My fist squeezes my cock, holding off my release. I press the microphone icon to record another clip.
“Look at you, begging for my cock to stretch you out. You gonna come for me?”
She types her answer. It’s garbled, but that makes me hotter thinking she’s swept in the throes of pleasure. I stroke my throbbing cock, staring at the photo.
“Let me hear you,” I rasp into my phone’s mic.
I grin when she sends a voice clip of her whimpering through her orgasm. Her sounds are unreal. I’m addicted to listening to her come, knowing she’s falling apart because of me.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise.
I keep the recording going as my release rushes over me so she’ll hear everything she does to me.
My limbs go slack until the aftershocks fade. I check our chat and chuckle at the parade of blushing emojis she sent. I love it when she goes from bold and sexy to shy. She asks if I feel better now.
“I always feel better when I talk to you. Goodnight, sweetheart,” I murmur on a new voice clip. “Sleep well.”
SIXTEEN
COLE
There’s notmuch for me to do during our ice time today. David and Steve have the team working on conditioning and shooting drills until everyone hits a quota.
I don’t want to be useless. While they shoot wristers, backhands, and slap shots repeatedly on the net, I study the goalies, calling out advice. Cameron’s doing fantastic guarding the net. He’s fluid and has a damn good instinct for which way the puck will go.
“Nice read,” I say when he stops another with a smooth glove save.
Eve’s in the stands watching practice. She arrived a while ago and has been drawing on her iPad.
A few players go over to talk to her during a water break. David hasn’t noticed yet. I follow them over after a minute to direct them back to the ice.
The group is rowdy, laughing and nudging each other. They’re like puppies vying for her attention. I’m pretty sure Easton has actual hearts in his eyes. Alex and Theo are rolling their eyes. Cameron covers his face with his hat while his shoulders shake with amusement.
Jake Brody’s slouched beside her, arm stretched along the back of her seat. I know she’s not interested in any of them, yet it makes me pull up short. Something grates sharply in my chest.
Eve bats her eyelashes and pretends to swoon, but her smile is tired. “Is that line working on the girls you pick up at parties? Weak, bro. You need to up your game.”
Jake shrugs with a cocky expression. “Works for me every time. Come chill and I’ll show you how well I bag the ladies.”
She scoffs, giving him a playful shove. Alex mimics the sound of a plane crashing and burning.
“Come on, you’re not curious how I use these to make pretty girls like you scream?” He lifts the bottom of his jersey to flash his abs.
The grating sensation comes again, stronger this time. My brows pinch. I don’t get the chance to step in.
Easton pales, punching Jake’s shoulder and muttering a curse under his breath. “Dude, shut up, it’s?—”
“Did I just hear that right, Brody?” David’s behind the group.
“Hey, Dad. How’s practice going?” Eve hides a smile behind her hand, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Wouldn’t know. My players are too busy flirting to skate.” He passes a stern look around that has the guys paling further. “I shouldn’t have to make it clear that my daughter is off-limits.”
I hope my face doesn’t give me away because now I’m shitting the bed right along with the guys. If this is how he reacts to them joking around, what will happen if he finds out about what’s happening between us?
David crosses his arms. “You’ll be skating suicides for the rest of practice.”
“Coach, that’s like fifteen, twenty minutes,” Theo points out grimly.
