Linebacker’s Second Chance(45)

“Ren,” I say, kissing her on those cherry-red lips and not caring if I get whatever lip gloss she’s wearing right on my lips. “I love you. Those words have been on my lips since the moment you appeared on my doorstep. I loved you from the moment I met you in the sixth grade, and I haven’t stopped loving you a day since then. I made the biggest mistake of my life when my brother and father bullied me into getting away from you, and I mean to make up for that mistake every single day from here on out. That’s what happened. Your dad told my parents I wasn’t good enough for you, and that he’d extend their debt payments for however long they needed if I let you go. And then he added the real kicker—your father was going to transfer all of your mother’s credit card debt into your name and saddle you with every bit of it if I didn’t leave you alone. I wasn’t sure if he was really going to do it… but I don’t know. My brother physically fought me to keep me from going to you. By the time I came back to find you, you were gone.”

She doesn’t respond, but her body is hot against mine, breeze swirling around us. She leans against me and sobs silently. “God,” she moans. “I should have known. I should have known. My family… I can’t believe this.”

We stand like that for a long time, the night breeze swirling around us. “I want you, and only you, Renata. I love you,” I say again.

“I don’t know what to say—”

My hands find their way to her skirt and lift it up over her hips. She doesn’t protest, instead leaning into me and moaning softly. My cock pulses, growing hard in my jeans. I want to rip off her clothes and bury myself inside of her all at once, meeting my release as soon as possible. But instead of following my gut on this one, I pull down her panties with aching slowness. She’s neatly trimmed, and she takes in a sharp breath as the breeze blows against her bare sex.

“You don’t have to say the same, Ren. But spread your legs for me and let me show you what I mean.”

Without a sound, she does, leaning back against the pillar, nails clicking against the white painted wood.

“What if we—”

Get caught? I know those are the next words coming, so I kneel to shut her up and press my lips to her thigh, kissing inward, listening to each panting breath she takes.

For a moment, I pause, letting my breath get hot against her skin, taking in the warm muskiness of her body. My cock is rock hard, near granite-level hard, and there’s nothing I want more than to push her down to the ground and slide into her gleaming wetness, feel how hot she is against my bare skin. But my mouth is watering just as much—it feels like centuries since I’ve tasted her.

Bringing one hand from her hip to her sex, I extend my fingers to find just how wet she is, sweeping them over her clit. She gasps and throws her head back, trying to keep quiet so we don’t draw attention from above. At the moment, I don’t give a single fuck about anyone at the stupid party upstairs.

There’s only now. There’s only her. There’s only Renata.

I replace my fingers with my tongue, circling it over the button of her clit, kissing her there, sucking and licking, taking in her sharp, rich essence.

A shiver runs through her body, which only makes me want her more. Soft moaning noises escape her lips, and I want more. I want to wake up to that noise every day, to her soft sweetness, my cock buried inside of her, each of us taking our pleasure as we wake in the morning. Moving forward ever so slightly, I find her entrance with my tongue, teasing her, darting in and out until she’s shaking against my face, trying to hold back her babbling, cries stuck in her throat.

“Mack, Mack... Oh God.” She whispers my name over and over, like she can’t figure out what to say next. She’s close to her height, and the tension inside of me is reaching a fever pitch, like I might explode if I can’t have her now. Still, I keep on, worshiping her sweet sex with my mouth, until she dissolves into incoherent groaning, spreading her legs wider and using me to hold up her weight. In the heat of the moment, I lift one of her legs, placing it over my shoulder and holding her up with one arm as I lick and suck, until she’s crying out louder and coming hard against my tongue, her high heel digging into my back as she presses against me.

This is what it feels like to be a man, making the woman you love come, standing in front of the house you built for her and only her.

She slumps back against the column and brings her leg back down, laughing and then covering her mouth because she’s laughing so hard, too hard to contain. Reality hits her, and she tenses again, lips pursed, her eyes looking up like someone might hear us—like someone might care.