Laces and Lace
Page 54
To say they’d had unbelievable, mind-blowing sex every hour on the hour was an understatement. Her body ached but felt so damn good at the same time. In one day, she had made up for not having any kind of intercourse for the last three years. She wasn’t saying she was up-to-date though because she still craved it. Craved him.
Moving her hands along his shoulders, she laced her fingers behind his neck. “It’s almost seven. Aren’t you hungry?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to leave this bed. Ever.”
She laughed, moving her nose along the stubble on his chin. “You know we have to. We have to return to our life.”
“Or we can stay here and say fuck it all.”
Her laughter filled the room. “We both know that can’t happen.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, finally opening his eyes and meeting her gaze. “What’s gonna happen when we go back?”
Nerves settled in her stomach as she continued to move her fingers along his stubble. “Do you want me to move to Nashville?”
His eyes went dark and serious as he held her gaze. “Yes, I do, Lacey. Is that possible?”
She nodded. “Yeah, we’ll need to pack me up—”
“I’ll call and have that done.”
She smiled, hooking her leg over his hip. “Do you have a house or something?”
“An apartment, but once we get back to Nashville, we can find a house to make our home.”
“I like that,” she whispered against his lips.
“Me too. I have a homestead coming up, seven home games, so I’ll be home for at least a month. That will give us enough time, I think, to find something and hopefully move in right away.”
“For sure, if it’s vacant.”
“Yeah, true. I think there is a house in my captain’s neighborhood I like. I’ll call him and see who the Realtor is.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” he said, kissing her softly on her lips.
Her heart pounded happily in her chest. They were really doing this. For some reason, she still couldn’t believe it was happening, but listening to them make plans, she knew it was. They were going to find a house and make it theirs. Make a life, just the two of them. It was a wondrous feeling, contemplating all the possibilities. They could have BBQs for his friends, who would become her friends, she hoped. Maybe his family would come down and stay. Or maybe even her own. It was a long shot, hoping that Nate and Grady Martin would come, but she could hope.
She was still thoroughly furious with her father and brother and planned to let them have it, but afterward she wanted them to love Karson the way she did. She wanted to have Christmas in Chicago, or maybe even in their new home, with her family and his. She wanted to have the boys come stay with her in Nashville so she could spoil them and give Grady and Rachel a break. She wanted Karson to be a part of the family like Rachel was, but something inside her said that would probably never happen. It was going to be like World War Three when her father got word of this. They probably already knew something wasn’t right since she hadn’t shown up for work or even called to tell Rachel what was going on. She was ignoring her phone and so was Karson. They were too busy, consumed with each other.
“What do you think your family is going to say?” she asked suddenly, meeting his gaze.
His beautiful eyes warmed her as he dusted kisses along her jaw. “They will be shocked and a little mad they missed it, but they will be happy I have my heart back.”
Running her fingers up the back of his head, she whispered, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“I can’t wait for you to either.”
“When are you going to tell them?”
He grinned against her jaw, nibbling on it before looking up into her eyes. “How about after I make you come?”
Her eyes darkened as desire hit her right in the gut. “I like the way you think.”
“Good,” he muttered against her neck as he kissed along her naked chest. She usually didn’t care for attention to her chest since she really didn’t get anything from it, but there was something about watching Karson move his mouth along the tattoos on her breasts, the way his tongue licked along the curve of her that actually had her wet between her legs. Arching her back, she tangled her fingers in his hair as his hand found its way between her thighs, holding her pussy hostage. Bringing his mouth back to hers, he kissed her, his tongue finding hers as his fingers dipped into her wetness, curving up into her and leaving her gasping for breath.
Moving his hand in and out of her, he continued to kiss her. His kisses were teasing but also demanding, making it hard to think or move, for that matter. In seconds she was so turned on, she feared if she moved, it would hurt. Her heart was pumping hard, her blood burning with need, and her pussy crying for a release. She was almost there, riding his hand as he continued to kiss her in the most seductive way, when he stopped suddenly and withdrew his hand. She looked at him expectantly through hooded eyes as he kicked the blanket off their legs and then sat up, his cock jutting out toward her. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she wanted him in her mouth.
Going onto her knees and one hand, she took his cock in her mouth, holding at the base as she moved her mouth up and down his length. His guttural moans filled the large room as she moved her tongue along the head of his cock, sucking it and teasing him in the most unbearable way. Running his hands down her back, he curved his hand along her ass, tracing his fingers down her crack.
Moving her hands along his shoulders, she laced her fingers behind his neck. “It’s almost seven. Aren’t you hungry?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to leave this bed. Ever.”
She laughed, moving her nose along the stubble on his chin. “You know we have to. We have to return to our life.”
“Or we can stay here and say fuck it all.”
Her laughter filled the room. “We both know that can’t happen.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, finally opening his eyes and meeting her gaze. “What’s gonna happen when we go back?”
Nerves settled in her stomach as she continued to move her fingers along his stubble. “Do you want me to move to Nashville?”
His eyes went dark and serious as he held her gaze. “Yes, I do, Lacey. Is that possible?”
She nodded. “Yeah, we’ll need to pack me up—”
“I’ll call and have that done.”
She smiled, hooking her leg over his hip. “Do you have a house or something?”
“An apartment, but once we get back to Nashville, we can find a house to make our home.”
“I like that,” she whispered against his lips.
“Me too. I have a homestead coming up, seven home games, so I’ll be home for at least a month. That will give us enough time, I think, to find something and hopefully move in right away.”
“For sure, if it’s vacant.”
“Yeah, true. I think there is a house in my captain’s neighborhood I like. I’ll call him and see who the Realtor is.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” he said, kissing her softly on her lips.
Her heart pounded happily in her chest. They were really doing this. For some reason, she still couldn’t believe it was happening, but listening to them make plans, she knew it was. They were going to find a house and make it theirs. Make a life, just the two of them. It was a wondrous feeling, contemplating all the possibilities. They could have BBQs for his friends, who would become her friends, she hoped. Maybe his family would come down and stay. Or maybe even her own. It was a long shot, hoping that Nate and Grady Martin would come, but she could hope.
She was still thoroughly furious with her father and brother and planned to let them have it, but afterward she wanted them to love Karson the way she did. She wanted to have Christmas in Chicago, or maybe even in their new home, with her family and his. She wanted to have the boys come stay with her in Nashville so she could spoil them and give Grady and Rachel a break. She wanted Karson to be a part of the family like Rachel was, but something inside her said that would probably never happen. It was going to be like World War Three when her father got word of this. They probably already knew something wasn’t right since she hadn’t shown up for work or even called to tell Rachel what was going on. She was ignoring her phone and so was Karson. They were too busy, consumed with each other.
“What do you think your family is going to say?” she asked suddenly, meeting his gaze.
His beautiful eyes warmed her as he dusted kisses along her jaw. “They will be shocked and a little mad they missed it, but they will be happy I have my heart back.”
Running her fingers up the back of his head, she whispered, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“I can’t wait for you to either.”
“When are you going to tell them?”
He grinned against her jaw, nibbling on it before looking up into her eyes. “How about after I make you come?”
Her eyes darkened as desire hit her right in the gut. “I like the way you think.”
“Good,” he muttered against her neck as he kissed along her naked chest. She usually didn’t care for attention to her chest since she really didn’t get anything from it, but there was something about watching Karson move his mouth along the tattoos on her breasts, the way his tongue licked along the curve of her that actually had her wet between her legs. Arching her back, she tangled her fingers in his hair as his hand found its way between her thighs, holding her pussy hostage. Bringing his mouth back to hers, he kissed her, his tongue finding hers as his fingers dipped into her wetness, curving up into her and leaving her gasping for breath.
Moving his hand in and out of her, he continued to kiss her. His kisses were teasing but also demanding, making it hard to think or move, for that matter. In seconds she was so turned on, she feared if she moved, it would hurt. Her heart was pumping hard, her blood burning with need, and her pussy crying for a release. She was almost there, riding his hand as he continued to kiss her in the most seductive way, when he stopped suddenly and withdrew his hand. She looked at him expectantly through hooded eyes as he kicked the blanket off their legs and then sat up, his cock jutting out toward her. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she wanted him in her mouth.
Going onto her knees and one hand, she took his cock in her mouth, holding at the base as she moved her mouth up and down his length. His guttural moans filled the large room as she moved her tongue along the head of his cock, sucking it and teasing him in the most unbearable way. Running his hands down her back, he curved his hand along her ass, tracing his fingers down her crack.
