Page 47 of On the Wild Side
Abbi leans in and kisses my shoulder. “What else?”
“Too many concussions to count.”
“Don’t you wear a helmet?”
I press my lips together and then shrug. “No. It’s not required. Honestly, studies have shown that with this sport, the helmet doesn’t prevent the concussion. You have to learn not to land on your head when you fall.”
“Can you even control that?”
“Not really.” I grin at her, wondering how much I should really tell her because it might freak her out a bit, and I don’t want to add to her anxiety.
“Don’t get apprehensive on me,” she says, as if she can read my mind. “Tell me.”
“Okay, I’ve had six broken ribs, not all at the same time.”
She bends over and kisses my torso, and my dick has decided to get in on this action.
“Liver laceration.”
“God, Brady,” she whispers and kisses under my breastbone. “I don’t know where your liver is, so this is close enough.”
I grin at her. Jesus, she’s beautiful.
“I’ve broken both hands.” She lifts each one, kissing them. “And I ripped my knee apart a few years ago.”
She shakes her head as she pulls the covers off of me and leans in to press her lips to the knee sporting the scar.
This turn of her body lifts her ass in the air, and I don’t miss the opportunity to cup it, let my fingertips brush over her slit, and she lets out a gasp but doesn’t pull away.
“We’re not done,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s close enough,” I reply and push onto my knees, moving behind her, keeping her ass in the air. “You have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen, Abs.”
“Right. It’s the size oftwoasses.”
And with that, I smack one cheek, hard enough to leave a little pink on the skin, and Abbi sits up and stares back at me.
“You didnotjust hit me.”
“I spanked you.” I pull her face in for a kiss. “Keep talking shit about your amazing body, and I’ll keep spanking you. Ball’s in your court, Blue Eyes.”
Those eyes narrow on me, and then she shrugs and pats me on the cheek.
“As long as it’s just spanking, we’re fine.”
“I willnevertouch you in anger.”
“Good. Now, where were we?” She leans onto her elbows, that ass in the air. “Ah, yes, right here.”
I lean over for a condom, but I toss it onto the bed and instead spread her lips with my thumbs and bury my face in her.
“Ah, shit,” she moans as I lick and nibble. I sink my tongue inside of her, fucking her, and I can feel her start to quake around me.
But I want to feel her come on my dick, so I roll the condom on and then push inside of her, making us both moan.
“So good.” She swallows hard and glances back at me. “It’s almost too good.”
I fucking love the way she pushes back against me, as if she can’t get enough, and I reach around to circle her clit with my finger, making her start to lose it again.