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As her blue eyes meet mine again, I lose it.
“Fuuuck,” I growl.
She feels me start to come and takes me back into her throat before running her tongue over my tip as I spill into her mouth. She swallows and releases me with the biggest, proudest smile on her lips.
“That was”—I throw my head back—“fucking amazing.”
She licks her bottom lip. “Good.”
“Come here,” I groan and grab her hips.
I lift her up and press her back against the shower wall, lining her pussy and my mouth up perfectly. “Hook your legs over my shoulders.”
She slides them over my shoulders and settles her heels against my back as I adjust my grip on her, shifting my hands to her ass.
“My turn.” I smirk and plunge my tongue into her sweet pussy.
I physically crave the taste of her, and I will never get enough of this. I widen my stance slightly, holding her weight on my shoulders and hands.
“Fuck, Cam,” she moans and places her hands on my head.
I pinch her clit between my tongue and my teeth before rubbing my tongue rapidly back and forth as she moans louder and louder.
“Cam. Cam. Fuck,” she whimpers.
God, my name is perfect on her lips.
My tongue continues to work her sensitive clit, and she moans more and more, faster and louder.
“Cam, I’m going to—oh fuck!” she shouts, slouching over into my hold on her.
I lick and lap at her pussy until I get every single drop from her.
She sits up and gazes down at me with a serene look on her face. “Can we do this position again sometime?”
I lower her back down to the floor. “Abso-lutely.”
She leans back and washes the conditioner out as I stare at her—at my girl. I’m obsessed with her—truly, undeniably obsessed.
The Nighthawks don pink-and-black-and-white jerseys tonight for our once-a-season charity game. A percentage of home-game tickets and merch sales are donated to charity, but tonight, every single dollar earned from tickets to concessions to merchandise will be donated to the National Breast Cancer Foundation. Including these bright pink game-worn jerseys that will be auctioned off online during the game and announced afterward.
“Costy,” Brett hollers at me, nodding to the benches.
Looking to see what he’s pointing at, I’m met with a stomach of butterflies and my pink-haired girl.
She and Chloe are sitting down in the seats I got for them—the same ones from last night. The same couple had these seats again tonight, and it was easy enough to convince them to give them up again because two seats with the same vantage point were available on the opposite side of the rink. Plus a few hundred dollars, and they seemed to love the idea of those seats even more.
The announcer starts in about sponsors and whatnot before announcing the visiting team, the Washington Wild. He moves to our starting lineup, starting with Kos. The arena cheers for him.
When the announcer shouts my name into the mic, I burst out onto the ice through the smoke and lights.
Punching my stick into the air, I skate up to Kos and join him in line. But not before sneaking a glance at Nikki.
She’s clapping with Chloe and shouting. And I notice she’s not wearing my hoodie. But she’s wearing a Nighthawks jersey. I spot the number nineteen on the sleeve.
My jersey, number nineteen, on my girl. Fucking hell, I think I’m in love.
The rest of the lineup is announced, and the first period is underway. We gain possession first, and Kos scores in the first play, firing up the arena. The Wild attempts to score on us, but MacArthur is a brick wall tonight, not letting a single puck through. The first period ends one to zero.
