The Blueprint, page 29
He pulled back with a laugh. “I can’t promise that.”
I still got sex, sun, and fun for six days. Yes, I would probably have to drink a few nasty smoothies and go for a few morning walks, but the payout would be pretty damn spectacular. Let’s just say I’d done more for less.
Hashtag winning.
“Well?” Blue arched his brows. “What do you think?”
“That’ll do, pig,” I said, because if he could quote Yoda, I could certainly quote the movie Babe. “That’ll do.”
I WAS starting to think being in love had given me a permanent high. It still hadn’t worn off by the time Blue picked me up after all my classes and took me out to dinner. For the first time, I worried about getting too close or touching him unnecessarily. The day before, we were just a couple of friends, and I wouldn’t have thought twice about linking my arm with his. Now I felt awkward when we brushed hands by accident.
It was a unique look at what was in store for me—hiding a relationship with such a public sports figure—and I knew I had to chill. The more nervous we acted, the more people would wonder. I had a feeling it was going to take me a while to find the perfect balance. Or maybe Blue would quit football altogether and avoid eventual brain damage, and I wouldn’t have to worry about that at all.
Hey, a guy could hope.
After such a momentous day in our lives, we wanted to do something different—something celebratory. But as I brushed my teeth in the bathroom mirror and watched him hum—out of tune… so out of tune—in the shower, I realized nothing had changed because we’d always been in love with one another. Our brains were just catching up.
Nothing had changed… except I got to watch him in the shower. Naked. With soap and bubbles and water running down his well-toned body… sliding down his cut stomach and down over those thick, muscled thighs. I watched the soap make its way down his body and settle into the thatch of hair around his fully erect cock.
I blinked and jerked my gaze up. He was smiling as he ducked his head under the spray, but clearly he’d caught my ogling. Something damp landed on my shirt, and I realized I was actually drooling… drooling toothpaste like a rabid Saint Bernard. I turned and rinsed my mouth—both out and around. I dabbed at my T-shirt and blushed. As I was saying, nothing had changed except that I was pretty sure I was getting fucked in a few minutes.
And I was right.
He braced on his forearms above me and knelt between my spread thighs, smelling like soap and toothpaste and clean sweat. I leaned up to nip at his lip, and he kissed me thoroughly enough to leave me a little breathless. There was something indefinably tender in his expression as he worked me open. “Let me in, sweetheart.”
“Trying,” I said with a grunt. “It’s gonna take me a while to get used to this sucker.”
“I guarantee you will.” He chuckled softly, almost ruefully. “I’m pretty sure you were made for me.”
“Made for you?” I raised an eyebrow, but my sassiness took a hit when he finally eased inside me. We both sighed with pleasure. “I’m going to give you a back rub after we’re finished. You must be tired from hauling that ego around all day.”
He snorted. “Shut up, Kel.”
“How do you know you weren’t made for me?”
“I’m older. I was around before you were even a thought.” He stuck out his tongue. “Deal with it.”
By a year, I wanted to protest. Instead I sucked his tongue into my mouth, and he started moving, and I figured I could deal with his assailable logic as long as he kept fucking me like that. I pulled him down closer, so we were skin-to-skin, and he sighed into my mouth.
And when we finished, he flopped on his back like a big bear on his first night of hibernation, and I cuddled up against his side. Well, correction—I cuddled up against his side after he nearly pushed me off twice. We needed a bigger bed, and I planned to put that on the list. I had no intention of being crushed by Mount Blue some morning.
As I lay there trying to catch my breath, I felt kind of… peaceful. Happy. And I couldn’t deny a lot of that had to do with the big hibernating lug next to me who took up slightly more than his allotted share of bed space.
Something amazing happens in your world when the person you think is crazy special thinks you’re kind of special too. I didn’t know if there was a biological name for it, and I wasn’t about to distort science to create an explanation for strange phenomena. Love made my world better—that’s all I really needed to know.
His sleepy voice interrupted my mental list. “Kels?”
“Yeah?”
“I was made for you too. He just made me a little early.” He yawned. “Good night, baby.”
I smiled in the dark. Someone had just upgraded himself to a Sleep Number mattress.
“Good night, Blue.”
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By S.E. Harmon
The Blueprint
P.S. I Spook You
THE PI GUYS
Stay With Me
So Into You
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The Blueprint
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Digital published March 2018
v. 1.0
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