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My fingers flex around her throat as she rolls it down my length. I sink to my knees, run the head over her clit, line myself up, and watch as my cock disappears inside her.
“Oh my God. Oh, God,” she whimpers, eyes falling closed. Her legs are already shaking, an orgasm imminent.
I sweep my thumb along her bottom lip. “Look at me, Bea.”
Her eyes pop open as I pull out, all the way to the ridge, then push back in, slowly. Because I’m savoring this. At least for a few minutes. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“So are you,” she whispers.
“I’m really glad you don’t regret me, even though I gave you every reason to,” I admit.
“I tried, but I couldn’t.”
“I didn’t.” I should. For so many reasons.
Her eyes flutter shut when I pull out again.
“Nuh-uh,” I counter. “Eyes on me.”
They lock on mine, lust heavy.
“Who’s fucking you, Bea?” This time I thrust hard, and her body jerks.
“You are.” She clenches as the first orgasm rolls through her.
“Who’s making you come?” I brush my lips over hers.
“You.” She arches and stiffens.
“That’s right. This pussy is mine.”
“Oh, God.” Her eyes roll up, and she struggles to focus on me. “I hate that you make me feel so good.”
“Is that why you’re coming all over my cock again?” I pound into her, the orgasm still rolling through her, making goose bumps rise along her skin and a sheen of sweat breaks across her shoulders.
“Your mouth is filthy.” She moans through a full-body shudder.
“You love it.”
“I really do. It’s so annoying.” She pulls my mouth to hers, and I let her.
I want to absorb all the good parts of her. I want more of this, more of her.
And today I bought myself some time to get her out of my system. Hopefully it’ll be enough.
CHAPTER 10
RIX
“Your brother is an amazing player,” Hammer says.
“In every sense of the word,” I reply.
She snorts and taps her plastic wineglass against mine. It’s the first home exhibition game of the season, and Flip is on fire. He’s already managed an assist and a goal, and we’re only halfway through the first period.
“He’s been keeping a lower profile,” Hemi adds. She leans forward, following the puck down the ice.
We’re sitting in the team box at center ice. The view from here is amazing. So are the free drinks and food.
“He’s relying on his little black book of regulars.” I toss a piece of popcorn into my mouth.
“Ah, that makes sense.” She sips her cocktail.
Tristan is on the bench. He’s tense tonight. Last night Flip stayed home, so I couldn’t offer any pregame stress relief. For either of us. I don’t believe that’s the reason Tristan is struggling on the ice tonight, though. Access to my vagina doesn’t dictate how he plays his game.
“Your brother is kind of a dirtbag,” Hammer says. “It’s too bad, because he’s a kickass player, and he’s ridiculously hot.”
“He really is nice to look at.” Tallulah, the coach’s daughter, otherwise known as Tally, agrees.
“Yeah. And he knows it. It’s irritating. Especially when he brings home his flavor of the night and she’s a screamer.”
Tally wrinkles her nose. “That’s awkward.”
“Sure is,” I agree. But I never say anything because I don’t want to be more of an imposition than I already am.
“Dallas is pretty yummy, and not a huge player,” Hammer says.
“One hundred percent agree. He’s a solid nine out of ten,” I reply.
“Did you see him ballroom dancing with little old ladies? That was heart-melting.” Tally presses her hand to her chest. “That makes him a ten for me.”
“He only did that because I made him,” Hemi grumbles.
“What’s the deal with you two?” I ask.
“There is no deal. He’s a dick. I can’t stand him, and it’s my life’s mission to make him miserable as often as possible. Oh, nice save!” She whistles shrilly as the arena goes wild. “Hammerstein is definitely a hottie.”
“Oh, yeah. Totally,” Tally says.
I arch a brow. “Agree.”
“For an older guy,” she tacks on. She’s still seventeen.
“Ew. That’s my dad.” Hammer wrinkles her nose.
Hollis takes a shot on net but it goes wide. Flip gains control in the crease and passes it to the left wing.
“Hollis has that tall, dark, and badass vibe going on,” I comment.
“I’m a little scared of him,” Tally admits. “But yeah, he’s hot.”
“And he has two cats. Men who love animals are automatically attractive,” Hemi says.
Hollis rotates off the ice, and Tristan rotates in. “Tristan is so hot it should be illegal.” Hammer’s gaze follows him down the ice.
“He’s an asshole.” Who’s very adept at providing multiple orgasms. And sometimes he’s sweet at the most unexpected times. Like two days ago when he went to the store and brought back a pint of ice cream to replace the one he ate.
“A hot asshole,” Tally adds.
“And he knows it.” Hemi cringes when he misses a shot on net and the opposition gains control of the puck. “He’s really off his game tonight.”
