“What do we have here?” he asked, smirking at me. So pleased with himself for getting me all wet without even trying.
“What do you think?”
He pushed my underwear aside, touched skin to skin, and I nearly lost my mind. The feel of his firm, steady stroking on my clit sent sparks of arousal shooting down my shaking legs. More of me dripped out, and he slipped two fingers inside my slick entrance, pumping in and out while his strong arm across my back held me steady. I started to unravel, the coil of desire in my core wearing thin. Ready to shatter into a million pieces. Never mind that we were holed up in a closet ina public place. Never mind that I wasn’t finished making things right with him.
This was more important.
This rampant desire wasn’t going anywhere.
“Hunter.” He kissed my jaw, my neck, my chest. “I need you inside me.”
He let go of me for as long as it took to tear my underwear off and then, with his arm back around me, looking deep into my eyes, he slid his cock into me. His breath was hot and quivering on my lips. I lifted up my thighs to open more of myself to him. He went deeper. We both collapsed into each other in a flurry of blissful moaning. There was no problem too big when we were together like this. How could anything not work out?
He kissed me softly, as he edged out of me, and then slowly pushed the entire length of his cock back inside. He went deep, stealing my breath away. I felt as though I could burst into flames, so consumed was I by this burning desire to have even more. I clung to him, my fingers digging into the flesh of his back. His thrusts took on a more urgent purpose, harder, faster, as he panted against the side of my neck. His intention was clear in the pull of his muscles, as was his restraint. He was waiting for me.
He grunted, driving into me even harder. His movements picked up pace, and I knew that he was no longer in control of where this was going. The wave he was riding was now riding him. An explosion of wet heat erupted between my legs, and the sound of sex and our ragged breathing filled the small space. I bit back a moan. I was so fucking close to the edge of oblivion it was ringing in my ears.
“Don’t stop,” I said, breathless, clinging to him for dear life. “Don’t ever stop.”
The door creaked dangerously with the way he was pumping into me, every thrust threatening to send us hurtling straight through it. Using both his hands, he pinned my arms above my head, leaning into me. With his tongue, with his generous cock. Who needed breath whenthere was ecstasy to be had? Thousands of tiny lights begin to pop behind my lids, but even then I didn’t come up for air. I held onto him with everything I had. Maybe that way he’d forgive me faster.
The muscles in my core clamped down and quivered around his shaft. He drove into me hard, reaching the very edge of the cliff with me. And together we fell over it, our bodies wracked with a climax that left us quaking. Every breath was a needy whimper that slowly simmered down to tired panting. We stayed that way, fixed together, as he emptied himself in me, his cock twitching with wave after wave of my mind-blowing orgasm.
“Can I stop now?” he asked, chuckling softly into my neck. The feel of his wide smile against me was pure bliss.
“Only because they’ll probably send out a search party in a minute.”
Eventually, we pulled apart and threw our clothes back on in some semblance of decency. My jumpsuit smoothed, his hair fixed perfectly in that way that made him look both wrecked and impossibly attractive. We laughed softly at each other’s messiness, a shared giddy relief that the storm bearing down on us had broken.
“Ready?” My hand was on the handle, waiting for his go-ahead.
He nodded stiffly, checking his tie one last time. “Ready.”
I pulled open the door, stifling a laugh as Hunter rushed up behind me for one last kiss before we had to face the real world. A blinding light stopped us both in our tracks. Not a light, no. Once I’d blinked the blurriness from my eyes, I realized it had been a flash. From a camera.
I blinked and the reporter was gone, leaving just Hunter and me in the stunned remains of his headline-grabbing scoop.
“Well, shit,” Hunter said, running a hand through his hair.
32
Hunter
The ice gleamed under the stadium lights, hard and unforgiving, reflecting every fast-paced blur of movement, every clash of sticks and skates. The Surge had battled tooth and nail to make it this far, and now, staring down the Panthers in the Stanley Cup Final, the tension was a living, breathing thing. My chest felt too tight to even describe, not from fear, but from a controlled, sharpened focus I hadn’t felt in years. Every line, every pass, every move had to be precise. Mistakes weren’t allowed. Not here. Not now.
Holly was at rinkside, perched on the edge of her seat. Her eyes tracked every pass I made, every play, and the way her jaw tightened with focus made my gut twist in an unfamiliar way. She had no idea the effect she had on me. And behind her, my mom was there too, sitting stiff but proud, my brothers leaning forward, restless, mouths set in quiet tension. My family, for the first time, actually giving a damn about what was happening out here.
On my invitation this time, and they’d accepted.
The puck dropped, and everything else faded to the background..
“Watch the left!” I yelled, scanning.
Theo’s signal came just in time, a quick flick, a nod, and thedefensemen shifted.
Tucker yelled, “He’s coming across!” I pivoted just in time to block a flurry aimed at the net. My glove snapped up, the puck rattling against my pads, and I shoved it into the corner.
“Nice save, Hunter!” Grayson shouted, skating past, already eyeing the Panthers’ breakout.
