More than Enough (Book Two in the Enough Series)

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"Hold on tight, love." He whispered in my ear before licking slowly up my lobe and feathering my neck with kisses as he rammed into me.

This was by far the best sex I'd ever had. Was I promiscuous? Not exactly. I enjoyed sex and the chance for a one-night hook-up. My life was messy, and the last thing I needed or wanted was a relationship and all the issues that came with it. So, when the mood was right, I got my rocks off casually and went home happy. Tonight, I already knew I was going home fucking ecstatic.

Bennett slapped my left ass cheek, causing me to yelp. He continued pumping into me as he soothed my cheek with a soft rub before bringing that hand around to flick at my clit. That touch nearly sent me over the edge. I gripped the headboard so tight my knuckles were white, my head leaning back in pure pleasure. He pinched at my clit, kissing my back and pounding my soaking pussy.

"You ready to come for me?" He growled. All I could do was nod. "Tell me, baby, tell me you wanna come all over this cock." He huffed.

"I'm gonna come, oh... fuck...." I could feel my body tensing, heating, and throbbing. The build-up was the most intense I'd ever felt. I could tell I was going to scream out, always having been a vocal person, but this feeling was almost too fucking good. Bennett pulled my hair in his hand, pulling me back toward him and crashing his mouth into mine. He sucked in my screams of pleasure as my orgasm rolled out. My whole body shivered and shook as he reached his release as well. His hands slid down my back, rubbing gently as he came down from his high, then slowly, achingly so, removed himself from me. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling spent in a way I never had before. Bennett hopped up, removing the condom and retreating to the bathroom momentarily. I was nearly asleep when he returned, and I felt the warmth of a cloth between my legs.

Was he cleaning me? Bennett Hayes was cleaning me up after a random hook-up? I turned over to look at him, seeing him kneeling on the bed in all his glory. He was rubbing me in such a gentle way it was hard to believe he had just fucked me so good.

"You okay?" He smiled. Damn, that smile.

"Yes. More than okay." I sat up, sliding over to the side of the bed. Bennett threw the cloth into the bin in the corner and cozied up next to me. "It was amazing." I reached down, pulled my underwear up, and slipped back into them.

"You're leaving?" Bennett asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah." I deadpanned.

"After that?!" He was exasperated.

"It was amazing like I said, but I don't do sleepovers." I chuckled, finishing the buttons on my work shirt from the coffee shop. Bennett had leaned up against the headboard that I had been gripping onto so tightly just a little while ago. His cock, while flaccid, was still impressive and almost beckoned me to stay.

"Thank you for totally wrecking me." I grinned, leaning down to give him a quick peck before leaving him, mouth hanging open and in shock. The apartment was quiet as I slowly slipped out the front door and made my way back to my home, the one I shared with my Dad.

Bennett

I laid back in my bed, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Aside from it being the best sex of my life so far, she left me! She. Left. Me. I was the one who had to either encourage the chick to leave or sneak out. This was entirely new territory for me. Gemma was hot, a total smoke show. The dark hair, olive skin, and curvaceous body were exotic and intoxicating. I was hoping for a few more rounds before weeding her out the door, and instead, I lay wondering what went wrong.

I was frustrated with a raging boner when I woke up the next morning. I quickly took care of business, reliving the night before. I had a feeling my hookup with Gemma would be in the spank bank for a long time to come. After a quick shower, I headed out into the kitchen to grab some grub and head out for the team morning workout. Normally Reed would be out here making some super healthy concoction. I went over to his bedroom door, banging on it.

"Sawyer! We have to go soon. Are you up?"

"Is your girl still here? Are you naked? Come on; I don't want to be late."

"Twenty minutes, and I'm out," I gave up, knowing that Eden must have slept over. There was a twinge of something I felt in my gut, but I couldn't place it. I was happy they figured all their shit out. When they finally emerged from his room, Reed sent me off on my own so that he could get Eden back to her place. That guy was absolutely done for when it came to her. I'd never seen him so hooked in the few years I'd known him. Again, that feeling. I shook it off and headed to the gym, ready to work out my morning frustrations.

When he finally did show up at the stadium, he had a permanent smile on his face. I should've been happy for him; deep down, I really was. After the night I'd had, being left like that made me feel some way I couldn't quite describe.

Sitting with Reed at lunch was painful; he was enjoying my torment entirely too much. Thankfully one of the assistant coaches saved me, and we ended up discussing various plays and things relating to the upcoming game. The rest of the day went pretty quickly; luckily, Reed was off to see his woman. I don't have to answer any of his annoying questions or accusations.

When I got back to the apartment, though, my mood was even worse. Seeing my messy bed and the clothes that I had thrown from the night before. Why was this woman so stuck in my head? I had plenty of one-night stands and never thought twice about it! I decided I needed to see her again and be the one to leave this time; maybe that was the trick. After tidying up my room, I headed out, determined to find Gemma and bring her home again.