“Shit…” she said, that sleepy voice more alert, excitement rising an octave, breathy as she rushed to slip a condom over him.
Her ass was smaller than he remembered, the sides wider, but any thought of the differences now to how she had been at twenty got forgotten when Reese got to her knees, rubbing her pussy against his dick, holding it upright as she teased them both.
“Do it,” he told her, fingers twisting against the towels beneath him as that sweet, hot pussy got wetter. “Do it now, baby.”
“Fuck yes,” she hissed and dropped the teasing, slowly angling him until she was opening, sliding down, and each fraction of an inch felt hot and wet and so fucking good. “Oh, God. How did I go so long without this?”
“I don’t know,” he ground out, one hand on her hip as she worked over him. Ryder hissed himself, loving the feel of her, how she moved her hips in a figure eight, up and down, looping side to side, walls clamping. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He lifted his hips, steadying her as he pumped into her, fingers digging into her perfect naked flesh.
“Oh, God, baby. Yes,” she said, hovering now, steading herself on her feet, meeting him as he continued to shift upward. “Too…too long,” she managed, palms flat against his chest. “A week is too long…” Then she moved faster, pulling one of Ryder’s hands against her breast, wanting him to touch and squeeze and tease her, too, as her walls tightened, clamped harder, and her screams were deafening, loud as she came.
A week? The thought distracted him as he felt his own orgasm crawl close. No, that wasn’t right.
Ryder blinked, focus centering on the woman above him, the jiggle of her breasts as she continued to slap her pussy against him, her long, blonde hair falling over her face, hitting his chest as she moved. Blonde?
Shit.
Realization hit him just as his orgasm slammed into him, and Ryder was unable to think of anything other than the shudder and crest of his body as he came. He held his hands against whatever the fabric was beneath him, arching his back as the spasms went on and on.
“Fuck, baby. That was good,” Greer said, managing a small shudder before she slipped away from him and rolled off the mattress.
He lay there with one arm over his eyes, hearing only his slowing heartbeat and the pad of Greer’s feet as she walked into the bathroom. Then, the shower running, and her low, off key singing as she cleaned herself.
“Motherfucker,” he said.
No gym. No soft, folded towels.
No Reese naked and waiting for him.
“Mother. Fucker.”
The guilt felt like a brick settling in his gut. He should not feel this way. He had no ties to anyone anymore. Greer was there when he wanted her. She didn’t ask for anything from him. She didn’t want a ring or kids or a future beyond what would happen at the end of the night. The kiss with Reese had been nothing, and they were just getting close to some semblance of friendship again. Beyond that, he had no ties to Reese.
So why did Ryder feel like he’d done something monumentally wrong?
And why in God’s name had it been Reese’s face he saw, her sweet, supple body he thought he felt over him? More to the point, why the hell had Ryder gotten pissed when he spotted Wilson standing next to Reese as he left the parking garage?
He sighed, tearing back the thick duvet cover from his body and lurching upright. If he smoked, he’d do that now. If he thought Greer would leave him alone, he’d grab a shower with her, but that would only have her thinking he wanted another fuck.
He didn’t. Not with her.
Hell.
Ryder didn’t want to fuck Greer anymore. The realization didn’t sting him as much as the other thought darting around his head like a mosquito looking for tender flesh to bite.
He didn’t want to fuck Greer anymore because she wasn’t Reese.
She never would be.
12.
RYDER
Game One, Regular Season
RYDER NEVER LIKED PLAYING South Carolina. Their quarterback was talented, but not humble. Their defensive line was too aggressive and damn full of themselves. The team, as a whole, seemed to see the game as a battle. They were soldiers on the front lines and anyone not wearing the same uniform was the enemy.
They also seemed a little too eager to fuck with the Steamers’ new kicker. That