Page 66 of Trying Not to Need You

He winks. “I know. I have the aches and pains to prove it. Come on.” He leads me to the concession stand, and we get two Dr. Peppers and a soft pretzel with cheese to split before making our way to our seats. I’m excited to see the show with him. I love being able to get a glimpse of his world through his eyes, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ready to rush back to the hotel and let him try to knock me up, as he so eloquently put it.

“What a night,” I say, as we step into our hotel room in downtown Nashville. “I loved being able to have you there to explain the scoring and just watching the show with you. I wanted this little getaway to be for you, but I think I enjoyed it more than you did.” I laugh, kicking off my cowboy boots.

“I enjoy every single second I get to spend with you, Bay.”

Sitting down on the bed, I lean back on my arms and tilt my head to the side as I watch him take off his own boots and start to strip out of his clothes. He really is beautiful, even with the scars from his bull-riding days. They’re him. And to me, there’s nothing better than Macklin. “I never had a chance, did I?”

“What do you mean?”

“Of not falling in love with you.”

He smiles. It’s soft, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and the green seems to sparkle even in the dim lighting of the hotel room. “That was always the plan. I wanted you to love me. To need me.”

“You got your wish, cowboy.”

He nods as he tosses his shirt over the back of the chair and starts on his jeans. I stay where I am, just enjoying the show, watching my man strip. When he’s finally naked, he stalks toward the bed, stopping just out of reach. Sitting up, I take my time, letting my eyes roam over his toned body. His cock is hard and standing proud, and my mouth waters. I stand, only to fall to my knees, fisting and stroking him, adding just the right amount of pressure that I know he craves. Then, I take him into my mouth.

“Fuck, Bay,” he rasps, pushing my hair back over my shoulders. “Your mouth feels incredible.”

I hum my agreement, which makes him curse under his breath. He gathers my hair in his hands, but never makes a move to apply pressure. He never does. Gripping the back of his thighs with my hands, I take him as deep as I can without gagging, and when I pull back to get some air, he grips beneath my armpits, and he pulls me to my feet.

“I can’t give you a baby if I come down your throat, beautiful,” he says before his lips find mine. The kiss is gentle, doing nothing to calm the intensity of what I feel for this man.

Finally, he pulls back. His heated gaze bores into mine. “Baylor?”

“Macklin,” I sass.

He grins. “Strip.”

“Yes, sir,” I say, making him groan, and his cock twitches. He reaches down and grips his length, stroking from base to tip, while I make quick work of getting undressed.

When I’m finally naked, I place my hands on my hips and say, “I’m naked, cowboy. Now, what are you going to do with me?”

He gives me a devilish smirk. “You know that I love you, right?” He reaches up and runs his index finger softly down my cheek.

“You know I do. I love you, too,” I tell him.

“Good. Remember that when I fuck our firstborn into you.” He smacks my ass, making me yelp and then moan, because damn, this man and his mouth. From sweet to spicy, I never know what I’m going to get with him, but one thing remains the same.

He’s mine.

I’m his.

Deciding to lean into his spicy, I turn, climb onto the bed on all fours, and wiggle my ass at him while glancing over my shoulder. “You plan on starting on this fucking anytime soon?” I ask.

He chuckles, steps closer to the bed, grips my hips, and presses his hard cock against me. “Are you ready for me, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ve been ready since you reminded me at the arena that you were going to knock me up,” I tell him, still looking back over my shoulder.

He moves his hands from my hips. One gathers my hair in a ponytail with a firm grip, and with the other, he traces his fingers gently down the length of my spine. “It’s crazy that tonight could be it. We could create something that’s a piece of both of us. A little of you, a little of me, and a whole lot of love,” he says, leaning over to trail kisses down my back.

“Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking. I know we’re doing this backward. I know we should slow down, but there are no rules in relationships. We both want this, so we’re doing it. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. All that matters is that we’re in this together. And no matter when it happens, our kid, or kids, if we’re lucky enough, will know what it’s like to grow up with parents who adore one another.

We’re choosing love.

We’re choosing us.

He pulls back, tugging gently on my hair. “Is your pussy ready, baby?”