three fingers inside her now, massaging her walls, hitting her G-spot over and over. She leaned back on her elbows, her body arched, her pussy greedy as he pounded his fingers inside her, touching deep and certain, loving the way her face looked, the expressions tortured and teased and wonderfully desperate for more of what he gave her.
“Is this what you like, baby? Me touching you hard and deep?” When Reese nodded, but didn’t speak, Ryder bent forward, taking one nipple between his teeth. “Tell me,” he said, nibbling hard enough that Reese moaned loud.
“Yes! Ay dios, yes,” she wailed, lifting herself to her palms as Ryder worked his fingers fast, fast enough that he felt her wall tighten the grip edging him further. “There…oh papi, yes!” Two last strokes and Reese came, body shaking, arms trembling as she rocked against his hand, as though she needed to ride the wave for as long as possible.
He didn’t want it to end. Not like that. While she was coming down from her orgasm, Ryder pulled her free from his touch, hurrying to dig a condom from his wallet and ready himself, zipper down, cock in his hand, covered now as he stroked himself.
Reese bit her lip, staring down at him stroking himself, like she was starving and only Ryder had what could fill her up. She looked away from his dick, her gaze snapping to his. “Now,” she said, pulling on his shoulder. “Right now.”
Ryder pulled on her hips as she gripped his neck, and their bodies met, slid together in a quick, hot rush, and he groaned, feeling right and well and everything he thought he’d never be again just by being inside her again.
“God…ah…God,” he said, kissing her hard, working inside like he needed each thrust, each jerk of his hips to touch and connect them. “You feel…Reesie…you feel so good.”
“Baby,” she gasped, nails up his neck, then down onto his shoulders. “Do me harder, Ry, please. I want to feel you deep.”
He obliged, picking up one leg to rest it over his shoulder. With his free hand he held her other leg against the counter, and each thrust he gave her, Reese met in perfect time. They were dancing now, moving together like they’d never stopped. Like there hadn’t been one day that separated them all this time.
“I’m…going to come again,” she warned him, and Ryder moved quicker, hips bucking, mouth back to her breast, thumb on her clit. “Yes! Right…there!”
He watched her fall apart, feeling overwhelmed. She was so beautiful, with the rawest emotions working over her angular face. Then Reese bit her lip, the orgasm crashing and cresting, showing itself in her features. That look alone had Ryder following. Her clamped walls became like a vise, milking, coaxing enough that Ryder could not stand the sight of her.
He fell apart, mouth to hers, tongues brushing, hands firms and secure, holding him to her as he fell blissfully apart.
“Ry?” she said, moments later, her body as sweetly sticky as his.
“Hmm?” It was all the answer he could manage.
“I love you.”
He smiled then, feeling home and safe and braver than he’d ever been before. He sat up then, lips touching, kiss thorough and Ryder held her face.
“Hell, Reesie, I love you, too. Always have. Always will.”
EPILOGUE
REESE
APRIL 2018
NFL DRAFT
REESE HAD NEVER BEEN to Philly. In fact, the only thing she knew about the city was that it was where Will Smith had been “born and raised.” She smiled at the stupid internal joke and let Gia squeeze her hand when the announcement overhead called for her to make her way to the stage.
It might have been unheard of for a current player to announce a new draft pick, but Reese herself was a little unheard of and this particular player would be, too.
She nodded to the commissioner as he gestured toward the podium, blinking as the lights around her moved like they were signaling some manic SOS message with hundreds of flashing lights. Reese had grown accustomed to the attention she pulled from the media, especially since she and Ryder had officially come out as a couple a good two months after their loss to Minnesota in the division game.
But being accustomed to something didn’t mean she had to like it.
“Good afternoon,” she said, adjusting the mic in front of her. She found the camera, smiling at it and tried not to laugh out loud. Ryder had asked her a question, one she’d refused to answer. One he demanded