Everything I love, just one misstep from being ripped away.
The more I relish in something, the harder it’ll hit when that something disappears.
Is that why I tried to push my husband away months ago? Was I just preparing for some sort of inevitable “end to a good thing” I’ve been trained my whole life to expect?
Can’t this just be an amazing life I allow myself to have?
“Y’know,” says Tanner right into my ear, sneaking up behind me in that way he loves to do, “I gotta admit, you look damned hot as a demented baker.”
I lean back against him with a sudden urge to giggle. “I think someone spiked the punch.”
“Your outfit kinda reminds me of our college days. When I’d catch you after some culinary class. You in your cute outfit. Sugar and powder and dough all over you, smelling like … likeanoven.” He buries his nose into my neck, taking a whiff that sends shivers of delight scattering over my body. “Kinda gettin’ me hard.”
I turn my head slightly. “Your costume reminds me of this totally cute, off-limits football jock who used to ignore me back in high school.”
He exhales onto my neck. I can’t tell if it’s a sigh or a laugh. “I swear, babe, biggest regret of my life, not being bold enough to make a move on you back then.”
“Wasn’t long after,” I admit, “just a few summers later.”
“Biggest regret,” he repeats, takes another sniff behind my ear, making me feel like he’s less of a zombie and more a werewolf, how he’s consuming my scent. “I would’ve stolen you away before every class. Taken you into the locker room. Had my way with you and let you have your way with me.”
“I was such a stress ball my senior year.”
“I’d have loosened you up, given you the lovin’ you deserved.” He kisses my ear. “You know how fuckin’ crazy I am for you?”
I turn around fully now, looking him in the eyes. “Is this your way of saying you want to fuck tonight in our costumes? Relive the good ol’ days we never had?”
Tanner’s eyes sparkle in this uniquely Tanner way, that makes him look both sad and deliriously overjoyed.
It’s probably better described as:horny.
We leave the kids at the party on some made-up lie that we had to get something from the house, and the second that door crashes shut, the pair of us are all over each other in the dark. His broad football shoulder pads must be doing something deep to me, because the only clothing I rip off his body are his cleats and his pants. I lie over him on the couch, pressing my lips to his with a force that surprises us both.
I don’t know if I’ve ever tasted him this strongly before.
Gripped his body this tightly.
Wanted him so badly.
It’s like the horniest, hungriest version of my teenage self is bursting out of my soul to reclaim those high school jock fantasies I never lived—or dared to admit I even had.
I reach between his legs and find my man hard and throbbing. That’s the thing about Tanner: he’s ready to go, any time of day or night. The more I massage him, the deeper our kissing grows until it feels downright frantic.
I pull away. Tanner’s eye-black is smeared across his cheek. “I am so fuckin’ into this.”
“I’m just happy we can be as loud as we want for the first time in over a year,” he groans back, out of breath.
I yank him off his back and sit him up, earning a deliciously deep grunt from him, surprised by my strength, most likely. Then I slide down between his legs, kneeling on the hard floor in front of him and wrapping my mouth around his cock.
You’d think we’ve never done this before, the way he throws his head back and moans so deep, the fucking house trembles.
I cling to the sides of his ass cheeks, even buried in the couch as they are, and bob my head up and down on his dick. His fingers weave themselves into my hair and cling, guiding me.
I know he’s a goofy sweetheart most hours of the day, but when it comes to sexy times, he becomes a beast who won’t shy away from grabbing my hair and using his muscle.
And goddamn, if it doesn’t drive me crazy.
He sure takes advantage of our increased noise real estate, as his breaths grow vocal and begin to fill every corner of the room.