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She was already so close, so charged up, and Will had found her clit with his thumb. It didn't take her long to hit her climax. She let out a moan as she released, shuddering against his hand.
He got up on his knees and took off his shirt, then sat and wriggled out of his jeans. He rolled over and pulled a condom from the nightstand, put the condom on and came back to her, lifting her leg as he slid inside of her.
She gasped, still shuddering from the aftereffects of that amazing orgasm. Now he filled her, sliding in and out of her with slow, easy thrusts that made her quiver, made her body clench around him in a fierce show of possession.
"Oh, fuck, yeah," he said, surging against her.
"I feel that, Will. When you grind against me like that? Oh, God, it's so good."
He lifted up on his hands, looking down at her. "You're so tight, so hot, squeezing my cock and making me want to come. I love fucking you, Amber. Being inside of you is like nothing I've ever felt before."
His words sent her reeling, and when he took her mouth in a searing kiss, it made her senses go haywire. She was wrapped up by him--in him--every part of her under sensual assault. Sweat beaded down his chest. She snaked her fingertips along that sweat line and over his abs, watching them clench in response.
The scent of sex filled the air, an aphrodisiac sweeter than any cologne she'd ever worn. She breathed in its perfume, letting it fuel her senses. His body moving against hers was an agonizingly sweet sensation, leading her ever closer to the orgasm she needed.
"I'm gonna make you come, Amber," he said, using his fingers to brush across her nipples. "And then I'm gonna come hard inside of you."
Every word that spilled from his delicious lips was a tantalizing tease, a promise of how good this was going to be when she came.
She felt as if she was riding a rollercoaster, taking that first exciting climb upward, and then hovering at the top, suspended, just waiting for that moment when she took that thrilling, death-defying fall.
Will's face loomed above her--his features tight, fueled by passion, urging her to continue the climb.
Almost there. So . . . close.
She was on the precipice. Right at the top, ever so close to the drop.
And then she fell. She gripped Will's arms and arched against him, crying out in unintelligible words as she came. She rocked hard against him, shuddering and trembling as her orgasm rocked her world in one brain-blasting wild ride.
Will went with her, gripping her buttocks in a tight hold, shuddering against her as they both went on the ride together.
She felt like she was spinning out of control, her climax continuing as he thrust over and over inside of her until she barely remembered her own name.
She finally caught her breath, swept her fingers over Will's sweat-laden back and reveled in the languor. She slid her foot over his calf, certain she'd never be able to move again.
Holy shit that had been amazing.
"Yum," she said.
"Good?" he asked.
"So good I think my limbs have liquefied. You're like magic."
He let out a soft laugh, then rolled over onto his back. "I think you bring out the best in me. And for the record, I might not be able to move for the next hour."
She shifted onto her side to face him. "I don't have anywhere I have to be until tomorrow."
"Neither do I." He turned to look at her. "Though I'm getting hungry."
"We'll have to do something about that. We need to replenish your reserves."
"Yeah? Planning to use me again?"
"Oh, definitely. I might get stressed again, and I skate tomorrow."
He rolled over to look at her, circling her hip with his finger. "Then we'll need you relaxed."
"Very relaxed."
"Did I mention I can help with that?"
She grinned.
TWENTY
SWEAT POURED DOWN WILL'S FACE. HE SHUFFLED HIS stick back and forth from one hand to the other, ready for the face-off.
They were deep in the third period, tied two to two against Russia. After beating Switzerland two days ago and Sweden yesterday, they only had to win against Russia and they'd make it to the quarterfinals.
This team was on fire. There was no way they were going to lose. Their face-off was near the Russian goal. Will was determined they'd stay down there. The clock was ticking down and the last thing he wanted was to go into overtime.
Oster got the puck and Will skated to the goal. Hogan was there to accept the pass.
He took a shot, and the goalie blocked it, sending it back around behind the goal.
Will chased it, along with Ivan Petrov. Petrov was his teammate on the Ice, but during this game they were opponents. Weird as fuck, but they both knew going into this they'd be battling each other. They wrestled for it against the boards and Will came up with the puck, sending it sliding along the side toward a waiting Drew.
Drew passed it off to Oster, who shot it to Will. Will hustled with Ivan behind the goal. Petrov slammed him into the boards, hard. Their sticks battled and so did their bodies. Ivan jabbed his elbow into Will's ribs, causing him to suck in a hard breath. That would hurt later, but for now, he wanted that fucking puck.
He won the battle, hearing Ivan's curse. It was in Russian, but it wasn't the first time he'd heard it. Adrenaline pumping, he knew he'd only have a matter of seconds to hustle that puck to the goal. He skated those few feet as fast as he could, seeing Hogan right in position. He shot the puck to him, and Hogan slapped it with his stick.
The only thing Drew saw was the lamp light above the net. He raised his stick and yelled as loud as he could. The crowd erupted with cheers--and some groans, too.
Drew made his way over to Will.
"Hell of a pass, man," Drew said.
"And you were right there." Will patted Drew on the helmet, then glanced at the clock. A little over a minute left.
At the face-off, the US took the puck down to Russia's end. Will took a hard shot at the goal, but Russia's goalie defended. Russia moved it forward, but the US defenders and their goalie held solid until the buzzer.
They'd won. It was a tough damn battle, but they were moving into the quarterfinals.
Will was exhausted, sweating and damn satisfied. He was as excited as he'd ever been, but he tried to button that up. They had a couple more games to win yet.
They lined up to shake hands with the Russian team. When Will got to Ivan, he brought him close, touching his head to Ivan's.
"Great game, Ivan."
Ivan hugged him. "Fuck off, Madigan."
But Ivan slanted a grudging smile at him. Will grinned back.
Ivan would be okay. He was mad as hell, but he'd be fine. If Will had lost
, he'd be pissed off, too. He understood.
They hit the locker room and everyone cleaned up while chatting each other up about the victory.
"Two more and then we're in the medals," Drew said, grabbing his towel after he turned the shower off. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, standing in front of Will, who was just finishing up his shower. "I gotta call Carolina. She's probably freaking out."
"Yeah, my parents are likely going crazy right now, along with everyone at the bar." It would be good for the bar's business, and Will was happy about that. He made a mental note to call his parents.
After he got dressed, he pulled his phone out of his bag. There were text messages from his brother and his dad. And one from Amber, who told him she was at the arena along with Lisa and Blake and that everyone around them had gone crazy after that last goal. She said they all wanted to go out for lunch to celebrate his win. He sent Amber a quick message.
Gotta call my parents. Tell me where to meet you.
He pushed the button for his mom's cell phone number, since she always answered, whereas his dad would often ignore his cell if he was busy. His mom picked up on the first ring.
"Will. You were amazing. We all watched here at the bar."
Even though the game had taken place in the morning Vancouver time, he knew his parents had opened the bar early, his mom most likely providing nonalcoholic drinks for the typical bar crowd.
"Thanks, Mom. It was an exciting game."
"We're all so proud of you. We even let Ethan leave school early to watch your game. He's off at hockey practice now, no doubt celebrating with all his teammates. He said he'd call you later."
Will grinned, imagining how excited his brother must be about the games. "Okay, I'll look forward to his call. Where's Dad?"
"Entertaining everyone who crowded in to watch your game this morning. I made muffins and we served juice and coffee and tea and sodas."
He grinned. He'd called that one. "That's great, Mom. I gotta run. Tell Dad I'll talk to him later."
"Okay. Love you."
"Love you, too, Mom."
He hung up and realized how much he missed his family. He saw them a lot during the off-season, but during hockey season he was often playing home games or traveling. Whenever the Ice played Chicago, it was great because he could visit home.
It didn't matter where he lived or where he'd ultimately end up. Chicago would always be home to him. As long as his family lived there, that's where home was.
