“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” My hands drift to her breasts, to the soft swell of them and the tight peaks. Her lips part as I brush my fingers over them. “And that’s not how I want to come tonight.”
Her eyes never leave mine. “How do you want to come?”
“Inside you.” This woman has stripped me so bare, I can trust her with my darkest fantasy. “Deep inside you so you can finally feel like mine.”
Her eyelids dip. “Yes. I would love that.”
My balls tighten. God, she’s amazing. I frame her face in my hands. “You’re on birth control?”
She nods. “And I’m clear.”
“Me, too.” I never would have asked, if I wasn’t. Never.
I bring my lips to hers, coaxing her open, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth and the sound of her sighs as I guide her back onto the bed. Her legs part for me and I settle between them.
I guide myself into her. We’ve been doing this for a few weeks now, but it’s still a tight fit, and damn if I don’t love that. Her lips part with pleasure as I sink into her. The catch in her breathing, the way she grips me harder, nails digging into my skin and sending prickles of pleasure and pain through me. The way she looks up at me with full trust.
I find a slow rhythm, and the pleasure of her slick cunt against my cock, the feel of nothing between us, it’s obliterating. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“It’s so good like this,” she whispers, and all I can do is nod, because I can’t remember words.
Before long, I see the familiar look on Jordan’s face—her eyes widening, her breathing turning fast and shallow. Blinking, like she can’t believe what’s about to happen.
“Give me another,” I beg.
She’s nodding, eyes rolling back, and I fuck her harder, deeper, and the snug fit of her tightens.
“Right there,” she gasps, before a high, whimpering noise slips out of her, her eyes clench closed, and she shakes, clamping down on my cock and gripping me like she needs me.
My balls tighten, pulling close to my body as I fuck her through her orgasm. At the last second, I gather her soft hair and loop it around my fist. Holding her tight, keeping a grip on her like this, it appeases some low-lying possessive and protective instinct in me, and the pressure inside me overflows.
Stars explode behind my eyes as I come, releasing deep inside Jordan, and heat shudders through me as I drop my face to her neck, gritting out her name, how good this feels, and how much I love her.
That I love her so, so much. That she’s everything to me. That I want forever with her.
Later, while Jordan falls asleep tucked against me, I look up to the stars at the constellation that appeared tonight, feeling complete.
CHAPTER 90
TATE
“Good evening, everyone.”
The dressing room quiets down as the focus turns to me. The guys are dressed and ready for the game, already warmed up, and vibrating with energy, shifting from skate to skate. After a week off between the third and fourth round of playoffs, they’re eager to play, eyes bright and energy high. The noise from the fans rumbles through the building.
“First, let’s welcome Miller back.”
A loud round of applause and cheers fills the room and Miller grins, roguish and playful. Owens loops a big arm around his neck to put him in a headlock and Miller laughs, jabbing him with his elbow. His knee is healed, and he’s practically climbing the walls with energy. We’re playing Connor McKinnon’s team, but Miller has assured us that his head is in the game.
“I just want to win,” he told us.
At the edge of the room, Jordan leans against the wall, listening. I think about the photo posted on social media this afternoon of her in her suit, walking down the arena concourse to the dressing room, looking so at ease in her new role. Hair up the way I love it, the glint of the necklace I bought her peeking through the open collar of her shirt.
I want to be Jordan Hathaway when I grow up, one commenter said.
The product of hockey royalty and a supermodel,another said.We aren’t worthy.
Need a Hathaway jersey! Limited edition!
