Trust. Brack was asking me to trust him with my vulnerability. I never allowed that side of me to show. Weakness had no place on a tennis court or in bed. I let the towel fall and pool at my feet. Somehow I knew he'd take his time and make this good. No, great.

I crawled onto the bed feeling the soft cotton comforter rub against my knees. I scrambled into position, but quickly rolled to my side. I felt ridiculous. I knew what he planned to do. One plus one equaled two and I knew that certain positions would work best. Fuck. I had qualms about my large ass sticking in the air. It had never bothered me before so why did I care now?

"You going to lay there dissecting what I asked you to do or do it?"

My eyes popped open and Brack wasn't smiling. "Go back into the bathroom for a moment," I said in embarrassment. He turned and closed the door behind him. Several deep breaths later, I shifted on the bed and did as he asked. Of course, he didn't come out of the bathroom right away. The man planned to leave me waiting like this one way or another.

The door opened just as I thought I couldn't take the suspense any longer. Brack strode to the bed and walked behind me. He laid a bottle of lube on the bed where I could see it. His hand rubbed across the exact spot where he'd slapped my ass in the shower. My entire lower half tightened in anticipation.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

Snorting was probably not what this moment called for, but it slipped out before I could stop it. It startled me when his lips touched my ass where his hand had been.

"Yes, beautiful," he whispered against my skin. "I remember seeing you in person that first time in the hospital. No YouTube video could ever do you justice." He kissed my ass again.

I couldn't contain the giggle that escaped me over my choice of words wrapped up in the thought of him kissing my ass. I was startled when he suddenly rolled me over. His hands landed on either side of my head, one knee between my legs. We were so close our noses almost touched.

Laughter showed in his eyes. "That's what I love most about you. I expected this spoiled, rich senator's daughter who took herself entirely too seriously. Not one who laughs when I kiss her ass. And yeah, baby, I know exactly why you giggled. What you don't know," he rose up to his knees then stood. He turned me over and arranged me back to his desired position. "I'll kiss every inch of you until giggles are the last thing you give me."

My brain stayed caught on the word 'love.' Was it intimate small talk to him? I'd never told a bed partner that I loved him. I did love Brack and it filled me with fear and an ache that bordered pain. My father was the only constant in my life. The only person who loved me unconditionally. Not Jerry my coach or even the fans who cheered me on. Should love feel like this? The slap to my unreddened ass cheek hurt, too. "Ouch. What was that for?"

"You think too much, baby. I'm planning to fuck your ass and instead of anticipating what's to come, your mind is a million miles away."

How the hell did he know that?

"Your ass might be my favorite part of your body. When you swished that tennis skirt, I almost lost my shit." His hand smoothed down my backbone from half up my back to my tailbone. "Right now, I only want you thinking about what I want. I promise I'll make you want it too."

I did.

He reached for the bottle of lube. I closed my eyes. "We'll go slowly. This isn't supposed to hurt. I came earlier, so I can hold out." His silky fingers slid over my asshole before delving inside. There was no discomfort at all as he slid three fingers in. Yet. I couldn't help the small wiggle of anticipation I gave.

"Talk to me, baby."

"God, please just do it."

His low laugh had me squirming just a bit more. His unoccupied hand grabbed my hip and held me in place. His fingers slipped out and the tip of his cock replaced them. It felt unbelievable. "Push back and hold still," he ordered between heavy breaths. "Slow is the key." He pushed in and suddenly it wasn't pleasant. It fucking hurt. "Relax and push back," he reminded me.

Hell, I would impale myself if I did.

Trust.

I gritted my teeth and pushed back against his cock. Relaxing while I did it caused an entirely different sensation. I moved my head so my mouth rested on my forearm. I groaned against my skin then bit down as Brack continued sliding into me.

"A little more, baby."

The muscles of my ass stretched to accommodate his cock. The intensity of sensation had me moaning his name. He breathed heavier still until I felt the front of his legs against me. I'd taken all of him. I breathed out as he slowly withdrew. Fuck, but that was almost better. He started slow pumps inside of me. My pussy clenched.

"Lean up," he demanded throatily.

I had no idea what he was talking about. He leaned over me and grasped my upper arms lifting me almost to a kneeling position. When he pinched my nipples I knew why. The sweet pain. Blood roared to my breasts. The sensation of everything he was doing to me was too much. The orgasm ripped through me as Brack held on. He kept stimulating my breasts at the same time his cock drove into my ass. Gentleness was over. He rode me as my body shook and my cries filled the room. The sexiest sound I'd ever heard left his throat. Deep inside my body the heat of his cum filled me. In such a nasty way he claimed me. The puzzle pieces locked again.

A few moments later, he laid me forward. He pulled out and left the room. Hell, he left me a jellied mess. I heard the water run in the bathroom. When he returned, he wiped my ass and legs down with a warm wet towel. Somehow, this was far more intimate than what we'd just done. I no longer cared. I belonged to himbody, heart, and soul. There was no part of me this man didn't own.