No Boundaries(24)
“Fuck, you’re amazing.” I pumped into her lips.
My spine tingled and I knew I was going to come. I grabbed the back of her head, bracing her for the powerful explosion erupting from my body.
One.
Two.
Three fucks and I lost it. My seed blasted in her mouth, thundering from my cock as it oozed down her throat with power. I stood emptying myself into her while she whimpered, clinging to my thighs.
“Oh, baby.” I held my dick, sliding it from her mouth, then stumbled back to the nearest chair.
She wiped her mouth and smiled greedily.
“You are going to be the woman who kills me, aren’t you?” I could barely breathe.
She crawled toward me. Her tits grazed my inner leg before she kissed the tip of my cock and then my stomach.
“Not before I get to see you play tomorrow.” She giggled.
“Death by blow job is the way to go.” I took another inhale.
She smiled. “Hey, so what about today? Want to go with me to pick up Hunter? I have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”
I kissed her forehead. “Wish I could, but I’ve got light practice then a team meeting. Playoffs are no shit serious around here.”
“I understand.”
I stood, drawing her topless body to mine. “But tonight?”
“I don’t want to distract you if you need to study or something. Maybe after the game instead?”
I laughed. “You’re cute. You know that?”
She pinched her lips together. “Cute? Because I don’t want to be the reason you lose sleep before a huge game?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Because you think we’re going to sleep tonight. And that I give a shit about anything other than fucking your gorgeous body as many times as I can tonight.”
I loved the blush that reddened her body. “But—”
I stopped the protest with a powerful kiss. “Shut up, baby. Kiss me and I’ll see you here tonight. I’ll be back at eight. Got it?”
Her fingers pressed into the skin on the back of my neck. “Got it.”
And that was when I realized maybe there was a perfect woman for me. And maybe the flame between us was only the beginning of a raging fire.
20
Julie
Hunter seemed quiet. He was usually a quiet kid, but it was worse today. I had taken him to his favorite parks to cheer him up. But nothing worked.
He avoided my questions about what happened when he made it back to the home last night. I got it—he didn’t want to talk about his great escape. I didn’t want to keep bringing it up either. We had to move past it. He was safe, and that was what mattered most.
“Hey, want to try the air and space museum today?” I asked.
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Hmm. What about the science expo? I read that kids can do all kinds of experiments. You could be a mad scientist.”
He had barely taken two bites of the peanut butter and jelly sandwich I had made for him. I had finished my lunch. I was famished after my all morning sexfest.
A family of three walked past us. The mom looked up at the father and they exchanged a knowing look as their son skipped ahead of them and they locked hands. I sighed louder than I meant to.
“I know something that might cheer you up.” I turned toward Hunter, hoping he hadn’t seen the happy trio breeze past us with their perfect life.
He looked up at me. “What?”
“Well, I talked to Hawk this morning.” I wasn’t about to say it was while he was feeding me pancakes after we’d had life-altering sex. “And he’s invited you and me to watch him play tomorrow.”
The smile was instantaneous. “What?”
I laughed. “I thought that might turn your day around.”
“And they’ll let me go?”
I nodded. “I already got permission to check you out of the home for the day tomorrow.” I’d never spent a Sunday with Hunter. It would be another first.
“You did?” I could see all his teeth, he was smiling so hard.
“And we get to sit in Hawk’s private box. Just the two of us.”
Hunter hopped from the park bench. “All right.”
“Well, it’s tomorrow. We can’t go right now.”
He shook his head. “No, all right we can go to the air and space museum.”
“Oh, the museum.” I scrambled to grab my bag and the backpack he carried everywhere. He had already started walking. “Ok. Yes. We can do the museum now.”
Hunter and I darted through the park. The November wind kicked up and I pulled my scarf closer to my neck. The leaves danced over his little feet.
“Come on, Miss Bristow. Hurry up.”
I chased after him. And it hit me how odd it sounded when he said that. I wanted to tell him to say something more personal. But what? Julie? Aunt Julie? Mom? My heart thudded. Because that was what I wanted. I wanted to be his parent. His mom.