SCORE (A Stepbrother Sports Romance)(24)

Blake rocked back and forth, moving slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of him as he thrust. I wrapped my arms around him, clinging to him desperately. I kissed every inch of his skin I could reach. Selfishly, I took in all of him, the ecstasy building like a hot pool of lava in my stomach. My hands gripped his shoulders as tightly as possible as he picked up the pace, pushing into me harder and harder. I rocked my hips back, angling them so he could press as deeply into me as possible. I felt so much pleasure, waves of it crashing down on me, over and over again, each more intense than the last.

“Blake,” I breathed into his skin, calling for him, drowning in the touch of him and all that he was. I wrapped my legs firmly around his waist, and he let out a low moan and pushed even faster and harder than I thought possible. I held onto him as I felt the final wave of pleasure hit me, and I let out a final soft moan, my thighs quivering and my breathing labored. Just a second later, Blake’s body shuddered against mine as he came.

We detangled our bodies carefully, and he collapsed on the bed next to me. I took a moment to breathe, letting the reality of what had happened hit me. There was no remorse or regret. The only thing that existed inside me was gratitude. Gratitude that I finally got to have Blake, had finally felt his body against mine and felt our spirits connect in a way I hadn’t thought possible.

I looked at Blake. He glanced at me, and his eyes were glazed as if he were in a faraway place and had just descended back to Earth. He rolled onto his side, draped his arm over me, and pulled me close to him. I rolled onto my side so we were face to face.

“That was incredible,” I breathed, glowing in the aftermath of our lovemaking.

“You were incredible,” he said, letting out a small laugh as we stared into each other’s eyes.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time, our bodies against each other. A comfortable silence surrounded us, and I soaked up every second of this time, knowing the window we had was short.

Blake broke the silence first, and he let out a soft sigh and kissed my forehead lightly before saying, “I want to tell you something.” I stared into his shining green eyes and waited as he took a timid breath. “I love you,” he whispered finally, looking at me like I was the most important thing in the world to him.

I was not silent or hesitant because I knew the truth. “I love you, too.” My heart flowed with happiness.

A sloppy smile filled his face, and he kissed me once, gently on the mouth, before holding me again. “Now what?” he asked.

I pulled away, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look at him. “We’ve got two weeks,” I said carefully, a plan forming in my head.

“Two weeks?” he asked, confused.

I nodded. “Two weeks to be together, to be in love, and to do everything we want. But when our parents get back, we have to go back to normal.”

Blake nodded slowly, considering it. “Okay,” he said. “Like get it all out of our system.”

“Exactly!” I exclaimed.

“There’s only one problem with that.” He cupped my face gently.

“What’s that?” I asked, turning my head into the palm of his hand and kissing it.

Blake looked at me with intense eyes and whispered, “I’m not going to want to let you go.”

***

Two weeks whizzed by in a flash. Two crazy, hectic, lazy, glorious weeks. Blake and I spent every moment together. We ate together, slept together, and even showered together, which most of the time just led to something else. Now it was the last day, and reality was spinning toward us like a fiery comet charging at the earth.

We lay in his bed, naked and holding each other tightly. Blake kissed me softly and pleaded for the hundredth time, “I don’t want this to end.”

I nodded, my heart heavy with aching for someone already in my arms. “I know. But Blake, we don’t have a choice.”

He stood up quickly, throwing on his boxers and pacing madly around the room. “But we do, Alyssa. You’re just making the wrong one.”

My head ached, and I rubbed my temples vigorously. “I don’t want to spend our last day fighting,” I begged him.

“That’s the thing, Alyssa. It doesn’t have to be our last day,” he cried, hurt clear on his face.

I frowned and said, “It does, Blake. You know that.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, his heads in his hands. “I know,” he said finally with a sigh, defeat heavy in his voice.

I crawled over to him and wrapped my arms around him from behind. I kneeled on the bed, kissing his back once before laying my head against his warm, familiar skin. Every part of me ached, knowing this would be my last chance to touch him, to hold him. Blake was all I wanted. He was my very own forbidden apple, and I had to face the knowledge of what it was like to have him and then lose him.

I heard our parents’ car pull in the driveway, and I said nothing as Blake slipped out of my arms. I heard him get dressed, but I couldn’t move, the emptiness weighing me down. I watched Blake leave, but before he left, he said one last thing, not even bothering to turn and look at me.

“Maybe it’s best we not say goodbye,” he whispered.





Blake



My alarm buzzed loudly, waking me with its sharp, annoying cries. I turned it off with a sigh and climbed out of bed. It was the first day of spring semester, and I was not ready to face the day. I forced myself to get up, however, looking groggily around my dorm room. My body was tired from unpacking late into the night.