Chapter 10: Away Game Weekend — Hotel

The group-chat notification still glowed on my screen from the night before, that risky reply I’d sent—”Tell Mike he can watch next time”—burning behind my eyelids as I woke tangled in damp sheets. Sunlight cut across the bed, catching the faint sheen of dried release on my inner thighs from the couch session that had left the cushion ruined. I slipped into the shower before Ethan could stir, letting the spray cascade over every curve while my fingers traced the silvery trails across my belly without the old reflexive flinch. The skin felt different now—claimed, alive, no longer something to hide. Yet the client bonus email that had pinged at dawn only deepened the hollow ache; the rebrand was safe, money secure, but my mind kept replaying Mike’s knowing smirk and the way the whole team’s silence had turned protective, electric.

Ethan left for the tournament with the guys in a separate car, his goodbye hug lingering with that same innocent “You seem lighter lately, Mom—glad whatever it is is working.” The words twisted fresh in my gut, but I smiled, packed the overnight bag with trembling hands, and climbed into Derek’s truck for the two-hour drive. No panties under the fitted sundress that hugged every soft roll and curve; the fabric whispered against bare skin with every bump in the road. Fogged windows came fast—his hand between my thighs while the highway blurred past, two thick fingers curling slow and deep until I came quietly against the seat, biting my own wrist to stay silent with Ethan’s car somewhere ahead.

The hotel room door clicked shut behind us like a seal on stolen time. Small, dim, king bed dominating the space with crisp white sheets that smelled of fresh linen and faint hotel soap. Derek dropped his bag, turned, and pulled me close in one motion. We started slow on the edge of the mattress—spooning on our sides, his chest warm against my back, one arm draped over my waist. His thick length nudged between my cheeks first, then slid home raw and deep from behind while his fingers found my nipples, rolling and pinching with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. The rhythm built gentle but insistent, the quiet slap of skin against skin filling the room alongside my soft gasps. “Gonna fill you so full tonight, Mommy,” he murmured against my neck, the breeding edge in his voice sending fresh slickness coating him. I arched back, taking him deeper, the position letting every inch press right where I needed it most until the first orgasm rolled through me in long, trembling waves.