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They're still erupting when he lifts me up, driving into me. Bark scratches my back, but I don't mind. This is perfection. I wrap my legs around him, using my feet against his ass to help lift myself up and down his cock. He helps, too, guiding me with his hands on my waist. I rise and fall again and again, taking him deep.
"That's it," he breathes, his beautiful face bathed in moonlight. "Fuck, that's it."
"Gray," I whimper. "Oh, God, Gray." I don't know if it's the fact that we're outside. If it's the fact that I'm pregnant and always horny. Or if it's simply the fact that he knows my body better than I do. But I'm already on the edge again, eager to go over.
"You're going to fucking come, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Good girl." He nips my throat, dragging his teeth along the tendon. "Come all over me,querida.Come hard."
I bury my face in his throat, moaning as I drop down on him again and let go. The orgasm flows through me, igniting like a wildfire. It consumes every piece of me, liquefying my veins. I shake through it, chanting his name as he holds me down on him, growling my name as he comes with me. His sticky seed drips down my legs, making a mess of me. I don't care, though.
This is the best camping trip ever.
"Fuck," he whispers when he catches his breath. "Best camping trip ever."
My body shakes with laughter. At least we're on the same page…right up until he slides me down his body, placing me back on my feet. I glance down, my gaze landing on the brush at our feet.
"Gray!"
"Yeah,querida?"
"Remember when you got poison ivy on your butt?"
"We agreed never to talk about that again, Camila," he growls.
"Yeah, well, you really should have paid attention." I smack him across the chest. "Becausewe just had sex in a patch of poison ivy, Gray Larsen."
"What? No. No, we didn't."
"Oh, yes, we did."
"Fuck!" he shouts, scooping me up off my feet. Before I can even ask where he's going, he's running as if he can outrun the effects.
He races right to the edge of the river and plunges in as if that'll save us.
I don't bother telling him that I'm not allergic to the plant. Or that he's screwed either way.
Ice Prince
A Curvy Girl Hockey Romance
Nichole Rose
Copyright © 2021 by Nichole Rose
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Contents
Dedication
About the Book
Chapter One
