Romance: Sports Romance: ON SIDE (Secret Baby Pregnancy Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Fiction) by Raven Monet Page B
Authors: Raven Monet
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groan from his lips as I said, “Do it, Micah. Mark me. Make me yours.”
I felt myself tighten up around his cock as my body experienced mind-shattering spasms. My head fell forward, hair flying everywhere as the pleasure became too much. I begged him, over and over again, in the throes of my orgasm, “Please, Micah. Please, baby, please.”
My hands were clenched tight to his chest, holding on tight as I rocked and bucked wildly on top of him. Now was the time to do it, if he wanted to do it. It would hurt less now.
Lifting my head up, throwing my hair back, I once again exposed my neck, pressing it into Micah's face. “Bite me, baby. Just not too hard, remember – ”
But I didn't have to tell him to be gentle. Micah bit me, his teeth entering my flesh as another orgasm rocked my body. His hands held onto me, keeping me in place as even he shuddered against me. I screamed, but not from the pain of the bite, but from the pleasure mixed with pain. A euphoric feeling rushed through my veins from where he bit me, all the way to my heart. It hurt. It was as if my heart stopped for a moment, then started beating again. This time in rhythm to Micah's. He pulled back, staring into my eyes as he raised his body up from the couch while holding me down, shoving himself deeper inside of me and staying there.
The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy. And just seeing the way his face twisted with pleasure and hearing the sounds of pleasure escaping him – it overwhelmed me and sent me into another shuddering orgasm. Together, we rode this one out. Our hearts beating as one.
Our bodies truly united in the way you only can be if you've been marked.
And I had to admit, it was truly fucking amazing. More so than the first time I'd been marked. And I never, in my wildest dreams, would have thought was even possible.
Chapter Five
I was still in his lap, staring into his eyes when the other side of my neck – the side he hadn't marked – started burning. My heart raced as the blood stopped in my veins. I had hoped that Micah's marking would break my ties to his brother, but it obviously hadn't.
Micah must have seen something in my eyes. “What is it, Lucy? Are you okay?”
I couldn't breathe, much less talk. It felt like someone had hold of my throat and was squeezing the life from me. It could only mean one thing.
“Deacon,” I managed to choke out as the air rushed into my lungs at last.
Coughing and choking, I nearly fell from Micah's lap, but he held onto me, held me close, watched me and tried to figure out what he could do.
“Lucy. Oh God, Lucy. Lucy,” he said over and over again, holding my face in his hands. “What about Deac – ”
But he never finished his question. He didn't have to.
The front door splintered and cracked at the hinges as it burst inward. Whether it was locked or not, it didn't matter. He could get through any door, come into any house he wanted.
I jumped up as soon as I heard the sounds, pulled myself away from Micah's lap as quickly as possible. Not that there was any way to cover up what we'd just been doing anyway – we were both still buck naked after all. I grabbed a blanket on the couch, covering my body with it as if that might do some good.
Micah was standing, growling, his eyes red and fierce.
Deacon stood in the doorway, fists balled up at his side, ready to smash someone's face in. The only thing that stopped him was a surprise. There was a look of hurt in his eyes. He looked shocked and for a moment, I felt horrible. Until I remembered who he was – and what he was capable of.
“Deacon, no,” I said, rushing toward him as if I could stop a fight from breaking out.
Micah grabbed me, held me back in his arms. I fought against his hold, but Micah was worried about me, not knowing that Deacon would never, ever hurt me.
“Please,” I begged him. “I can't let him hurt you.”
“He's not going to hurt me, Lucy,” Micah whispered into my ear, his gaze still
I felt myself tighten up around his cock as my body experienced mind-shattering spasms. My head fell forward, hair flying everywhere as the pleasure became too much. I begged him, over and over again, in the throes of my orgasm, “Please, Micah. Please, baby, please.”
My hands were clenched tight to his chest, holding on tight as I rocked and bucked wildly on top of him. Now was the time to do it, if he wanted to do it. It would hurt less now.
Lifting my head up, throwing my hair back, I once again exposed my neck, pressing it into Micah's face. “Bite me, baby. Just not too hard, remember – ”
But I didn't have to tell him to be gentle. Micah bit me, his teeth entering my flesh as another orgasm rocked my body. His hands held onto me, keeping me in place as even he shuddered against me. I screamed, but not from the pain of the bite, but from the pleasure mixed with pain. A euphoric feeling rushed through my veins from where he bit me, all the way to my heart. It hurt. It was as if my heart stopped for a moment, then started beating again. This time in rhythm to Micah's. He pulled back, staring into my eyes as he raised his body up from the couch while holding me down, shoving himself deeper inside of me and staying there.
The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy. And just seeing the way his face twisted with pleasure and hearing the sounds of pleasure escaping him – it overwhelmed me and sent me into another shuddering orgasm. Together, we rode this one out. Our hearts beating as one.
Our bodies truly united in the way you only can be if you've been marked.
And I had to admit, it was truly fucking amazing. More so than the first time I'd been marked. And I never, in my wildest dreams, would have thought was even possible.
Chapter Five
I was still in his lap, staring into his eyes when the other side of my neck – the side he hadn't marked – started burning. My heart raced as the blood stopped in my veins. I had hoped that Micah's marking would break my ties to his brother, but it obviously hadn't.
Micah must have seen something in my eyes. “What is it, Lucy? Are you okay?”
I couldn't breathe, much less talk. It felt like someone had hold of my throat and was squeezing the life from me. It could only mean one thing.
“Deacon,” I managed to choke out as the air rushed into my lungs at last.
Coughing and choking, I nearly fell from Micah's lap, but he held onto me, held me close, watched me and tried to figure out what he could do.
“Lucy. Oh God, Lucy. Lucy,” he said over and over again, holding my face in his hands. “What about Deac – ”
But he never finished his question. He didn't have to.
The front door splintered and cracked at the hinges as it burst inward. Whether it was locked or not, it didn't matter. He could get through any door, come into any house he wanted.
I jumped up as soon as I heard the sounds, pulled myself away from Micah's lap as quickly as possible. Not that there was any way to cover up what we'd just been doing anyway – we were both still buck naked after all. I grabbed a blanket on the couch, covering my body with it as if that might do some good.
Micah was standing, growling, his eyes red and fierce.
Deacon stood in the doorway, fists balled up at his side, ready to smash someone's face in. The only thing that stopped him was a surprise. There was a look of hurt in his eyes. He looked shocked and for a moment, I felt horrible. Until I remembered who he was – and what he was capable of.
“Deacon, no,” I said, rushing toward him as if I could stop a fight from breaking out.
Micah grabbed me, held me back in his arms. I fought against his hold, but Micah was worried about me, not knowing that Deacon would never, ever hurt me.
“Please,” I begged him. “I can't let him hurt you.”
“He's not going to hurt me, Lucy,” Micah whispered into my ear, his gaze still
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