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In my long career, I've met more than my fair share of women, and not a single one of them could measure up to Brynn—not even close.
Daniel's a fucking greedy-ass-bastard.
"Come here," I say.
She takes a step closer, just close enough that I lean forward and reach for her hand, taking it into mine.
I pull her closer and then she's back on my lap, skin to skin.
She lifts up on her knees, scooting herself closer on the bench down my legs. I adjust myself to fit under her, the tip of my cock sliding through her slit in order to fit. All of the sudden her eyes widen.
"Condom," she says, wide-eyed.
"Shit. I forgot."
I never forget.
Not since Josslin.
This is the first time I didn't think about using a condom with a woman in two decades. There is no better evidence of how bad I want Brynn than this, I almost slip up right here. I would have gone bare inside of her and not cared about the consequences—I've always wanted a family. But watching Brynn still choose Daniel while pregnant with my baby isn't something I could stand aside for, and I won't hold her back from being with her first choice, which isn't me.
I'll blame the fact that I almost forgot the condom on the fact that I wasn't expecting Brynn to be on the fishing trip to begin with, but once she boarded the boat, I still foolishly thought I could resist her for long enough to get us back to land without pulling her under me.
It turns out that I underestimated my addiction to her and overestimated my level of self-control.
"Do you have any on the boat?" she asks.
"No, I don't."
"What? Why not? Did you run out?" she asks, as if I'm having large orgies out at sea and forgot to restock.
Who the hell does Brynn think I am?
Sometimes I get the feeling that Brynn thinks I'm a player who uses his professional hockey status to smash through women on a daily basis back at home. She hasn't come out and directly accused me of it but I can feel it sometimes. It's as if she doesn't think that being with her is special to me.
I think though the possibilities of where I might have a condom and then it dawns on me. I have one in my wallet. One that I put there every recently due to the woman sitting on my lap.
"Hold on, I have one," I tell her.
I pull her closer to hold her into place as I reach down for my boardshorts and then pull out my wallet. I grab the single condom out of it and then drop my wallet back on my shorts.
Ripping open the condom, I slide the latex down the full length of my shaft and then run my hand down the condom again to make sure it's secure. Brynn watches each movement I made and as soon as I finish, she scoots her way closer.
Her legs are too short for my cock to fit under her while she's straddling me. In one fluid motion I cup her ass with both hands and lift her up. She squeals and grips my shoulders. I took her by surprise but then she giggles when she realizes that she's not tall enough to ride this ride without a boost.
"You're so controlling during sex, aren't you?" she asks.
"You must like it because you kept coming on my cock all night long. What was the number again? Five?"
I can see the glint in her eye. She likes me demanding and a little rough. Would she admit it though… I don't know.
She's a romance writer but something tells me that she doesn't get her inspiration from Daniel.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you when I come anymore. You're starting to get too cocky about it," she teases.
"You don't have to tell me… just promise you won't ever fake it. Let me work for it until I get it right."
"I won't fake it."
