breath as he watched me, shaking his head. “What the fuck do you bring out in me?”
I laughed, wiping his cum from the corner of my mouth and sucking it off my finger. “The very best parts, I think.”
He smirked, eyes bouncing over every inch of me. “I made a mess.”
“Indeed, you did. But I think I have a solution.”
“Shower?”
I nodded, hopping up to my feet before I made my way over to him. “Join me?”
“Like that’s even a question,” he answered, claiming my lips. His fingers dragged a trail over the cum on my tits, my stomach, and he slid his fingers down more to rub my clit.
I shivered at the feel of his hot release on that sensitive bud, even more tender after climaxing. “You’re going to make me want round two if you keep touching me like that.”
Makoa just smiled against my kiss. “Isn’t that the whole point of the shower?”
I laughed, biting his lower lip before I released it.
And then I dragged that beast by the hand into the shower for what I was sure would be the first, but not the last time that night.
Makoa
It occurred to me over the next three weeks that I was really, really good at making excuses.
The conversations I’d had with Colby and Zach were not forgotten, but I’d say they were sort of like the ugly gift from a great aunt, the kind you smiled at and insisted would be used but then shoved to the farthest, darkest corner of your closet where neither you, nor anyone else, would ever see it.
I’d think about sitting Belle down and telling her everything, but then we’d have an amazing night on the town, or spend the day lounging at her place, or go exploring the city, and I couldn’t find it in me to ruin such a perfect day by bringing up something that wasn’t that big of a deal.
It can wait, I told myself.
Belle grew busier and busier as the weeks went on, too — thanks to a job she hadn’t planned on working on until October that was sprung on her early. There were days she was tied up at the office or on the construction site all day and night, where I wouldn’t see her at all. Other times, she’d work long hours and then rejoice when I surprised her at her place, even if it was just to lay on the couch together and say nothing.
I couldn’t tell her on an already long, bad day.
It can wait.
Work was picking up for me, too. With training camp quickly coming up, I spent every day on the field with Gerald, or working out on my own, pulling two-a-days and watching film to prep for what awaited me in Lake Forest. In a way, I was thankful Belle was busy, because I needed to devote time to my training if I wanted any chance of proving to coach he should keep me for the season.
With both of us busy, and so much going on… did I really need to add to it?
It can wait.
My thought cycle lived inside this tornado of reasoning until the very night before I left for training camp. This had been my original plan, anyway, and now that I was on the cusp of it, it just made sense to wait.
I’d go to camp, show the fuck out, and then come home and tell Belle everything.
For now, I had twelve hours before I had to show face at the stadium and be bussed over to Halas Hall for camp, and I planned on spending every minute of those hours wrapped up in Belle.
“I swear, cuddling with you is like cuddling a space heater,” she said, pushing me off her on my giant, oversized couch. She kicked the covers off her feet, too, making a face. “I’m practically sweating.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve always been like a furnace.” I wrapped her up again, holding her tight when she tried to squirm free. “And since I won’t see you for a while, you can just stop trying to get out of cuddles now.”
Belle snorted. “I can’t believe I’m even letting you cuddle me at all.”
“Not a big fan usually?”
Her pointed glare answered for her. “Three-date rule, remember? Belle Monroe is a strictly no-cuddle zone.”
“Until now,” I said, nuzzling her neck as I wrapped her up tighter. “Until me.”
“Don’t push your luck,” she threatened, but her arms were already wrapping around me, too, and she settled into my warmth