I picture Cole in place of the book’s hero, imagining him in the room with me. The toy’s movements inside me are his fingers and the undulating vibrations on my clit are his mouth sucking me, licking, unraveling me at the seams.
“You taste like heaven,” he narrates, improvising some of his own lines. “Christ, I want to have you like this always, Evie. Those luscious legs wrapped around my head and your sweet cries filling my ears. Every minute of the day I don’t spend with my head buried in your pussy is a fucking waste.”
A gasp sticks in my throat. My hips buck and another orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh f-fu?—”
My thighs tremble from the strength. It goes on and on, making my eyes swim from how unbelievable it is.
“Those gorgeous sounds of yours are all I think about. You’re always filling my head. You sound so fucking sexy when you come, you know that?”
The praise washes over me with another change in rhythm from the vibrator. He’s keeping my release going, the pleasure cresting once more. I cry out, arching my back with my fingers clawing the sheets.
“That’s it. I’ve got you.” There’s a smile in his voice.
“I knew you’d make the best book boyfriend.”
I murmur it more to myself while I’m floating in the afterglow, but he heard me. He pauses a moment, then steals my breath with his response.
“I’ll be everything for you, sweetheart. Every fantasy. Every dream. Whatever you need, I want to be it.”
SAFE SPACE
COLE
9:37PM
The fire Eveignited tonight lingers in my veins as I catch my breath, come coating my knuckles after one of our online conversations. With a groan, I haul myself out of the hotel bed to clean up. She’s making it bearable to be on the road.
I need to be at the rink early for a coaches meeting before tomorrow’s playoff game, but I’m not ready to say goodnight to her yet. I bring my phone into the bathroom, typing a text with one finger.
MightyPuck:You made me make a huge mess, baby.
CraftyCutie:Hehehe [angel emoji]
MightyPuck:Not fooling anyone with that angel.
CraftyCutie:You love it.
MightyPuck:I do.
I sigh, staring at the message after I send it. Since we’ve been on the road for playoffs, I haven’t seen her. As much as I’m enjoying the team’s energy and drive to win, I miss her. I want tosit at the bar during her shift to keep her company and work on the camper with her. Ride around with no destination in mind.
Never thought I’d find the day I would rather be home than throwing myself into traveling the way I used to before I returned to Heston Lake. I can’t imagine leaving now. Not when a piece of my heart resides there with her.
The possibility looms over my head the closer the team gets to the end of their season. If I’m no longer needed and David finds someone to fill the position, I need to figure out what I’ll do.
MightyPuck:What are you going to do the rest of the weekend?
CraftyCutie:I have a double shift at the bar but I also am thinking about some non-work crafting. It’s been too long since I opened my shop that I’ve sat down and created something for me just because, you know?
MightyPuck:You should. Show me what you make.
I know I’m pushing it, coming right up against the boundary she set. I haven’t put much effort in pretending to be someone I’m not when I talk to her online, blending reality into this game.
If she isn’t going to say anything, then I won’t stop. Breaking the rules with her is worth it.
CraftyCutie:The TVs at The Landmark will be tuned to the Knights’ game tomorrow. We’re all watching you guys. They’re playing so amazing. You must be proud of what you’ve done with them.
