Wanting to enjoy this peaceful, intimate time for a little longer, I stretch my arm out from under the blankets and use my fingers to explore the nightstand. As soon as they find my phone I pull it back into the bed. I type in my passcode and touch the “news” icon. I might as well get up to date on current events while I wait for Brogan to stir.
I scroll through the top stories of the day, picking and choosing the articles I want to read this early in the morning. I click on the entertainment stories telling me about a music concert that has been postponed because the singer has laryngitis. I learn about the fate of another Hollywood couple, as well as which shows have already been picked up for a whole season.
As I continue skimming through my eye catches Brogan’s last name in the title of one of the sports articles. It says, “Lockwood leads Grizzlies to top ten ranking.” I immediately click on the article to open it. Once it loads a picture of Brogan pops up on the screen. He’s wearing the headset he wears during games and looks seriously sexy holding his playbook and watching intently as the game is played on the field.
The article is extremely complimentary. Grizzly fans love Brogan and think he’s doing a phenomenal job with the team. A few of his players are quoted in the article and they have glowing comments about their new coach as well.
While I lie here in his arms, I think about how strong he really is. He took a shitty situation, his career-ending injury, and made a really impressive comeback. Sure, he isn’t able to play the game anymore, but he’s still a part of what he loves and he’s killing it.
I slip out of bed, wrap myself in my robe and quietly make my way into the kitchen. There are signs of Brogan all over the apartment and it makes me smile. His shoes by the front door, his sweatshirt flung over the kitchen chair, his wallet and keys sitting on the table by the front door.
I pick up his sweatshirt and scrunch it up to my face. It smells like him. A clean, masculine scent that makes me want to crawl back under the covers and continue the fun we started last night.
“Cold?” Brogan says from behind me.
I squeal and jump at the sound of his voice.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I say, embarrassed that I was caught sniffing his sweatshirt.
“I’m getting used to sleeping with you. I feel the void when you’re gone.” He walks over and wraps his arms around me, all messy haired and sleepy faced. His lips nuzzle my neck and I start squealing again, this time because his whiskers are so ticklish on this sensitive place on my body.
I feel goosebumps break out on my skin as his playful embrace becomes more sensual. His boxers are thin and don’t leave anything to the imagination. I can clearly tell he’s in the mood this morning. As he continues to lick kisses onto my skin, his fingers trail down my body, under my robe.
His strong, wide hand finds my sex and spreads my folds, his fingers immediately slipping into my arousal and spreading it over my clit with the perfect touch. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on so I don’t crumble to the floor. My body responds so quickly to him, I’m already climbing toward release.
“I have to go to work soon,” I say. Always the responsible business-owner. I have to open the coffee shop today and while Brogan’s touch is mind-blowing, the rule-follower in me can’t shirk my responsibilities.
“We’ll be fast.” His hands are on my robe, pulling the tie apart. My hands find his boxers and pull them down as he lifts me and puts me on the edge of the table. His mouth is on mine, passionately kissing me, his tongue licking me when his cock slams into me.
I nearly come with his first thrust. I shout out and throw my head back as he thrusts into me over and over again. There’s a delicious ache building inside of me and all I can do is moan and hold on for the ride.
“Come on, baby,” he says. He must be getting close, but he wants to make sure I’m taken care of before he lets himself go. Someone definitely woke up in the mood this morning.
“Yes,” I shout as my orgasm overtakes me like a huge wave cresting in the ocean.
“Oh, Catey,” Brogan says as he thrusts one more time and holds me tightly to him as he comes inside of me.
I hold him tightly to me. It’s hard to distinguish between his heart and mine, they’re both pounding so fiercely. I enjoy the feeling of him rubbing my back and smoothing my hair. He makes me feel safe and loved, confident that he’s with me for the long haul now.
“Let’s get you ready for work,” he says as he lifts me off the table and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down and turns on the shower, testing the temperature before stepping under the stream. He holds out his hand to me and I take it.
He kisses me sweetly as soon as I’m in his arms and the warm water flows down my hair and back. His fingers push the hair out of my face and he breaks his lingering kiss with a final peck on the lips.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
He plants numerous small kisses on my lips until we both start giggling. When he turns around to get my shampoo I let myself openly admire his naked body. The way his muscles flex as he bends and turns makes my mouth water.
I’m smiling when he turns back and massages the shampoo into my hair. He lets his fingers work right down into my scalp, making me close my eyes and enjoy the special treatment I’m receiving this morning.
Once the shampoo is rinsed, he lathers soap on his hands and smoothes them over my body. He pays special attention to my breasts, plucking my nipples into hard peaks. It’s enough to make me want round two. He massages my shoulders for me as he rubs the soap into my back and down my hips.
He kneels down in the shower and lifts my legs up one at a time to wash all the way down my feet to my toes. Before he stands up he leans in and kisses me right between my legs, letting me feel his tongue. My hands move to cover myself and I giggle.
Smiling, he stands up and kisses me again, this time on my mouth.
“Don’t start, Lockwood,” I say.
“To be continued then.”
“That’s a wonderful idea.” I lather soap on my hands and rub it over his body, starting with his glorious pecs. Probably my most favorite part of his body if I had to choose. When I finish washing his body I turn around under the showerhead a few more times to rinse all of the last bits of soap from my body.
I pat him on the butt as I step out of the shower and grab my towel.
“Thanks for the shower, handsome,” I say. I dry myself off and then let the towel drop to the floor. I blow him a kiss and walk out of the bathroom, enjoying the devouring stare that follows me as I leave.
“You’re a tease, Mercer!” He shouts after me.
I scramble around the room getting dressed, unable to help being so playful and happy. This is something that I’ve wanted for years, even if I’ve had to try to convince myself it was never going to happen.
Brogan emerges from the bathroom a moment later, lacking a towel as well.
“Two can play at that game,” he says, clearly proud of himself.
I laugh and grab a hair tie off of my nightstand.
“What time is your game tonight?” I ask. I pull my hair up in a messy bun and walk back into the bathroom to put on a few brushes of powder.
“Starts at seven. I have two tickets for you sitting on the table.”
“Thanks! Just some of the perks I get for dating you, huh?” I lean back and poke my head out of the door wanting to see his reaction.
“Definitely. Hopefully it isn’t the only reason you’re dating me though.”
“Oh, please,” I walk back out and give him a playful shove while he’s putting his pants on and he almost falls over. “I wouldn’t even be going to this football game if you weren’t the coach.”
“I know.” He gives me a shitty grin and grabs me close for one more kiss.
“Good luck tonight. I’m so excited to see you in action!”
“I think you’ll be my good luck charm. No other luck needed.”
; “Well we can celebrate if you win. And if you happen to lose, I have ways to cheer you up.”
I suggestively wiggle my eyebrows, lean in for a soft, sexy kiss and turn to leave the bedroom.
“See you tonight!” I call as I grab my purse and head out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cate
The air in the bedroom is crisp and cool. Fall is officially here. I haven’t turned the heat on yet, but when the temperature drops at night it cools this old rickety place down. There’s a draft coming in through the window and I’m convinced there are other cracks as well, I can’t see them.
It’s only my face that’s cold, though. The rest of my body is encased in Brogan’s warm embrace. We’re both naked from our nocturnal adventures last night and our shared body heat acts like our own heated blanket. It’s so cozy that once again I don’t want to get out of bed.
Wanting to enjoy this peaceful, intimate time for a little longer, I stretch my arm out from under the blankets and use my fingers to explore the nightstand. As soon as they find my phone I pull it back into the bed. I type in my passcode and touch the “news” icon. I might as well get up to date on current events while I wait for Brogan to stir.
I scroll through the top stories of the day, picking and choosing the articles I want to read this early in the morning. I click on the entertainment stories telling me about a music concert that has been postponed because the singer has laryngitis. I learn about the fate of another Hollywood couple, as well as which shows have already been picked up for a whole season.
As I continue skimming through my eye catches Brogan’s last name in the title of one of the sports articles. It says, “Lockwood leads Grizzlies to top ten ranking.” I immediately click on the article to open it. Once it loads a picture of Brogan pops up on the screen. He’s wearing the headset he wears during games and looks seriously sexy holding his playbook and watching intently as the game is played on the field.
The article is extremely complimentary. Grizzly fans love Brogan and think he’s doing a phenomenal job with the team. A few of his players are quoted in the article and they have glowing comments about their new coach as well.
While I lie here in his arms, I think about how strong he really is. He took a shitty situation, his career-ending injury, and made a really impressive comeback. Sure, he isn’t able to play the game anymore, but he’s still a part of what he loves and he’s killing it.
I slip out of bed, wrap myself in my robe and quietly make my way into the kitchen. There are signs of Brogan all over the apartment and it makes me smile. His shoes by the front door, his sweatshirt flung over the kitchen chair, his wallet and keys sitting on the table by the front door.
I pick up his sweatshirt and scrunch it up to my face. It smells like him. A clean, masculine scent that makes me want to crawl back under the covers and continue the fun we started last night.
“Cold?” Brogan says from behind me.
I squeal and jump at the sound of his voice.
“I thought you were sleeping,” I say, embarrassed that I was caught sniffing his sweatshirt.
“I’m getting used to sleeping with you. I feel the void when you’re gone.” He walks over and wraps his arms around me, all messy haired and sleepy faced. His lips nuzzle my neck and I start squealing again, this time because his whiskers are so ticklish on this sensitive place on my body.
I feel goosebumps break out on my skin as his playful embrace becomes more sensual. His boxers are thin and don’t leave anything to the imagination. I can clearly tell he’s in the mood this morning. As he continues to lick kisses onto my skin, his fingers trail down my body, under my robe.
His strong, wide hand finds my sex and spreads my folds, his fingers immediately slipping into my arousal and spreading it over my clit with the perfect touch. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on so I don’t crumble to the floor. My body responds so quickly to him, I’m already climbing toward release.
“I have to go to work soon,” I say. Always the responsible business-owner. I have to open the coffee shop today and while Brogan’s touch is mind-blowing, the rule-follower in me can’t shirk my responsibilities.
“We’ll be fast.” His hands are on my robe, pulling the tie apart. My hands find his boxers and pull them down as he lifts me and puts me on the edge of the table. His mouth is on mine, passionately kissing me, his tongue licking me when his cock slams into me.
I nearly come with his first thrust. I shout out and throw my head back as he thrusts into me over and over again. There’s a delicious ache building inside of me and all I can do is moan and hold on for the ride.
“Come on, baby,” he says. He must be getting close, but he wants to make sure I’m taken care of before he lets himself go. Someone definitely woke up in the mood this morning.
“Yes,” I shout as my orgasm overtakes me like a huge wave cresting in the ocean.
“Oh, Catey,” Brogan says as he thrusts one more time and holds me tightly to him as he comes inside of me.
I hold him tightly to me. It’s hard to distinguish between his heart and mine, they’re both pounding so fiercely. I enjoy the feeling of him rubbing my back and smoothing my hair. He makes me feel safe and loved, confident that he’s with me for the long haul now.
“Let’s get you ready for work,” he says as he lifts me off the table and carries me into the bathroom. He sets me down and turns on the shower, testing the temperature before stepping under the stream. He holds out his hand to me and I take it.
He kisses me sweetly as soon as I’m in his arms and the warm water flows down my hair and back. His fingers push the hair out of my face and he breaks his lingering kiss with a final peck on the lips.
“I love you,” he says.
“I love you, too.”
He plants numerous small kisses on my lips until we both start giggling. When he turns around to get my shampoo I let myself openly admire his naked body. The way his muscles flex as he bends and turns makes my mouth water.
I’m smiling when he turns back and massages the shampoo into my hair. He lets his fingers work right down into my scalp, making me close my eyes and enjoy the special treatment I’m receiving this morning.
Once the shampoo is rinsed, he lathers soap on his hands and smoothes them over my body. He pays special attention to my breasts, plucking my nipples into hard peaks. It’s enough to make me want round two. He massages my shoulders for me as he rubs the soap into my back and down my hips.
He kneels down in the shower and lifts my legs up one at a time to wash all the way down my feet to my toes. Before he stands up he leans in and kisses me right between my legs, letting me feel his tongue. My hands move to cover myself and I giggle.
Smiling, he stands up and kisses me again, this time on my mouth.
“Don’t start, Lockwood,” I say.
“To be continued then.”
“That’s a wonderful idea.” I lather soap on my hands and rub it over his body, starting with his glorious pecs. Probably my most favorite part of his body if I had to choose. When I finish washing his body I turn around under the shower head a few more times to rinse all of the last bits of soap from my body.
I pat him on the butt as I step out of the shower and grab my towel.
“Thanks for the shower, handsome,” I say. I dry myself off and then let the towel drop to the floor. I blow him a kiss and walk out of the bathroom, enjoying the devouring stare that follows me as I leave.
“You’re a tease, Mercer!” He shouts after me.
I scramble around the room getting dressed, unable to help being so playful and happy. This is something that I’ve wanted for years, even if I’ve had to try to convince myself it was never going to happen.
Brogan emerges from the bathroom a moment later, lacking a towel as well.
“Two can play at that game,” he says, clearly proud of himself.
I laugh and grab a hair tie off of my nightstand.
“What time
is your game tonight?” I ask. I pull my hair up in a messy bun and walk back into the bathroom to put on a few brushes of powder.
“Starts at seven. I have two tickets for you sitting on the table.”
“Thanks! Just some of the perks I get for dating you, huh?” I lean back and poke my head out of the door wanting to see his reaction.
“Definitely. Hopefully it isn’t the only reason you’re dating me though.”
“Oh, please,” I walk back out and give him a playful shove while he’s putting his pants on and he almost falls over. “I wouldn’t even be going to this football game if you weren’t the coach.”
“I know.” He gives me a shitty grin and grabs me close for one more kiss.
“Good luck tonight. I’m so excited to see you in action!”
“I think you’ll be my good luck charm. No other luck needed.”
“Well we can celebrate if you win. And if you happen to lose, I have ways to cheer you up.”
I suggestively wiggle my eyebrows, lean in for a soft, sexy kiss and turn to leave the bedroom.
“See you tonight!” I call as I grab my purse and head out the door.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brogan
I can’t decide if being a coach or being a player is harder. It’s difficult to compare the two, now that I’m coaching instead of playing I realize all of the things that go into being a coach. Sometimes I miss playing and having someone else tell me what to do all of the time.
After Catey leaves for work, I quickly grab my things and head out the door, too. I should be at my office by seven but I’m not going to make that time today. There are so many different things I do now throughout the day, you’d think I wouldn’t have time to think about anything but the task in front of me.
Somehow, Catey is never far from my mind. I feel a rush of adrenaline when I think about her sitting in the stands tonight, watching me, cheering me on, being an important part of my life again.
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