“Don’t hold back,” I said. “I don’t want you to?—”
In a powerful move, Lennon flipped us so I was on my back. He shuttled his hips against mine, and I stared into his face.
“I want to look in your eyes when I come,” he ground out. “I want you to see what you do to me.”
He sped up, the pounding somehow harder, deeper, more intensely. My muscles tightened as he shifted his weight so he rubbed against my clit with each push. My chest heaved.
“Look at those pretty tits bounce. Look at that flush. Look at how you take me. So deep. So good, Vivi. You take all of me.”
I did. I took him, and he revved me right back to the edge. His expression tightened as he thrust home. I came again, even harder than before, just as Lennon spent himself inside me.
Chapter 29
Chapter
Lennon
* * *
I’d always known that Vivi and I together would be earth-shattering. My orgasm went on and on. Heat had spread from my lower back into my limbs and torso. My breath was more ragged than when I did hundreds of sprints.
And yet I was content as I collapsed next to her on my bed. I drew her closer, my hand on her soft, flushed skin. “That was amazing.”
She smiled at me, a bit shyly. “I think I might like being in control.”
I chuckled. “You being in control makes me lose mine.”
The smile turned impish. “That’s why I like it.”
I inhaled as I stared into her eyes. “I love you, Vivian Lee. I love you so much. Being with you, like this, is fucking fantastic, and I definitely want to do that again, but I just love being with you.”
Her eyes glazed. “That is the sweetest thing you’ve ever said. Thank you, Lennon.”
She kissed me. I happily molded my lips to hers and showed her how much I meant what I’d said. She snuggled in closer, her cheek against my chest, and let out a deep, soft sigh.
The high of being with Vivian lasted throughout the next few weeks. We were near the end of March now, and my mother was about to begin her third round of chemotherapy.
I spent most of my nights at Mom’s house, in Vivian’s room. Both she and I had worried that would be weird, but Vivian refused to leave my mother alone at night, and I couldn’t stay away. We made it work, and my relationship with Vivi was a lot less awkward in front of my mother than I’d thought it would be.
Now the Wildcatters were in the last week of games before the playoffs, and the intensity of everything had spiked. Tonight we were playing our biggest conference rivals, and the game had been faster and dirtier than most.
I slammed Medvedev into the boards with a roar. “Don’t touch my team.”
“Or what, old man? What are you going to do about it?”
I dropped my gloved hand and, in one smooth motion, plowed my fist into his jaw. “Or I’ll break you,” I snarled.
My teammates and his grappled between us, trying to break us apart. But there was nothing to break up. I’d stunned the kid, and he glared as he spit a glob of blood at my skate. With a smirk, I pushed back so it missed.
“He’s a loose cannon,” Stolly muttered in my right ear as Cormac said into my left, “We’ll watch your back, Cruz. He’s going to be gunning for you.”
“No. That’s my job. I watch your backs.” I shrugged off their hold. That’s what I’d been doing for years. First I’d played this role to be like my older brother. Then I’d taken it on as penance for his death. Vivi had helped me see that. But now, I was the team enforcer because no one—and I meant no one—fucked with my family. Ever.
These guys were my family. We’d been through so many things—them falling in love and starting families and being incredibly hard-headed, emotionally stunted fools along the way. They were the ones who’d clasped my shoulder and stood silent as I struggled to process my mother’s cancer diagnosis. And they’d been there to step up and make sure my mom had the best cancer nurse available—Vivian. They’d verbally kicked my ass when I was dragging my feet with her, unsure how much to push to get the results I needed. I was so, so blessed to have these guys, their families, and Vivian in my life.
I’d never take any of them for granted.
The third period slid away, and we eked out the two-one win. Medvedev refused to tap my hand as I skated past, proving himself to be a self-absorbed prima donna.
