Hit the Spot
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Tori hummed and wiggled beneath me. She loved it when I did that.
“Can’t even get you to go out in the ocean with me again,” I reminded her of the one thing she was still fighting me on and kept pushing off until another time. “And you’re wantin’ a bunch of boys who live in it like I do?”
“Yep.” She smacked her lips on the “p,” smiling bigger.
“Want ’em to surf?”
“Yep.”
“Probably gonna want their momma out there joinin’ them eventually,” I threw out. “You down for that?”
“I’ll be ready when they are,” Tori replied, looking proud of herself.
“Mm.” I lowered my head and nipped at her lip. “Five,” I said.
Tori blinked. Her head pressed farther against the pillow so she could see me better. “Five? You want five kids? Really?” she asked, blue eyes growing wider.
“Yep,” I echoed her, letting my lips smack on the “p.”
Her mouth twitched.
“Got seven bedrooms. We’re in one. Five for them,” I started explaining. “That leaves a game room or a place we can store our trophies, mine and theirs, ’cause they sure as fuck will be collectin’ ’em like I do. Talent’s in the genes, babe. And there ain’t no point in stoppin’ at three when we got room for more.”
“Yeah but, five? I don’t know about five,” she murmured. “Three was sounding really good to me. Perfect actually.”
“Five. I’m firm on that.”
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth grew tight.
“Three,” she shot back.
“Five.”
“Four,” she countered, adding sass to her offer.
I smirked and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Knew you’d give in,” I said.
“Um, I didn’t. You wanted five.”
“Wanted four,” I revealed, leaning back again and watching her blond eyebrows pull together. “Knew you’d give me shit ’cause you like givin’ me shit. That’s how you work, babe. Knowin’ that, I figured I’d shoot high and then ease off to get what I wanted. Wanted four. Now we’re getting a trophy room and a motherfucking game room. That’s badass.”
Tori pulled her lips between her teeth as she stared up at me. She was fighting a smile.
“You good with four?” I asked.
She nodded slowly.
“Want a girl, too,” I shared. “You get three boys outta me, I’m getting a mouthy little beauty from you. You’re givin’ me that.”
Tori was no longer fighting a smile. Her face was going soft.
“Can you let go of my hands?” she asked quietly.
“Sure thing, babe,” I replied, doing what she was asking and propping my weight on my forearms.
Once her hands were free, Tori threw her arms around my neck and drew me down, pulling my head beside hers with her hand sliding into my hair. She held me tight like she was always doing when I was hitting her soft, letting me know how she felt about what I was giving her.
I wanted this, but I was wanting her words now, too.
I breathed deep against her neck, saying, “You gonna give me that?”
“Yes,” she answered, no hesitation.
I closed my eyes for a beat, then I slid my hands under her shoulders and rolled us, getting to my back and pulling her so she was lying half on my chest and half plastered to my side. I slid my hand down her back to palm her ass and hitched her leg over my hip with the other, keeping hold there.
Tori’s fingers traced a pattern on my ribs as she pressed her cheek to my chest.
“I’m pretty traditional, Jamie. I’d like to get married first,” she proclaimed.
I smiled at the top of her head.
“Beach wedding. Firm on that, too,” I told her, curious as to what she would say to that.
I felt Tori’s quiet laughter rattle in her chest and against my side. Her fingers stilled, then she turned her head and planted her chin on my chest, meeting my gaze.
“Fine,” she said, surprising the shit out of me as she lifted her head to speak. “But we’re sticking to a dry honeymoon. I’m talking desert conditions. And Jamie?”
My body was shaking with laugher. I stopped so I could answer her, asking through a grin, “Yeah, babe?”
Tori crawled higher up my body and got in my face, plastering her tits to my chest and touching noses with me.
“I’m firm on that,” she proclaimed. “Real firm.”
Grinning still, I tipped my chin up, watching her own mouth start lifting.
“Give me a kiss, Legs,” I ordered.
She gave me a kiss.
It started slow and sweet but my hand on her ass starting gripping and then my other joined in as Tori moaned inside my mouth and fuck it. I pulled her thigh so she was popping up to straddle my hips, breaking away and breathing heavy. “Want you ridin’ me this time,” I shared. “Keep those gorgeous fuckin’ tits in my face, and when I tell you, babe, get your mouth on me. I’m finishin’ on your tongue.”
Tori nodded as she tried getting control of her own breathing, then she put her weight on her knees and reached between us, positioning me. She slid down.
Three orgasms later, her two to my one, Tori passed out with her limbs curling around me and her face nuzzling my neck.
We never bothered cleaning up that time either.
I relished the feel of her while thinking about everything she was wanting to give, then an hour later, I finally dozed off.
I never slept better.
* * *
It was the next day, nearly noon, and I was standing inside Wax, looking at the new shipment of T-shirts we’d got in with the Rivera Frozen Foods branding on the back.
Turned out, being sponsored by Tori’s family was pretty kick-ass. Her dad was cool as shit about it, coming down here a couple of times now to check out Wax and talk to me about what all I needed from them and what all they needed from me.
My other sponsors never stepped foot inside where I worked. Not once. It was more about my name and how I could benefit them. What the fuck did they care about me owning a surf shop? They weren’t getting anything out of that.
Not John, though. He cared. Wasn’t shy about letting me know that either.
I didn’t need them to do anything for me, and I told him that. Being sponsored was never about what all I could get out of companies. I just cared about surfing. Someone wanted to back me and put my face on their products or give me shit for free? That was up to them. I never asked for it. John understood how I felt about it and said they would support me in any way I needed. He was honored to be backing me and that meant a lot.
Straight up, though, being that it was Tori’s family and knowing how much this meant to her, knowing how fucking huge this was, I was the one who felt honored.
It was why I was staring at another shipment of T-shirts advertising them and why the boards I used were now detailed with their logo.
Tori got a huge fucking kick out of that.
“Can’t believe how these things are selling,” Cole commented, stepping up beside me after I’d opened up the boxes. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure you could put a hemorrhoid cream logo on a tee and triple their sales.”
I slapped his shoulder, grinning. “Leave that one to you, man,” I said. “You should reach out and see if they’re looking to sponsor.”
“Can’t even get you to go out in the ocean with me again,” I reminded her of the one thing she was still fighting me on and kept pushing off until another time. “And you’re wantin’ a bunch of boys who live in it like I do?”
“Yep.” She smacked her lips on the “p,” smiling bigger.
“Want ’em to surf?”
“Yep.”
“Probably gonna want their momma out there joinin’ them eventually,” I threw out. “You down for that?”
“I’ll be ready when they are,” Tori replied, looking proud of herself.
“Mm.” I lowered my head and nipped at her lip. “Five,” I said.
Tori blinked. Her head pressed farther against the pillow so she could see me better. “Five? You want five kids? Really?” she asked, blue eyes growing wider.
“Yep,” I echoed her, letting my lips smack on the “p.”
Her mouth twitched.
“Got seven bedrooms. We’re in one. Five for them,” I started explaining. “That leaves a game room or a place we can store our trophies, mine and theirs, ’cause they sure as fuck will be collectin’ ’em like I do. Talent’s in the genes, babe. And there ain’t no point in stoppin’ at three when we got room for more.”
“Yeah but, five? I don’t know about five,” she murmured. “Three was sounding really good to me. Perfect actually.”
“Five. I’m firm on that.”
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth grew tight.
“Three,” she shot back.
“Five.”
“Four,” she countered, adding sass to her offer.
I smirked and pressed a kiss to her mouth. “Knew you’d give in,” I said.
“Um, I didn’t. You wanted five.”
“Wanted four,” I revealed, leaning back again and watching her blond eyebrows pull together. “Knew you’d give me shit ’cause you like givin’ me shit. That’s how you work, babe. Knowin’ that, I figured I’d shoot high and then ease off to get what I wanted. Wanted four. Now we’re getting a trophy room and a motherfucking game room. That’s badass.”
Tori pulled her lips between her teeth as she stared up at me. She was fighting a smile.
“You good with four?” I asked.
She nodded slowly.
“Want a girl, too,” I shared. “You get three boys outta me, I’m getting a mouthy little beauty from you. You’re givin’ me that.”
Tori was no longer fighting a smile. Her face was going soft.
“Can you let go of my hands?” she asked quietly.
“Sure thing, babe,” I replied, doing what she was asking and propping my weight on my forearms.
Once her hands were free, Tori threw her arms around my neck and drew me down, pulling my head beside hers with her hand sliding into my hair. She held me tight like she was always doing when I was hitting her soft, letting me know how she felt about what I was giving her.
I wanted this, but I was wanting her words now, too.
I breathed deep against her neck, saying, “You gonna give me that?”
“Yes,” she answered, no hesitation.
I closed my eyes for a beat, then I slid my hands under her shoulders and rolled us, getting to my back and pulling her so she was lying half on my chest and half plastered to my side. I slid my hand down her back to palm her ass and hitched her leg over my hip with the other, keeping hold there.
Tori’s fingers traced a pattern on my ribs as she pressed her cheek to my chest.
“I’m pretty traditional, Jamie. I’d like to get married first,” she proclaimed.
I smiled at the top of her head.
“Beach wedding. Firm on that, too,” I told her, curious as to what she would say to that.
I felt Tori’s quiet laughter rattle in her chest and against my side. Her fingers stilled, then she turned her head and planted her chin on my chest, meeting my gaze.
“Fine,” she said, surprising the shit out of me as she lifted her head to speak. “But we’re sticking to a dry honeymoon. I’m talking desert conditions. And Jamie?”
My body was shaking with laugher. I stopped so I could answer her, asking through a grin, “Yeah, babe?”
Tori crawled higher up my body and got in my face, plastering her tits to my chest and touching noses with me.
“I’m firm on that,” she proclaimed. “Real firm.”
Grinning still, I tipped my chin up, watching her own mouth start lifting.
“Give me a kiss, Legs,” I ordered.
She gave me a kiss.
It started slow and sweet but my hand on her ass starting gripping and then my other joined in as Tori moaned inside my mouth and fuck it. I pulled her thigh so she was popping up to straddle my hips, breaking away and breathing heavy. “Want you ridin’ me this time,” I shared. “Keep those gorgeous fuckin’ tits in my face, and when I tell you, babe, get your mouth on me. I’m finishin’ on your tongue.”
Tori nodded as she tried getting control of her own breathing, then she put her weight on her knees and reached between us, positioning me. She slid down.
Three orgasms later, her two to my one, Tori passed out with her limbs curling around me and her face nuzzling my neck.
We never bothered cleaning up that time either.
I relished the feel of her while thinking about everything she was wanting to give, then an hour later, I finally dozed off.
I never slept better.
* * *
It was the next day, nearly noon, and I was standing inside Wax, looking at the new shipment of T-shirts we’d got in with the Rivera Frozen Foods branding on the back.
Turned out, being sponsored by Tori’s family was pretty kick-ass. Her dad was cool as shit about it, coming down here a couple of times now to check out Wax and talk to me about what all I needed from them and what all they needed from me.
My other sponsors never stepped foot inside where I worked. Not once. It was more about my name and how I could benefit them. What the fuck did they care about me owning a surf shop? They weren’t getting anything out of that.
Not John, though. He cared. Wasn’t shy about letting me know that either.
I didn’t need them to do anything for me, and I told him that. Being sponsored was never about what all I could get out of companies. I just cared about surfing. Someone wanted to back me and put my face on their products or give me shit for free? That was up to them. I never asked for it. John understood how I felt about it and said they would support me in any way I needed. He was honored to be backing me and that meant a lot.
Straight up, though, being that it was Tori’s family and knowing how much this meant to her, knowing how fucking huge this was, I was the one who felt honored.
It was why I was staring at another shipment of T-shirts advertising them and why the boards I used were now detailed with their logo.
Tori got a huge fucking kick out of that.
“Can’t believe how these things are selling,” Cole commented, stepping up beside me after I’d opened up the boxes. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure you could put a hemorrhoid cream logo on a tee and triple their sales.”
I slapped his shoulder, grinning. “Leave that one to you, man,” I said. “You should reach out and see if they’re looking to sponsor.”
