Draw Play: A Sports Romance by Tia Lewis

whispered. I had to adjust, was all. Already, a deep, warm pleasure had started to build. Its origin was Jake’s thick, long rod as it moved in and out of me.
    “Yes … yes…” I gasped, rolling my head from side to side. It was almost too good. I never knew it could feel like that—my only experience had been underwhelming, to say the least. This was something entirely new, something incredible and amazing and sweet and sensual.
    Somewhere in my consciousness, I heard him groaning and grunting above me. The sound of his pleasure intensified my own so that after a short while we both cried out as his thrusts got harder, deeper, and faster.
    “Yes … like that…” I whimpered, too afraid to tell him what I needed but desperate for it nonetheless. I whispered my need, begging for more. All of him.
    I felt tightening in my core again, and I welcomed it. I didn’t want the moment to end, but I needed the almost unbearable pleasure to stop. I needed a release.
    “Yes! Oh God, Jake!” I screamed softly as I came, holding him as close as I could, my body instinctively curling around him. He thrust once, twice, and then came with me. His cries touched something deep inside me. He was totally naked, totally vulnerable. I had never seen him like that, and it was so precious to me.
    That was it. It was over. I wished we could start again, but I didn’t dare hope for so much.
    I felt him leave me, and I sighed to myself. He rolled onto his side, facing me, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
    I didn’t know what to do next. I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I reached down, fumbling around until I found the sheets at the bottom of the bed. I pulled them over me, clutching them to my chest.
    Holy cow. That just happened.
    Did he expect me to be cool about it? Should I act like it was no big deal? Should I roll toward him or snuggle up close to him? Should I get up and offer him a sandwich? No—I didn’t have a kitchen. I was totally out to sea.
    I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. His eyes were closed, his body uncovered. He was a chiseled masterpiece from head to toe. I could hardly believe the body I’d been drooling over for weeks was in my bed—naked, at that.
    My body still hummed in the aftermath of the grand climaxes he gifted me with. I couldn’t thank him enough for those. I was sure I shouldn’t, either.
    What was I supposed to do next?

13

Jake
    S hit . I had no idea what to do next.
    I hadn’t planned on that happening. I didn’t know I wanted it to happen until I was close to Claire, feeling sorry for making her cry. It all happened so fast after that. One minute I was trying to comfort her. The next minute we were kissing and my body took over after that.
    How would she act? Would it be some awkward thing where we didn’t know what to say to each other? Would she think it was weird if I left? I wanted to leave. I wanted to get the hell away from her before I did something stupid again.
    Leaving would be stupid, too. I knew that. It would hurt Claire even more. Would I ever do the right thing by her? It seemed like no matter what I did, it was the wrong thing.
    I silently cursed myself as we lay there together. My eyes were still closed, so I didn’t know what she was doing. She was silent, I could tell that much. Maybe she fell asleep? Did girls do that? I had never been with a girl who didn’t either get up right away—usually because I told her to—or try to cuddle. I wasn’t a fan of cuddling. I didn’t know a man who was.
    She cleared her throat. Then, she did it again. I couldn’t ignore her forever. She was trying to get my attention. Apparently, she wanted me to do something.
    I opened my eyes, and then bit the side of my tongue to keep from laughing. She looked like a shocked old lady, holding the sheet up over her chest.
    “Sorry. I guess I dozed off for a second,” I said.
    “Yeah. That happens.” The nervousness in her voice and the way she