Vegas Aces: The Wide Receiver Complete Series

CHAPTER 12 TESSA

I shift my hips again, desperate for friction between us.

I’ve never been so hot with need before. He’s kissing me gently, but right now, I don’t want gentle. I don’t want tender. I just want him .

I’m filled with this well of desire, a deep, dark ache down low that throbs harder and harder by the second.

I thrust against him again, and he pushes back toward me. I moan at the feel of his hardness against me, hitting me right where I need him to. But I need him there with no clothes separating us.

I’m pinned to the couch, which makes it hard to back away to tell him, but I break our kiss and arch my neck. His lips trail along my skin.

“Now, Tristan. I need you now. I’ve waited too damn long to wait another second.” My voice is hoarse and holds a certain desperation in it.

He pulls back, and I sit up a little, pulling my shirt over my head. For a second, I forget I’m pregnant—I forget how my stomach isn’t smooth and flat anymore, but round with stretch lines along it.

He glances down at it and back at me, his eyes round, and I’m afraid I’ve killed the moment by simply taking off my shirt.

It’s a cold bucket of water to my hot libido, but then he says the words that ignite the fire once more.

“Holy shit. You—this…wow. You’re really fucking beautiful.” He bends down and presses a soft kiss to my stomach, and my chest tightens as tears fill my eyes.

I think I love him even more now than I did back then.

He reaches around me to unhook my bra, helping me out of it and tossing it aside. Even my swollen breasts ache with need for him. He brushes against my nipple, and it tightens into a tight bud. He runs his tongue along the surface, and it sends a shot of desire right down my spine. I can’t help it when I cry out for more.

He sucks it into his mouth, and he works the other one with his hand as he incites emotions inside me that I haven’t felt in years.

I’ve been with other men, sure. But not like this.

He stands and pulls me up with him. He leads me over toward the bed. “I need to get a condom,” he says. He unbuckles his belt and tosses it on the floor.

I twist my lips. “So I don’t get pregnant?” I ask.

He chuckles. “Are you okay doing this without one?”

“If you are,” I say carefully.

“I am.” He nods, and I trust him enough to know he means we’re both in the clear.

He gently sweeps me into his arms like I’m not carrying a watermelon in my stomach, and I giggle as he lays me down on the bed. He sinks to the bottom of the bed and pulls my shoes off first, and then my socks, and then my pants. He lowers my panties last, and then he kneels between my legs.

I shake my head, and he chuckles.

“I want that later,” I say softly. “But right now, I need you. And you won, so you get to choose the position.”

He picks up my hand and kisses each of my fingertips. “I defer to you. I want you to be comfortable.”

I smile, and then I move so I’m on my knees. “Then lie down, Higgins.”

His eyes turn all lusty at my command, and I find I like the power trip it gives me. I always liked when he issued the orders, but this way is fun, too.

I pull off his shoes and socks, and then I flick the button on his jeans. His eyes are hot on me as I work, and I thought I’d feel self-conscious parading around naked, but I don’t. It’s not in his words but in his eyes. I always thought my memory betrayed me, that he never really looked at me like he worships me, that it was all in my mind…but he does, and it’s the most confidence boosting thing I’ve ever experienced.

I’m beautiful because he believes it to be true, and he makes me feel it.

I run my hand along the hard outline of his dick over his jeans, and then I yank on the bottoms to pull them down. He helps, pulling his boxers down with them, and then I toss them to the floor before I crawl up the bed. I sit over his thighs, running my hands from his chest down to his abs and finally over his rock-hard cock. He groans as I take him in my fist, and my mouth waters. I want to taste him, too, but the ache in my pussy persuades me in a different direction.

I move forward and line his cock up with me, and then I lower myself onto him.

We both groan at the feel of his body sliding into mine, and I close my eyes as I savor the feel of him inside of me for the first time in far too long. I open my eyes to find him watching me, and the way his face is filled with need is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He grabs onto my hips and helps set the pace as I move up and down over him, my body primed and ready for him. I’ve been waiting for this for seven years, after all, and he’s ready for me, too. His hands glide along my stomach and up to my breasts.

My instinct is to close my eyes and give into the feel of him, but I can’t seem to stop watching him as his eyes drink me in, appreciating every move my body makes. His eyes settle onto mine, and one hand stays on my breast, massaging and tweaking, while the other trails down to work my clit.

I yelp as he hits the exact right spot, and I shift a little, causing him to groan, too.

I remember it being good. I don’t remember it being this good.

I want it to last forever, but I know it won’t. All good things must come to an end, but I push that thought away as I take in the pure bliss of this moment—the way his fresh, clean scent takes over my senses, the way his moans spur my movement so he’ll make those sounds again, the way his face is screwed up with pleasure.

I sense a shift coming, the tide changing—the pleasure building. I lean forward, bracing myself with my palms on his shoulders. I tilt my head back and close my eyes as he keeps working my clit, and then something snaps in me as I ride him and he works all my most sensitive zones.

He can tell I’m there as he says his next words. “Come for me, baby.”

Why are those words so freaking hot?

I cry out as my body tightens over his. the tightness must push him into his own climax because he yells out, too.

“Oh fuck, Tessa, yes!”

I echo his sentiments as my body contracts over and over on top of his, and he thrusts into me a little faster, working me from the bottom as we both hit the wall of bliss at the same time.

We’re both panting as the throbs start to slow, the painful ache of waiting now replaced with a soft, warm glow. I don’t want to move, don’t want him to slip out of me, but I need to lie down.

After that, I’m spent.

It wasn’t just the physical act of it, but the emotional one, too. It’s the rush of being with somebody so familiar after all this time has passed—of being with the man I never thought I’d get to be with again.

It’s real.

It happened.

It’s love.

It’s everything.

I shift, and I lie down beside him, my head on his chest and his arm around me. He strokes a pattern on my back with gentle fingertips, and I sigh in total contentment.

“I love you so much,” he whispers. “I don’t know what I did right to get you back in my life, but honestly, Tessa, I’m not sure I’ve ever been happier than I am this very second.”

I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you, too. And I feel the same way.”

He’s officially free of his evil wife…now his ex -wife, and we’re officially back together.

I went from being terrified I’d be raising a baby alone, or with my mother, to feeling like I have a partner.

It’s crazy how quickly things have moved, but it was inevitable for us. We both had a hole in our lives only the other one could fill, and now we’re finally getting our second chance.

I wish it could always be this blissful, this easy, that I could lie in his arms just like this and all the rest would fall away.

I wish I could ride in this calm forever, but I have a feeling the storm is already brewing.