so fast because you were so tight and so perfect, and it was finally happening. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m so, so sorry I blew it. I wanted everything to be right and then there you were so damn beautiful, and I lost my shit like a kid would do.”
“Blaine, I don’t know what I’m doing either. If anyone blew it, it was me. I should have told you. And I also should have told you I wasn’t really enjoying myself and had you known, you could have explained why. And you know what? I love you too, you big lummox. I guess I thought you already knew, and you just didn’t want me because of your reputation.”
I lean in and slide my fingers along either side of her jaw. With a little tug, I pull her out of the chair and into my arms where she belongs. Where she’s never, ever going to leave if I have anything to say about it.
“Cora, my so-called reputation is nothing more than my teammates talking smack. I have no experience outside some college frat boy shit and messing around with the team groupies. When it came right down to it, I just couldn’t do it. Whenever I had another woman in front of me, I saw your face. It felt like a betrayal.”
“Really?”
I put my hand over hers and move both of them to my heart. “This belongs to you, Cora. This and anything else you want. Forever. If you can forgive me, I want to try again. I’ll make it so good for you this time. I promise. We’ll figure it out together. It can take time for two people to get on the same page sexually. But I will not stop until you come this time—even if it takes all night. Will you try?”
She nods and her hands move to my chest, feeling my muscles beneath my t-shirt. “I want you, Blaine. So much. I couldn’t even stay mad at you for two weeks this time. I want to try again.”
“I’ve been itching to peel this dress off you ever since you waltzed into Spud’s looking like a goddess. And when Kane said he wanted you, I had to restrain myself from throat punching him.”
A small smile tugs at those lips I want to capture with mine. “If that’s the case, I think you’re going to like what I have underneath it.”
“Oh, God. Maybe I should heed some earlier advice. Maybe I need to go to the bathroom and rub one out before we really get going.”
Her laugh sounds like the sweetest music. “Nah, I got some pointers too. I guess we have a couple of naughty but unlikely mentors.”
Cora runs her fingertips over my shoulder. “Before we move this to the bedroom, I have another admission to make.”
I span her waist with my fingers and then move them down to caress her rounded ass cheeks. “I’m not sure I can handle any more admissions.”
She exhales her breath in a little pant. “I know that it’s you in the dick pic. I just don’t understand why you sent it.”
I cringe. “Shit. I was hoping that would just go away, but I guess I was asking for too much. Remember when I first injured my groin?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, in order to get cleared to play, I had to get trainer Bob a pic and a note from my ortho. The photo got sent to Broads of Barb’s B-O-B instead of Bob. Imagine my surprise when you showed me a picture of my own junk. I’m so sorry that happened. It really was unintentional and totally innocent. How did you find out?”
“Your scar. I saw that pic of you in the tub at Grows Like A Weed and then it hit me. At first, I thought you sent it to me on purpose in order to declare yourself in some warped way, but I’m glad that wasn’t it. In case you don’t know, I’m not the dick pic kind of a girl.”
I wince. “I get it. But I’m on the road a lot so I hope phone sex isn’t out of the question.”
Cora runs her hand down my bicep and squeezes. “Nope. I’d like to try some phone sex. Are you going to be able to get away from your roommate though?”
“Hell, I’ll lock myself in the bathroom if I have to.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Everywhere her fingertips roam, I tingle. “Cora, this night is about us. Our extra special