Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
“Apparently.” I chuckled.
He grinned. “Let me deal with this condom and then we’re doing that again.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
BAIRD
Light prodded at my eyelids. In my semi-conscious state, I realized I’d forgotten to close the curtains in the living room. Which was a problem when your bedroom opened out to the rest of the flat.
Groaning, I turned to bury my head in my pillow and instead felt the silky soft strands of hair and inhaled the smoky, vanilla scent of familiar perfume. My eyes flew open and last night came back to me in a flood of scorching memories.
My chest suddenly felt tight with emotion as I lifted my head, blinking the sleep from my eyes. Maia was sleeping on her stomach, only her profile visible. The sheets were pulled down to her waist, so I had an excellent view of her slender back and all that gorgeous smooth olive skin.
Unsurprisingly, I had woken up hard.
We’d had sex twice last night. She’d ridden me after the first time. And then we’d just explored each other’s bodies with our mouths until both of us were wrung dry.
Maia MacLeod in my bed.
I was starting to think I might be the world’s luckiest bastard.
Got to do my dream job and then I got my dream girl.
I stiffened at the thought. Not the dream girl part because Maia was definitely that. But the job part. I was lucky. How many lads grew up dreaming of playing professional football? Especially lads like me who didn’t have an academic bone in their body. And how many of those lads actually made it in the Professional League?
For eight years I’d played the beautiful game.
If it didn’t last beyond that, then at least I’d had it.
That’s how I had to look at it. Live in gratitude rather than resentment. Every day I would remind myself of that until the panicky dread I’d been experiencing for over a year finally went away.
Something settled over me. Something like peace.
And I had this gorgeous, sweet woman in my bed to thank for it.
Skin flushing hot, I glanced back at the bedside table to my alarm clock. We still had plenty of time before we needed to be at the video shoot. Next to the clock were the condoms. Reaching for one, I bit open the packet and then rolled it on, groaning at how fucking primed I was already.
Reaching for Maia beneath the sheet, I trailed the back of my fingers down her spine and over the lush rump of her arse. She wiggled in her sleep as I caressed her pussy. Her little moan made my balls draw up tight.
I’d enjoyed sex for far longer than I probably should have, but when you were already six feet at thirteen years old, girls tended to think you were older. I was also an early bloomer so to speak. And I loved sex. As apparent by my active sex life. I’d had really good sex over the years. I’d even had multiple group sex moments that were unforgettable. Well, except for the ones where I was wasted.
Yet never since my first few times as a teen had I been so turned on that I couldn’t stop myself from coming. In fact, lately there had been times when I was worried about my sex drive because my cock was uninterested in other women and had needed some coaxing.
I’d been like an excited teenager with My last night. Like, I thought I might burst out of my skin I was so eager.
Callan had made comments about sex being better when you loved the woman you were with, but I’d cracked a shitty joke and he’d shut up.
But he was right.
It was a hundred million times better.
I’d never come so hard as I did last night.
I was addicted to it.
I was addicted to her.
Maia made another mewing sound, her fingers curling into the pillow as she grew wetter against my fingers. Finally, I pushed them inside her slowly and her eyes flew open. I watched her lashes flutter. Then she glanced over her shoulder, gaze still sleepy, but widening when she saw me.
Her lips parted on a gasp as I continued to finger-fuck her. “Bear.” She licked her lips, moaning as she pressed her body toward me.
My chest heaved, my breathing quickening at just the thought of sliding inside her. “I want you again. Are you … are you too sore?”
She dipped her chin, biting her lower lip as she stared at me through sexy hooded eyes. “I’m a little sore.”
I immediately stopped pumping my fingers. “Shit—”
“But it feels good.” She moved to turn, but I stopped her when she was still on her side.
“Like this.” I slid into position behind her so I was spooning her. I rested my right arm along the pillow above her while I caressed her breasts with my other. Her nipples were pebbled and tight. My cock throbbed. Sliding my hand down her satiny stomach, I instructed gruffly, “Bend your knees a wee bit.”