“Get on the couch,” I demanded before storming into my room and snatching a condom from my shelf. She waited on the couch, her face heated and her body ready for me.
I ripped open the rubber and slid it on. I marched toward her to run my hands down her smooth neck and over the sides of her breasts before slamming my mouth on hers. She tasted like me, and fuck, it was sexy. Last time, I took her against a wall, and I wanted this to be better, but I didn’t have time to think about it. She shoved me onto the couch and straddled me.
“Fuck.”
She grinned at me with a smug expression as she slid down onto my cock, her face pinching a bit as she adjusted to my size. She rocked her hips slowly, her forehead tight, and I tweaked both nipples with my pointer and thumb. She groaned, and I did it again, harder.
“Yes,” she said, starting to rock faster against me. “You feel so damn good, Jonah.”
I placed one hand on her hip and the other on her lower back to help us find a rhythm. It was insane how hot it was seeing her body move against mine, to watch her taking me in deep. The sight sent ripples of pleasure up and down my spine. Her movements were frantic, like she could barely hang on, and I reached in between us and swirled my thumb on her clit. Her breathing picked up as my gut tightened. She was close. I arched my hips, pushing even harder into her, and she trembled. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she came, her face going slack with her orgasm, and I captured her cries with my mouth.
Feeling her come on top of me was a living fantasy, and I dug my fingers into her ass, making her go faster. When she bit my neck, sucking the skin into her mouth, I lost it.
“Fuck, Ryann, god,” I moaned, the white hot pleasure making bright spots dance in my vision. The orgasm kept going to the point I couldn’t breathe.
When it stopped, she collapsed against me. Our chests stuck together with sweat, and her heart raced as hard as mine. My ears rang from the intensity of the pleasure. I closed my eyes, ran a hand up and down her bare spine, and sighed with absolute, utter satisfaction.
“I’ll make French toast every morning if we get to dothatagain,” she said after a few minutes of silence. She sat up while I was still inside her, and she smiled at me. “Damn, Jonah. Damn.”
I grinned lazily at her, my chest filling with pride at how pleased she looked. Rosy cheeks, clear blue eyes, no worries or concerns on her face. There weren’t enough words to describe what I was feeling. I wasn’t even sure myself. Cupping her chin, I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.
Her face softened at the gesture for one second before she slid off me, her face twisting as she slid onto the ground.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” God, did I hurt her somehow?
“Oh, my ankle. Stepped on it weird.” She stood, completely naked, and pointed to her bruised foot.
Seeing her hurting caused a fire to erupt in me. That asshole should’ve walked her home. “Working yesterday didn’t help.”
“No.” She slid her panties and shorts back up, wincing as she walked toward the kitchen to grab her shirt. I threw my own shorts back on and discarded the condom. She needed more medicine and ice.
“Sit down. Let me get you ice again.”
“Thanks, but it’s okay. I need to get some homework done and come up with a budget for next month’s rent.”
My face heated. “I was going to offer that this morning, but I got distracted.”
She wiggled her brows at me. “You weren’t the only one.”
“Do you want to work on them together? The finances, I mean. Now?” I asked, suddenly feeling nervous. My tongue was between her legs moments ago, but this felt more personal.
“Sure.” She looked at the ground and moved one foot to rest on the other, making her stand like a flamingo. “I was going to shower then maybe we could go over stuff?”
I nodded too fast and too hard, attempting to play it cool. “Great. I’ll be out here.”
She disappeared into her room, and my focus was shit. I should be trying to get in a workout before my dad arrived, not thinking about seeing her smile again or helping her with money stuff.But she’ll appreciate it.
Yeah, she would. Knowing it meant a lot to her helped me rationalize not going to the gym, and I busied myself by cleaning every surface I could until she came back out of her room. This wasn’t a date. This was a friend helping out another friend—even if I thought about said friend naked a million times. It would be fine when the season started and this had to end. Hockey would take focus, and I’d have my fill of her. I ignored the way my chest seemed to tighten at the thought of this ending because it wasn’t possible for this to ever be anything more.
17
Ryann
After seeing Jonah’s color-coded spreadsheets filled with finances and formulas, I couldn’t stop smiling. He tracked every penny and had cells auto-filling based on dollars spent. It tickled me to know he shared it with me.
Another side of J.D. the hockey star that I got to keep for myself.
“Does that make sense? You can use conditional formatting to color code based on what you spend. I like to put a limit per week on things besides essential, and it changes to orange if I go over it.”
