Page 19 of The Air I Breathe

A while later, I tilt my face to the side, trying to catch my breath as I come down from the orgasm that Blake wrung from me. I see the clock and blink twice, making sure I'm not imagining things. We've been at this for two hours, and he still hasn't gotten inside me yet, but we're almost there. His pants and underwear are gone, his shirt too, and he's gripping his cock at the base.

He raises an eyebrow, sweat pouring down his face. "Protection, Willa. What do we need?"

I swallow roughly, trying to stop panting. "I still have some tour dates, and although I have an IUD, I need to use condoms too. Nothing is one hundred percent, and there are so many counting on me. I hope you get it."

"I do. You can't be too careful, and I don't begrudge you that or feel like you owe me some sort of explanation. We'll do whatever you need me to do. I have them if you don't."

I nod toward the coffee table with the drawer on the side. "There's some in there. I don't believe you can ever be too prepared."

With a smirk and a raised eyebrow, he reaches for the drawer. When he pulls it open, his smile grows wider. "Mark this on a list of things I never thought would happen to me, but I'm glad it did."

Throwing my head back against the arm of the couch, I laugh. I’m giggling as he grabs one between two fingers, rips it open, and puts it on. "I'm ready."

"Me too." And with those words, he steadily feeds his cock into my pussy, holding it steady as he presses in.

"God, Blake." I dig my fingernails into his biceps, holding on as he spreads his legs and seems to get better leverage. Once he does, he goes hard at me, both of us chasing the pleasure we know we can get from one another.

Pressing his hand above my head, he swings his hips, thrusting in and out. Hooking my legs around his waist, I grind into him, reaching for the pleasure. My arms circle his neck, bringing him down to me. "Kiss me," I beg, taking his mouth with mine.

As my body tightens, he kisses me deeper before his mouth drops from mine, and he groans loudly. His cock jumps inside my body, and he’s coming along with me.

"Blake..." I pant, holding onto his sweaty flesh.

"Fuckin' hell, Willa." He slumps over my body, completely exhausted and spent.

I giggle, running my fingers through his hair this time instead of greedily holding him to me. "I know, and you know as well as I do, we're gonna get better at this the more we do it."

He hums. "Thank God for that, because that was pretty fuckin’ amazing. I can't imagine how it will be a year or two from now."

My heart lurches at the mention of a future, and for the first time in a long time, I hope for the future he's talking about.

Chapter Fifteen

Blake

The Nashville sun is beating down as the team practices in full pads and helmets, getting ready for our game this weekend at home against New England. Although we're used to the humidity and heat, we always make it a point to work out in full pads a few days before each game. We're already in better shape than most of our opponents; this just increases our conditioning.

Bret jogs over to me and comes to a stop, standing in front of me. "Where were you last night? CeCe wanted to invite you over for dinner, but you didn't answer any of my texts."

The worst part of being on the same team as your older brother is that he's always up in your fuckin' business. "I had other plans."

"Willa arrived in Nashville last night. Did she have anything to do with your plans?"

I sigh, tilting my head. "Maybe she did."

"Why are you trying to not say anything about this, Blake? It's not like you. I'm not trying to be nosy—I'm literally making conversation."

I don't know why I'm holding all of this so close to the vest. I usually share everything with him, even if it's not shit he wants to know. Maybe I'm trying to protect her and her privacy as well as mine. But this is my brother—what I tell him shouldn't matter. "We spent the evening together."

"So that's where you got that hickey on your neck?" He smirks.

"Shit." I wish I had a mirror so I could see it.

"Relax, no one knows the two of you are hanging out right now other than the team and the people who guessed from the podcast. No one is going to blow your cover. We love you too much for that."

"Sorry." I scratch my neck self-consciously. "It's not even about the cover. It's just she's got so many eyes looking at her, and I know they're going to be on me too. I'm trying to get ahead of it, and part of that is learning not to tell everything about my life to people."

He rolls his eyes. "I'm not people. I'm your brother."