Page 122 of Defend Her Heart

“No. Keep it on. The jersey kink is a real thing, and I’ve dreamed of fucking you with my name on your back for years.”

Avery drops the material and places a finger on my chest. “Okay, Superstar. But first…” She drags her finger slowly down my sternum, past my abs, until she glides it along my length and grips me in her fist. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

She falls to her knees before I can respond and wraps her lips around my dick. My hands find the back of her head, and I slowly thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat. Avery gags but she doesn’t stop. No, instead, she picks up speed and reaches underneath me and squeezes my balls in her hand.

“Oh, fuck, Aves.” I look down and see her looking up at me. I grip her hair tightly now and set the pace. “Look at you on your knees with my name on your back. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”

As soon as I feel myself about to come, I pull her off my dick. Reaching down, I help her up and immediately spin her around. I push her over the arm of the couch and pull her ass to me. “Now, I’m going to fuck you as hard as I can from behind. You think you can handle that, Aves?”

She looks over her shoulder, and the wicked grin she shoots me nearly causes me to come all over her ass cheeks. “Give me all you got, baby.”

And then I slide myself home, right into her tight pussy that’s dripping for me.

Avery leans down, resting her head on her arms, moaning loud enough that I’m sure the neighbors below us can hear. The sight of her wearing my name, her beautiful ass raised in the air, spurs me on until I’m fucking her as hard as I can. Her bare ass slaps against my skin, and I feel myself reaching closer to my breaking point. Knowing how much she likes it, I reach back and slap her ass cheek.

Avery screams. “Connor! I’m coming. Oh my god.Fuck!”

Her arousal starts dripping out of her, covering my cock and her legs. I spill into her seconds later but continue moving in and out slowly, making sure she gets every last drop of me. With one final thrust, I push myself into her pussy, but don’t immediately pull out.

This is fucking heaven. Everything about this moment takes my breath away. My name falling from her lips. Her pussy wrapped around me. Our arousals mixing together to make a mess.Ourfucking name on her back. I could stay like this forever.

Avery pushes up onto her hands and looks back at me. She bites her lip and shakes her head. “You going to pull out of me anytime soon, Smith?”

I slap her ass and thrust into her hard, feeling myself grow again already inside of her.

“I don’t plan on it, Smith.”

She laughs and squeezes my cock with her pussy. And then I spend the rest of the morning making my wife moan my name.

It’s been a little over a month since the news broke that Connor and I are married. And honestly, it’s the best thing that could’ve happened to us. Both of us were too scared to bring up the fact that we wanted to stay married. So, even though Roger Park and Bryan—who leaked the information—are both scumbags, their plan backfired. I’ve never been happier.

And even though the Bobcats lost in the Western Conference finals this year, it hasn’t dulled our happiness.

I’ve been finding a new rhythm and sense of normal since my diagnosis. The beta blockers my doctor prescribed actually helped me more than I thought they would and I’m managing my symptoms much better now. It helps that I’m not fighting this alone anymore. The girls are constantly checking up on me. Tamara visits twice a week for dinner. Oh, did I mention I moved into Connor’s permanently after the news broke? Not that it was a surprise to anyone.

I’m on my way to the nail salon to meet the girls for a morning of pampering. Sadie planned a party for Connor and me this evening, and she’s making sure I experience everything I missed with my first wedding. I’m meeting them all ather place because that’s where the party is tonight. But when I get down to the street to hop in my car, panic ensues.

I swear to god, I parked it right in front of the restaurant.

I don’t take my car places often anymore since Connor and I usually go to work together now, but I still remember parking it here the last time I drove it.

Speed walking down the sidewalk, I’m in full blown panic mode now when I can’t find it. Dialing Connor’s number, he picks up after the first ring.

“I think someone stole my car.”

The noise in the background fades away and I hear Connor chuckle. “Why would anyone steal The Teal Deal? It barely runs.”

Defensiveness coats my every word. “Stop! You know how important she is to me. She’s gone. I’ve looked everywhere.”

“Take a deep breath for me, baby.”

I do as he says, but tears still sting at the backs of my eyes.

“The Teal Deal is in a storage unit about ten miles away.”

Wait, what?

Confused and thinking I misheard him, I ask, “Can you say that again?”