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.Mike hummed, moving a little faster,rocking on his prick.He licked inside Mike's mouth, tongue finding Mike's, tangling together withit.Mike reached up and back, holding onto his neck, arching for him."So good, baby.Love you so much." He pushed up as hard as he could, loving Mike witheverything he had."Yeah.Yeah, Jess.All yours." Mike gasped, moaning low."Yours."Yeah, that was right."Mine, baby.Mine." He punctuated the words with hard thrusts and then ranhis teeth over Mike's skin, not enough to mark, just so his baby could feel him there."Yeah." The whisper was sweet, low, the feel of Mike rippling around him as come sprayed overhis fingers, just perfect.He held on as long as he could, loving the sensation of Mike's body milking him, and then heshouted, gave it all up, and filled Mike with his spunk.Mike held him, just kept him close andtight.He petted Mike's belly, shoulders and chest, head resting against Mike's back as he fought tocatch his breath.The storm hit as they came down, the ice and sleet slamming into the windows.He curled uparound Mike on the couch, pulling an afghan over them."So, baby, you like cooking?"Personal Best: A Going for the Gold Novel - 79"Uh-huh." Mike nodded, eyes drifting closed."Like lots of things with you.""Good.Good." He kissed the soft skin just below Mike's ear."Don't fall asleep, baby, the foodwon't take very much longer.""Mmm.'kay."He chuckled, fingers stroking Mike's skin and then pinching Mike's hip.Mike jerked, frowned, muttered softly."Ow.Be nice."His laughter continued, fingers moving up toward Mike's nipples."Just trying to keep you awake."Mike burrowed into the cushions, ass wiggling.Jessy rubbed his nose along Mike's neck, fingerspushing, searching out and then pinching Mike's nipple."Mean." Mike drew his arms in, protecting those sensitive, little nubs."Am not.You love it." He found and pinched Mike's other nipple.Mike snorted, going flat."Napping.""No napping.You have to keep an ear out for the timer.""Napping is healthy." Little shit.Jessy could hear the laughter."That dinner burns and I'm making you eat it regardless." He pinched Mike's nipple again."You're awake.You can hear the timer.""Brat!""Uh-huh."He laughed and bit Mike's nape."Just for that I think you should serve dinner naked.""No way.I would freeze." Mike wiggled again, playing with him."Then behave." He rolled his groin against Mike's ass."I was behaving.I was sleeping." Mike rubbed back."But I told you not to sleep." It didn't matter that they were talking in circles, what mattered wasthe way they were making each other feel, the way they were enjoying each other.And he wasenjoying Mike very much, cock struggling to get hard again, his baby such an inspiration.Personal Best: A Going for the Gold Novel - 80"But we're having a break.You said." Mike chuckled, stretched beneath him."Yes, but I also said no napping." He nipped at Mike's earlobe."You can't just pay attention halfthe time.""I pay attention all the time, but you're not Coach right now, not the boss.""Not the boss! I thought I was always the boss.""Nope.Not the boss.Just Jessy.""Oh, I'm crushed." He had to fight his laughter, but he managed it."Uh.Jess? I'm the one on the bottom." Mike's laughter bubbled out, body shaking with it.He slapped Mike's ass, his own laughter making his aim sloppy."Brat!""Yours."He purred, warm all through."Yeah, baby.Mine."He might have started something more at that point, but the timer went off in the kitchen."Soundslike supper is ready.""Cool." Mike grinned."Let's go eat.It smells good.""It does.I think you did a fabulous job.And now you don't have an excuse to be making chili dogswith Twinkies for dessert." He followed Mike out after slipping on his jeans and shirt, sat at thecounter to let Mike dish up."I like chili dogs." Mike cleaned up, slipped on a sweat suit from the laundry room."They just suredidn't like me yesterday.""That'll be because you're eating good food now -- your body keeps expecting that.""But how does that work?" Mike handed him a full plate, then fixed another."There's meat andtomatoes in chili, meat and tomatoes in this.""Hamburger meat and hotdogs are not the same as chicken breast to start with.And you had onionsall over yours.""Onions are vegetables." Mike didn't have as much alfredo, but he took almost all the green beans."They're a spice." He stole a few of Mike's beans."Nope.Vegetables." Mike drank his milk, dug in happily.Personal Best: A Going for the Gold Novel - 81He chuckled and had a taste himself."Oh, this is excellent, baby -- you did an awesome job."He got a pleased, little smile, a nod."It's good.""I'm going to look forward to the nights it's your turn to cook now," he teased.Mike rolled his eyes."Right.We should learn to make stew.I like stew.And chicken soup, butonly from the can.""I can teach you how to make stew.Not too many potatoes, though -- I don't want it getting tooheavy on you."Mike had to keep his meals fairly light, especially when he was practicing flat-out."I like the beans best and the little barleys." Mike met his eyes."I'm not going to get fat, Coach.Iwork out all the time."He nodded, serious now."It's got nothing to do with fat, Mike.Some foods make your bodysluggish, others, like pizza, don't give you the nutrition you need and are heavy on your stomach.That's why you used to throw up all the time." Coaching was his arena, he knew what he wasdoing."How many times have you thrown up eating the food I make you eat?""Not hardly at all, after the first few days." The fact was, Mike's stomach was just twitchy andhandled the steady influx of calories from juices much better than a heavy calorie dump.Hecouldn't believe the kid used to throw up three and four times a week and thought it was normal.The more frequent meals were doing wonders for Mike's stamina, for helping to deal with theconstant little things life threw."Maybe not at all."Jessy nodded."I know a lot of people think I'm a hardass.Hell, I am a hardass.But I take care ofyou, Mike.That's my job.And I'm damned good at it."Mike nodded."It's just weird, Coach.I mean, the guys have beers and pizza and Coach Samuelsjust chuckles.I do what you say, you know? I just sometimes don't get it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]