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Letting go of my inhibitions and trusting people who deserve my trust.My chest floods with affection.
I skate my fingers across the clear plastic bandage over his heart. “This is mine,” I whisper.All mine.
He clutches that hand and brings my fingertips to his mouth, pressing them to his lips, then threads our fingers together and slows his thrusts. His eyes bore into me, and he nods.
“Come with me.”
I bite my lip and suck in a breath. His hand snakes between us, and he rubs circles while each pair of beads on his length continue plucking my rim like guitar strings. My sore body pushes through the aches, and I squeeze his hand as he increases the pressure on my clit.
Our lips meet, and he swipes his tongue across mine.
“Now.”
I let go, the orgasm exploding from me. Behind the pulse in my ears, I hear him moan, and it fills me with satisfaction. Every sound is so rough, deep, and masculine. We crumble into each other, my chest heaving as I attempt to catch my breath.
“I’ve got you. You did so well, Jordan.” He showers me in tender kisses. I’m hit with an intense surge of euphoria; a mix of joy, pain, lust, compassion, and vulnerability...I burst into tears.Oh god, what is happening?I’m having a crygasm.I’m crymaxing.
“I know, baby. I know.” He holds me tighter, and presses a kiss to my forehead.
“I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” My pulse races, panicking that I’m unable to stop the tears.
“Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect,” he whispers.
After carefully sliding out, he lies on his back and pulls me close. One nipple is pressed to his side; it’s sensitive but doesn’t hurt. He cups behind my right knee and drags it higher. My cheek rests on his chest, and I listen to his heartbeat, the sound settling me.
His fingers brush over my tattoo bandage, and I rest my palm on his.We will always have this.
The overwhelming sensations mix and bloom in my chest like ink in water. It fills all my colorless voids with bright plumes of pigment. I didn’t know it could feel like this.
I’m in love with him.
46
Micky and I sit near the glass while Raleigh and Birdie watch the game from the WAGs box with the kids. I could be with them because, as it turns out, my name is on the list. Right there, next to the wives, read:Jordana Landry. We both have our alter egos, Jordana and Banksy. He gets my Jordan, and I get his Camden.
Seeing him play tonight is different. He insisted I wear his old jersey today; said he needed extra luck tonight. Must be working because he’s playing well. Cam knocks on the glass twice and smiles at me. We’re about to go into the second intermission, and he’s drenched in sweat and looks cocky as ever when he winks at me. He’ll never be anyone but Banksy on the ice. And I’m okay with that. It works for him.
Before he exits the ice, I point to a little girl in the front and mouth,Puckto him. She’s been cheering for the Lakes all night. Okay, it’s not so muchcheeringas it is shouting like a drunk frat boy at a beer pong tournament. She can’t be older than eleven, but she’s got more passion than half the boysnearby. He nods, aligning himself opposite her, places a puck on his stick, then flips it over the glass.
Her face lights up, and she spins around, proudly showing the whole section her souvenir, which is met with cheers. The female fans “Aww”over his gesture as he walks back through the tunnel with the rest of the team.God, he’s so handsome. Micky leans into me, and I lean back. She sighs. “What’s it like fucking a guy with piercings?”
I chuckle. “Have you ever driven over rumble strips on the side of the highway? It’s like that, but in your vagina.”
“Can you have your people talk to my people?”
“You got it,” I say, grinning. “Hey, do you wanna get anything to drink?”
I stand, but she yanks my arm down. “No way am I standing in those lines.”
“We could go up to the box and get a drink?” I offer.
“I wanna watch the intermission show. God, I love it when grown men get a chance to shoot a puck and miss. It warms my heart.”
I laugh and sit back down. Not a minute later, I’m being tapped on the shoulder. I glance over, surprised to find one of the arena’s security staff.
“You’ve been randomly selected for the Lucky Pucky shoot off.”
“Oh my God!” Micky yells, shaking my shoulder. “Lucky Pucky! You have to do it!”
