Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Couldn’t do anything but fill her full of me.
Hot spurts of cum left my cock to fill her pussy, making her even wetter on her next glide down.
The orgasm felt like it went on forever, not slowing down until long seconds later where I’d felt like I’d been wrung dry.
Her small body collapsed onto my own, her face turned into the side of my throat.
“That was…”
“Irresponsible?” She snickered.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I was more thinking of the best experience of my life. Which is pretty impressive because I’m forty-two years old this year.”
She placed her hand on my throat, her fingers resting against my pulse. “I want to do that, over and over again.”
My fingers finally let up on her waist as I said, “We can. As much as you want. I’ll even quit my job so I can be at your service, twenty-four-seven.”
She snickered. “We need to figure out what we’re going to do next.”
Agreed. “Black’s on his way over, and Apollo is flying in now.”
“Do you think we can stay with you for the time being?” she asked, leaning back to sit up straight, forcing my cock, which still hadn’t abated, to sit deeper inside of her.
Despite my body’s insistent need to continue what we’d just started and finished, I forced myself to ignore it because this was important.
“You’re more than welcome to move in with me,” I said. “Permanently.”
Her lips parted.
“We’ve been playing a game for eight months, sweetheart. I don’t want you farther away than a room so I can hear you if you need me. Move in. Permanently. Then let your friend move into your place.”
Her lips curved up softly at each side. “That would actually work really well. Are you sure, though? Iris isn’t like most kids, but she’s still a kid. She makes messes, has tantrums…”
I caught Magnolia by the face. “Noli, baby. I promise you. I know that you’re a package deal. I know that Iris likes to get moody in the afternoon before dinner. I know that you get crabby yourself when you’re hungry. I know that each of you aren’t morning people. Trust me, I know what I’m getting into. And I want it. I want all the things when it comes to the two of you.”
Her shoulders slumped. “This could get messy.”
I grinned. “Messy’s my middle name.”
TWENTY
Paint whatever picture of me you want, just don’t forget to add the glitter.
—Magnolia’s secret thoughts
MAGNOLIA
The final game of my career—unless we made it to playoffs—was upon us, and I was nervous.
We had what, the head referee said, was the best lineup of officials.
Everyone on each team, as well as support staff, had been spoken with about rough play beforehand, and everyone was ready to go.
I was the only one who was injured, thankfully. Everyone else looked healthy and ready to kick butt.
“You’re sure you can play in that cast?” Coach asked.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“It’s just a fracture,” Nettie joked.
“Just a wee, tiny one,” I agreed.
Normally, the doctors wouldn’t want me playing after literally just having surgery to repair my arm.
However, these were extenuating circumstances.
This was the final game—maybe.
The one that would decide if we were in the finals or not.
Because, thankfully, everything had gone according to plan. Who needed to lose, lost. Who needed to win, won. Who needed to score fewer points scored fewer points. And we won despite all the odds being stacked against us.
Not only had I never been in a championship game before, but I’d also never been to the finals, period. This game would decide whether we went to the finals or not. Whether the championship was even in sight.
I didn’t want to end my professional soccer career on a bad note, so yes, I’d begged my doctor to clear me to play.
She’d agreed on two things.
One, that I stop if I feel any pain. That I listen to my body and don’t push myself further than I should just because it was an important game. Two, that I avoid any unnecessary roughness.
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the game of soccer, on an elite level, was literally the definition of rough.
She’d probably see me on TV and know that she didn’t quite understand how physical it could get.
But I wouldn’t go out of my way to do anything dumb.
The head ref for tonight’s game came up to me and inspected my bubble-wrapped cast like he said he would be doing, and then nodded when he found everything covered up well.
“Play safe.” He nodded as he disappeared.
I looked behind me and waved at Iris, just like I always did before a game.
She gave me a thumbs-up back, and I walked to my position.
“You nervous?” Meredith asked.
Meredith was the other center defender, and my partner in crime all season.
She’d been through thick and thin with me and had slowly become a true friend.