Tanner

Everything with Jenna is incredible. Saturday, we started our day with a fantastic workout of her riding my dick like a fucking pro. Good God, she was terrific! I never thought I could come like that.

Every time we have sex, it gets better and better. Being with her is like being wrapped in our own little bubble where no one else is allowed in. I could die here a happy man.

After breakfast Saturday, we made out against the fridge, the island, and the dining table. Then, we pinballed our way to her bedroom, where we had sex again. The rest of the day went much the same. We hung out in bed for a while- talked about Vegas, AthletaWear, our likes, and dislikes. We talked about why she moved to New York City and her past relationships.

We talked half the day and fucked the other half. As much as I enjoy the latter, I've found that I enjoy talking to Jenna immensely. I could listen to her talk all day and never get bored, and I don't mind opening up to her about myself- something I once would have thought impossible.

She asked more about me, gently trying to avoid the topic of my parents or upbringing. She listened as I told her about high school, about how my coaches were the only ones I could turn to, and how they're the reason I'm so driven today.

We're lying next to one another in her bed, talking about our favorite T.V. shows, when she gets quiet all of a sudden. I ask if something is on her mind.

Jenna's eyes widen, and I notice her pull her bottom lip between her teeth. She seems anxious about something. "Um, it's just, this weekend has been amazing. I almost can't believe that this happened, but here we are. It almost feels too good to be true, and I feel that if I blink, it will all just be a dream."

Does she think I'm playing a game here? She doesn't think I'm going to ghost her after this, right?

I tilt her chin up, making her look at me. "Do you think it would help if I cleared up some things for you? I have a feeling that my reputation has something to do with what's going on inside your head." I brush a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.

Her eyes flutter closed as my thumb grazes her cheek. When her eyes open, she nods.

I want to lay everything about my past bare to her. I want her to know me inside and out, and I don't want her to question that I'll always be open with her. I take a deep breath before I begin.

I tell her how reckless I used to be when I was younger and how much I regret being so promiscuous after high school. I admit to her that I haven't had a girlfriend since then, that I don't have a number for how many women I've slept with, but I know it's not as bad as the media makes it out to be. I tell her that I've always worn a condom and have never fucked bare. I tell her how mindless hookups have lost their ability to satisfy me and that I've found myself yearning for something more over the last few months.

She takes everything in stride, not once interrupting. Her expression isn't judgmental; it's more surprised than anything. Jenna tells me she knows the media likes to blow things out of proportion, and she believes me when I say the tabloid stories are exaggerated.

Then, she comments about how everyone has history, and she believes that people can truly change over time. The best part is when she tells me she doesn't hold my past against me. That's the biggest thing I was worried about. I know I've made many mistakes in my romantic life, but I don't want that to mess things up when it comes to Jenna.

It feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. And if it's even possible, I feel closer to Jenna than ever. "Anything else you want to know, just ask," I tell her, "I'm an open book when it comes to you."

She huffs out an airy laugh, smiling to herself. "So, no kids floating around out there? No ex-wives or current wives? No girlfriends or friends with benefits I should know about?"

I chuckle. I don't blame her at all for asking. "No, to all." I pull her close and kiss her forehead. "It's just you."

Jenna pauses. "How many women have you been with since you moved to New York?"

She looks nervous and won't make eye contact with me. Here it comes, another confession. "Two. You, obviously, and a bartender from Slap Shots. But if it makes you feel any better, I only slept with her twice, and it meant nothing to me. It was nothing like what I feel when I'm with you. Not even close."

If Jenna is upset by this, she's hiding it well. "When was the last time?"

I answer honestly. "Months ago. It was when you were gone for a week visiting your mom."

Jenna looks at me, confused. "That's pretty specific. How do you remember it was that week in particular?"

I feel my cheeks redden. "I remember because, during that time, I was extra sexually frustrated. And, I know it was the week that you were gone because not getting to see you made that frustration worse."

Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops slightly. "So, I made you sexually frustrated, even back then?"

I nod. "Very."

Jenna continues, "So, you slept with a bartender thinking that would help?"

My words come flooding from my mouth. "No, I slept with her because she kind of looked like you. I knew it wouldn't help, but I couldn't have who I wanted. So, I just settled for the closest thing I could find." I regret the words as soon as they've been spoken.

Fuck! Now, I sound like a horny teenager who's been lusting after her since I got here. Though it's true, I just didn't want to tell her so bluntly.

Jenna's jaw drops. "What?!"

I cringe, avoiding her eyes, afraid of what I might see in them. Her next words are quiet, almost like she's speaking to herself. "Wow. So, you really were obsessed with me."

Another round of honest word vomit spews out. "Still am."

Jesus, Tanner! Really!?

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could pull them back in. Did I just fuck everything up? Does she think I'm some freaky stalker? Fuck! What have I done?

I close my eyes and sigh. Way to go, Tanner; finally get a chance with the woman of your dreams, and you fuck it up. When I gather the courage to open my eyes, I look at Jenna.

And she's fucking smiling! "Well, I know that confession should make me want to run for the hills, but it's kind of flattering. And something tells me I should see where this goes, Tanner."

I gape at her. This woman is fucking perfect. "You just keep amazing me, Jenna." My hand wraps around the back of her neck, and I pull her lips to mine.

So fucking amazing.

Jenna smiles against my lips. "It may sound a little mental, but I'm actually flattered that the only other person that you've been with in New York looks like me."

I look at her with awe as she shakes her head. "Jeeze! This is crazy! I can't believe we're here right now."

I reply, "I know, me neither."

She runs her hand through my hair and nestles closer to me. "So, what do you want to happen now, Tanner? With us, I mean."

"I want to keep seeing you, spending time with you. I want to get to know you better, and I want you to know me better too. But only if that's what you want. And I want us to be exclusive."

Jenna looks adoringly at me. "I want all of that too, Tanner."

She kisses me deeply, then pulls back, looking a bit unsure. "Are you okay if we keep this between us, though? I mean, wait a bit before going public? I just want to ease into it, and I don't want it to complicate things with work and the team. Does that make sense?"

I look at her with a slight smile. I want to shout from the rooftops that she's mine, to tell the world that I got my girl, but I get where she's coming from. And I'll give her whatever she wants. We'll take this at her pace. "Yeah, that makes sense."

She lays her head on my chest, letting her fingers trace the outlines of my muscles. "Thank you."

We cuddle closer, and I stroke up and down her spine as we lay there. "Hey, Jenna?"

"Hmm?"

I smile at the words as they leave my lips. "I think I've been waiting my whole life for someone like you."

Jenna sits up to look at me. When I look into her eyes, I see a mix of emotions. She looks like she wants to say something, but she can't find the words. After a moment, instead of speaking, she crashes her lips against mine in a passionate collide. I feel her every emotion in that kiss. I hear every word she left unsaid.

And just like that, we get lost in each other again and again.    

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