All Chapters of Kiss It Better: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

When I’ve inched the tip of his shaft inside of me, between that tight ring of nerve endings that ripple and dampen around him, my head falls back and I moan at the ceiling. It’s almost too much to look at Jace, at his seething muscles, the stark lines of his throat that stand out more and more with every inch I slide down, down, until he’s mostly in? I think? We both look down at where our bodies are joining together, the huge trunk of his erection only halfway hidden in my folds and digging my nails into his pectorals, I rock side to side, determined to take more.“Fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” he chants, sweat breaking out on his forehead, upper lip, the valley in between his pecs. “Jesus, Aleera, how tight is that thing?”I lean down until our foreheads are pressed together. “Tight,” I say, pouting my lips against his hard, sculpted ones, letting him capture me, pull me under into a wild, carnal kiss. A filthy kiss that makes me dig my knees into the bed, just for an anchor against the r

It’s safe to say I’m officially over my aversion to basketball players.Or maybe this newfound appreciation for them is all about Jace?Oh yeah. Definitely just Jace.I can’t take my eyes off of him during the practice, my fingers curled into the edge of the seat, legs crossed beneath my skirt to hide panties that dampen every time he barks an authoritative order on the court. My pulse flutters in more than just my veins, there is a pulse between my thighs that beats in a low, tumultuous rhythm, my entire body feeling hot and flushed.Lord, the way he moves is so fluid. A little bit cocky, but focused.He lifts his T-shirt to wipe sweat from his brow, briefly revealing that gloriously chiseled stomach and I barely trap a moan, squeezing my legs together.I need him inside of me.Now.He told me to think of us having sex while he practiced. So I would be ready for him as soon as the buzzer sounds. And he really didn’t need to give me those instructions, because I can’t control the movi

She says the words that rip the heart straight out of my chest.Because she’s right. I knew the reckoning was coming as soon as I heard Rick shouting my name angrily. They say hindsight is twenty-twenty and this is proof. I could have won her without being deceitful, but now I’ve fucked up the best thing I’ve ever had or will ever have again, haven’t I? I’ve lost her trust, that’s what kills me the most of all. I only had it, truly had it, for a matter of moments before my mistake tore it away.You’re the same as the rest of them.No. I want to shout the denial. But how can I? When she was a child, her father paid off her mother for custody in the divorce. I know how much that gutted her. And I forced her father into doing it again, hurting her worse. When that wasn’t enough, I left myself a way to manipulate the situation. How can I deny being exactly like the men she’s avoided all her life? Men who maneuver women like toys.“Don’t say I’m like them,” I choke out. “Please.”The tears

I sit up in bed, alarmed. Am I really worrying about how he feels after he tried to pull a fast one on me? Jeopardizing my freedom?Our eyes lock from across the rumpled sheets, mine conflicted, Jace’s rapt and intense. Oh lord, if I sit this close to him much longer, I’m going to forgive him, aren’t I? I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt, make excuses for his behavior, give him a second chance. And I’ve witnessed far too many women regret giving second chances to their significant others.Jace is just like them. Isn’t he?I start to get out of the bed, intending to lock myself in the bathroom so I don’t forgive him, but Jace catches me around the waist and throws me down before I can gain my feet, climbing on top of me, flattening my body between him and the mattress. “I’m sorry for playing dirty, angel, but after a week without you, I’m losing my fucking mind. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat.” He leans down and exhales roughly into my neck, making my eyelashes flutter. “I’m in

Ten Years LaterCarrying my box full of medical supplies, I walk into the gym only to find a familiar sight. My husband trying to teach a bunch of second graders how to play basketball while our daughter hangs from his neck, our other daughter listening to him lecture with the deep concentration she inherited from Jace. Our girls couldn’t be more different from each other, one serious about honing her basketball skills, the other one just in it for the socializing and snacks.His voice is like coming home after a long journey, even though I’ve only been gone a couple of hours. I’ve been back at the house working on the website for our youth basketball program, founded by me and Jace when he retired from the league three years ago. After winning four championship titles for the city of LA, his only wish was to spend more time with me and his girls, so he got to work, creating the number one girls’ basketball program in the state.I’m the on-site medical trainer, splitting my time betwe