me already, understanding what I needed, Rhys reached between my legs and rolled his thumb over my clit.
The intense tension broke, my cry of pleasure filling the loft as Rhys pounded into me, wave after wave of my voluptuous orgasm driving him closer to his. Finally, he tensed, his face taut, his fingers biting on my outer thighs. And then his hips jerked uncontrollably as his hoarse cry of release joined the echoes of my own.
He slumped, still flexing slowly in and out of me as he rested his forehead on my shoulder.
Holding Rhys to me, I slid my arms around his back, caressing him over his shirt and wishing we were naked. He turned his head and nuzzled my neck, making my legs instinctively tighten around his waist.
“You know,” I said, my voice soft, quiet, “there are some people who believe an athlete should abstain from sex. That the frustration boosts aggression and energy for a game or a fight.”
Rhys lifted his head, his expression relaxed except for his eyes. “Where you going with this, Tink?”
“I just wanted to confirm that I’m not interfering with your training.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You know what my answer to that is?”
I shook my head.
Rhys gripped my waist and pulled out of me. I immediately wanted him back. “We’re going to clean up. You first, then me. By the time I get out of the bathroom, you’re going to be naked on my bed waiting for my mouth. Then you’re going to give me your mouth because I’ve been dreaming about it wrapped around my cock since we first met. And you’re not leaving my bed until both of us are fucking exhausted from coming our brains out.”
Renewed heat shot straight to my core. “That is a very, very good answer.”
He grinned, and then I squealed in delight as he hauled me off the table and carried me to his bathroom.
Then we spent the rest of the afternoon coming our brains out.
And it was spectacular.
Until afterward, as I lay sated and sweaty in his bed, my legs tangled with his. I reached for him, caressing the backs of my fingers down his chest that was now damp with perspiration. “We need to come up with a game plan for Fairchild.”
Rhys’s sigh was one of pure exasperation. “I don’t want to talk about him when we’re in bed. It’s almost enough to turn me off for the rest of the day.”
I sighed with my own frustration. “He’s a problem that’s not going away anytime soon.”
“Yeah, and I’m making him my problem. No way is he going to fuck with you, and that means I don’t want you worrying about this shit.” Rhys sat up, swinging his legs off the bed.
“He’s our problem and where are you going?”
He stood but then put a knee on the bed to bend over and press a quick kiss to my lips. “Gotta train, Tinker Bell. Up to you if want to hang around. Would shower with you but we both know where that’ll lead so better I don’t.”
A flutter of nerves flickered to life in my belly as he strode into his bathroom and shut the door. It bothered me he didn’t want to talk about Fairchild when we talked about other stuff that was just as important and personal.
And suddenly, it bothered me that instead of talking about Fairchild and the fight, he’d used sex to release his frustration. Okay, the sex obviously didn’t bother me, but … well, now I felt like I’d just been dismissed.
The sudden wall he’d put up between us was confusing.
Ugh. Was it even a wall?
Was I overthinking this?
The shower turned on, and as I sat on Rhys’s bed, waiting to use his shower after him, I did what I always did and spent way too much time in my own head.
Twenty
Rhys
Life was strange. One aspect of it could be going great while other parts gave you hell. For the first time in years, I felt happy. It was weird. She made me truly happy in a way I didn’t know how to deal with; I’d never been like this with a woman. I went about my day like a giddy goof, smiling continuously, my insides flipping and twitching with anticipation of seeing her again. Once I had my hands on her, it was bliss. Pure, freaking bliss.
Parker was fun. She made me laugh. And she made me horny as hell. I’d turned into a horny-ass poet. Dean was amused at my