your girl.”

Exhaling a chuckle, he leans down to kiss my nose as he holds my naked body flush with his. “You’re my girl, Liv. Always.”

Dipping my chin, I rest my cheek against his chest. I want to say so many more things. I want to make promises and plans, but right now I’m satisfied in the cocoon of his embrace, basking in this step we’ve taken.

We’re home. I’m in his arms. It’s right, and I never want to leave this place. I always want to be his.

“Losing you was the worst thing I’ve ever done.” His voice is quiet, and I tighten my fingers against his back. “You were always so smart and strong and beautiful. I was always so proud to be with you, to be your guy. I wanted everyone to know you belonged to me.”

His voice is low, almost like he’s starting to sleep, and I hug him tighter thinking about this. I think about how hard I worked to be something special, a girl my father would be proud of.

I don’t know if my father was ever proud of me, but this man was.

“Now you’re having my baby, and I realize…” His lips trace a line over my brow. “I didn’t know what being proud meant.”

My eyes squeeze, and my fingers curl as I hold him tighter. “The happiest times of my life have all been with you, Liv.”

His hand cups the back of my head, and it’s true. Sleep pushes against my eyes, and I curl to the side. Being in his arms is the best place to rest.

The moon glows through my window when I wake to warm kisses sliding up my back. My nipples tighten as his lips move into my hair, behind my ear, pulling the skin of my neck gently between his teeth.

Heat rises in my core, and my insides are slippery wet. It’s tingling and electric, and the added scuff of his beard makes me moan. He smiles against my skin and cups my breasts, squeezing and lifting, rolling the tips between his fingers.

“Are you still horny?” He pulls my earlobe, and I nod.

“Yes.”

“What do you want?”

“The tip.”

“Where?” A smile is in his voice, and my stomach trembles with anticipation.noveldrama

“In my ass.”

His low groan makes me whimper. Large hands grip my butt cheeks, squeezing and massaging, and I rub my knees together with need.

“This sweet little ass wants my cock?” His beard scuffs the side of my neck.

“Yes…” I nod, shuddering as my back arches.

My tingling nipples point to the ceiling, and I put my hand between my legs to stroke my clit.

He dips two fingers into my dripping core then slides the wetness higher, over my tightest hole. Gently pushing a finger inside, I drop my head back against his shoulder with a moan.

“You’re so wet,” he groans in my ear. “It’s not enough for this.”

“The nightstand drawer…”

He moves quickly. My eyes are closed, and I hear the click of a cap.

Turning my face to his, I kiss his cheek. “You’re the only person I do this with.”

“Me too,” a dark chuckle. “It’s our little secret.”

My nose wrinkles, and I breathe a laugh, thinking of us as curious teenagers, believing we were being so bad.

Holding my jaw, he consumes my mouth. Our tongues curl, and his hand slides across my stomach, around my waist as he pulls me closer. Heat ripples out from his touch, and he lifts his mouth to my ear.

“I’d never hurt you, Liv.” From the first time we did this, he’s always so careful with me.

His lips return to my neck as he coats my ass with lube, inserting one finger, then two. His hard cock is at my hip, and I reach down to stroke and pull it. It’s big like everything about him, and my fingers don’t meet when I wrap them around his shaft.

Another groan as I cup and circle my palm over the tip. His hand joins mine, coating his erection in lube.

We stroke him several more times as he pants, then I return my fingers to my clit.

Energy tightens my stomach as he approaches me. Guiding his cock to the small entrance, he takes his time, slowly increasing the pressure as the muscle starts to relax.

My eyes squeeze, and my jaw drops as I massage my clit faster. His face is at my ear again, and he starts to groan when his tip pops through the tight ring.

“Fuck, Liv…” It’s a husky groan, and my hips bend as sensation radiates through my pelvis.

His thrusts are shallow but fast. He fucks my ass like he’s losing his mind, and it shoots thrills of pleasure through my pussy to the arches of my feet.

It’s so dirty and so hot, hearing his moans turn to ragged grunts. He swears, gripping my hips, pressing his teeth to my shoulder.

My orgasm twists tighter, irresistibly tight, and wetness is on my inner thighs. His thrusting becomes erratic, his breath shaky gasps. My stomach is tight, and my fingers circle faster.

Another deep groan, another swear, and he thrusts deeper, stretching my ass wider.

“Garrett,” I cry, and my body breaks.

Orgasm electrifies my core, shaking my legs, and I bend forward, circling harder as I wail.

Another two pumps, and he lifts his chin, coming with a shout. He reaches down to pull out gently, and hot come spills onto my trembling thighs. He jerks himself off fast, groaning low as he finishes, more hot liquid on my lower back.

We’re both panting, like we’ve just run a mile.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot.” Kissing between my shoulders, he looks down at what we’ve done. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I’m in his arms, and he carries me to the shower. My head is tucked against his neck as we wait for the water to heat, and he cups my chin, pulling my mouth to his in a devouring kiss.

My lips part, and his tongue curls and strokes mine. He nips at my top lip then my bottom before kissing me again, moving to my cheek and the tip of my nose. “I lost it when you came.”

Blinking my eyes, I grin up at him. “I could tell.”

“You’re going to be shitting come tomorrow, sorry.”

“Oh my God.” I snort, burying my face in his neck. “I should never have told you that.”

He cups my chin, kissing me again, long and slow, before he stands, carrying me into the shower. My eyes consume him. He’s a gorgeous statue of male perfection. Broad shoulders are rounded with muscles. Defined biceps, veined forearms, large hands.

Lines of muscle stripe his ribs, his stomach, leading to that luscious V wrapping over his hips to his long, thick cock. His thighs are defined and powerful, and he wastes no time working up a lather and cleaning his dick thoroughly before moving to me.

His talented hands massage my breasts, teasing my nipples before making their way down to my stomach.

Dropping to his knees, he pauses to eat my pussy. Slow strokes of his tongue are followed by quick, little sucks. He holds me to his face, and I ride it, loving the feel of his beard against my inner thighs. He keeps going until my legs buckle, and he has to hold me up through the orgasm melting my knees.

Straightening, he spends a little more time on my breasts, nibbling and sucking them, before lifting me off my feet and fucking me hard against the wall.

I’m completely boneless by the time he carries me to bed again. My back is against his chest, and I’m wrapped up tight in his arms like always.

My hunger is satisfied, and a little smile curls my lips as I drift to sleep, perfectly spent and so happy.