Rules of Contact
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He held up his glass of water. “Why do you think I’m sitting here with you now?”
She laughed. “I love you, Flynn.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
They sat there together for a few more minutes, then his dad showed up with a cup of coffee. He talked to his dad for a few minutes about his parents’ plans to buy up the adjacent land, which sounded like a really good deal.
Then he got up, kissed his mom on the cheek and started his run back to the guesthouse.
By the time he got there, Amelia was awake and drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. He grabbed another glass of water, downed it in a few swallows then went over and brushed his lips across hers.
She smiled up at him. “You were up early this morning.”
“Yeah. I wanted to get my run in before you got up.”
“The bed was cold and lonely without you in it.”
Exactly what he needed to hear.
“I guess we could go warm it up again.”
“Do you have time before the family football game this morning?”
He cocked a brow. “Did you seriously just ask me to decide between sex with you and football with my family?”
“I guess I did.”
“There is no decision. Let’s get naked.”
She smiled a wicked smile at him, set her coffee cup down, stood up, pulled off her tank top and shimmied out of her pants.
And now she was naked. In the kitchen.
His cock roared to life, hard and throbbing. He jerked his T-shirt over his head, toed off his tennis shoes and pulled off his socks, then shrugged out of his sweats and dragged his boxer briefs off.
All the while, he watched as his girlfriend sipped coffee naked.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anyone get out of their clothes so fast,” she said.
“I was incentivized by a hot, naked woman in the kitchen.”
She put down her coffee mug, came over to him and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. “I had a hot sexy dream last night about you and me in the kitchen.”
His brows shot up. “You did?” His cock tightened. “You know you’re going to have to tell me about it. Preferably while I’m inside of you.”
“Yes. I woke up wet and ready for you. Sadly, you were gone.”
“Now I’m really sorry I went for that early run.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I just rubbed my pussy and thought about you.”
“Christ.” He swept his hand around the nape of her neck and put his mouth over hers in a hard, demanding, passionate kiss that made her moan. She flicked her tongue against his, then sucked it, which made him groan against her lips.
She pulled away. “I’m ready for you, Flynn. Hot and wet and ready for you to fuck me on the kitchen counter.” She reached over and pulled out a condom packet from a nearby drawer.
“You are ready.”
“I told you—I had this dream.”
While he put on the condom, she inched up onto the counter. “You gave it to me hard here. Really hard.”
He scooped his hand under her butt and she wrapped her legs around his hips while he entered her, driving into her with one fierce thrust. She gasped and raked her nails down across his shoulder.
“Like this?” He powered in, then out, then drove in harder.
She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes all hot passion. “Yes, exactly like that.”
It was fast and furious, both of them panting as he shoved his cock in and out of her, making sure to grind against her clit with his body.
Amelia dug her nails into his arms and lifted against him, her pussy tightening around him with each thrust of his cock.
“Oh, yes, yes, just like this,” she said, tilting her head back to look at him. “That’s going to make me come. Fuck me faster.”
He did, and she exploded around him with waves of contractions that unraveled him. He climaxed with her, taking her mouth as he spurted inside of her with a furious rush of violent pulses that made him feel light-headed.
For a while, there was only the sound of both of them breathing heavily. Amelia ran her fingers down his arms.
“I need a shower,” she said.
“Me, too. But I think I’ll hold off until after the football game.”
He hoisted her off the counter and set her on her feet. She grabbed on to him, lifted up on her toes and kissed him.
When she pulled back, she smiled. “You made my dream come true, Flynn.”
His heart did a strange leap against his chest. “Glad to hear that.”
“I’m off to shower. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He watched her walk away, enjoying the view of her very fine ass as she disappeared down the hall.
She’d taken his breath away. And his heart, too.
Damn.
TWENTY-EIGHT
It was obvious that the Cassidys took their football very seriously. Amelia expected a lackadaisical football game, kind of half-assing it, maybe more like touch or flag football.
Oh, no. This was no-holds-barred, might-as-well-be-a-real-game kind of football with tackling in the dirt and everything.
Neighbors had showed up as well, so it was clearly some kind of annual event. Some young guys, some not so young and some in between, so they’d fielded two entire teams.
After they’d had breakfast, Lydia had already started to prepare lunch. There were leftovers from yesterday, along with a ham and some steaks Lydia said they were going to throw on the grill. Lydia was also making potato salad. They’d all pitched in and some of the neighbors brought food, too.
Amelia had met a lot of people and she’d never remember all their names, but now she sat outside in a chair next to Mia, who explained to her that the Cassidy Thanksgiving football game had started out small, but had quickly become an annual event.
“At first it was just the family. Then a few of the guys’ friends wandered over. Then some neighbors. Before long, we had fielded enough players that we had teams.”
“Obviously it’s a serious thing.”
“You have no idea.”
“You even have team shirts. Green and white. This is like . . . an actual game.”
Mia laughed. “All thanks to my dad. I think he misses playing, so this is his chance to get back in the game. He quarterbacks for the green team, of course, and Grant for the white team. Then they do schoolyard picks for the rest.”
She laughed. “I love you, Flynn.”
“I love you, too, Mom.”
They sat there together for a few more minutes, then his dad showed up with a cup of coffee. He talked to his dad for a few minutes about his parents’ plans to buy up the adjacent land, which sounded like a really good deal.
Then he got up, kissed his mom on the cheek and started his run back to the guesthouse.
By the time he got there, Amelia was awake and drinking a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. He grabbed another glass of water, downed it in a few swallows then went over and brushed his lips across hers.
She smiled up at him. “You were up early this morning.”
“Yeah. I wanted to get my run in before you got up.”
“The bed was cold and lonely without you in it.”
Exactly what he needed to hear.
“I guess we could go warm it up again.”
“Do you have time before the family football game this morning?”
He cocked a brow. “Did you seriously just ask me to decide between sex with you and football with my family?”
“I guess I did.”
“There is no decision. Let’s get naked.”
She smiled a wicked smile at him, set her coffee cup down, stood up, pulled off her tank top and shimmied out of her pants.
And now she was naked. In the kitchen.
His cock roared to life, hard and throbbing. He jerked his T-shirt over his head, toed off his tennis shoes and pulled off his socks, then shrugged out of his sweats and dragged his boxer briefs off.
All the while, he watched as his girlfriend sipped coffee naked.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anyone get out of their clothes so fast,” she said.
“I was incentivized by a hot, naked woman in the kitchen.”
She put down her coffee mug, came over to him and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it with a firm grip. “I had a hot sexy dream last night about you and me in the kitchen.”
His brows shot up. “You did?” His cock tightened. “You know you’re going to have to tell me about it. Preferably while I’m inside of you.”
“Yes. I woke up wet and ready for you. Sadly, you were gone.”
“Now I’m really sorry I went for that early run.”
“Oh, that’s okay. I just rubbed my pussy and thought about you.”
“Christ.” He swept his hand around the nape of her neck and put his mouth over hers in a hard, demanding, passionate kiss that made her moan. She flicked her tongue against his, then sucked it, which made him groan against her lips.
She pulled away. “I’m ready for you, Flynn. Hot and wet and ready for you to fuck me on the kitchen counter.” She reached over and pulled out a condom packet from a nearby drawer.
“You are ready.”
“I told you—I had this dream.”
While he put on the condom, she inched up onto the counter. “You gave it to me hard here. Really hard.”
He scooped his hand under her butt and she wrapped her legs around his hips while he entered her, driving into her with one fierce thrust. She gasped and raked her nails down across his shoulder.
“Like this?” He powered in, then out, then drove in harder.
She lifted her gaze to his, her eyes all hot passion. “Yes, exactly like that.”
It was fast and furious, both of them panting as he shoved his cock in and out of her, making sure to grind against her clit with his body.
Amelia dug her nails into his arms and lifted against him, her pussy tightening around him with each thrust of his cock.
“Oh, yes, yes, just like this,” she said, tilting her head back to look at him. “That’s going to make me come. Fuck me faster.”
He did, and she exploded around him with waves of contractions that unraveled him. He climaxed with her, taking her mouth as he spurted inside of her with a furious rush of violent pulses that made him feel light-headed.
For a while, there was only the sound of both of them breathing heavily. Amelia ran her fingers down his arms.
“I need a shower,” she said.
“Me, too. But I think I’ll hold off until after the football game.”
He hoisted her off the counter and set her on her feet. She grabbed on to him, lifted up on her toes and kissed him.
When she pulled back, she smiled. “You made my dream come true, Flynn.”
His heart did a strange leap against his chest. “Glad to hear that.”
“I’m off to shower. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay.”
He watched her walk away, enjoying the view of her very fine ass as she disappeared down the hall.
She’d taken his breath away. And his heart, too.
Damn.
TWENTY-EIGHT
It was obvious that the Cassidys took their football very seriously. Amelia expected a lackadaisical football game, kind of half-assing it, maybe more like touch or flag football.
Oh, no. This was no-holds-barred, might-as-well-be-a-real-game kind of football with tackling in the dirt and everything.
Neighbors had showed up as well, so it was clearly some kind of annual event. Some young guys, some not so young and some in between, so they’d fielded two entire teams.
After they’d had breakfast, Lydia had already started to prepare lunch. There were leftovers from yesterday, along with a ham and some steaks Lydia said they were going to throw on the grill. Lydia was also making potato salad. They’d all pitched in and some of the neighbors brought food, too.
Amelia had met a lot of people and she’d never remember all their names, but now she sat outside in a chair next to Mia, who explained to her that the Cassidy Thanksgiving football game had started out small, but had quickly become an annual event.
“At first it was just the family. Then a few of the guys’ friends wandered over. Then some neighbors. Before long, we had fielded enough players that we had teams.”
“Obviously it’s a serious thing.”
“You have no idea.”
“You even have team shirts. Green and white. This is like . . . an actual game.”
Mia laughed. “All thanks to my dad. I think he misses playing, so this is his chance to get back in the game. He quarterbacks for the green team, of course, and Grant for the white team. Then they do schoolyard picks for the rest.”
