Easton’s leaning in the door with a handsome crooked smile. A warm glow echoes within my chest, spreading through me. He pops off the door frame and I save my page, setting the book on the nightstand.
The cat gives a faint trilling sound in greeting without moving from her spot. He chuckles, strolling to the bed to let her sniff his hand.
I clasp it, examining his busted knuckles with a frown. “You shouldn’t have fought during the game. What if you’d been suspended? There aren’t many games left before the season ends. You’re working so hard to stand out when you play so you can achieve your dreams.”
“This isn’t from the game.” He laces his fingers with mine, gazing at our joined hands. “I was blocking your brother’s hits more than hitting him back.”
“What do you mean?”
The cat grows bored with us when we stop paying attention to her. She jumps off the bed and pads from the room.
Easton sits beside me, bringing my hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “Ryan came to find me before the bus was due to leave, wanting me to go with him. We worked things out between us.” His blue eyes pierce mine. “I got my moment alone. Your ex knows not to even look at you ever again.”
The gritty, protective tone he uses sends heat racing through me. With my worries about the game gone, all that’s left is the sensual need this wild side of him stirs in me.
I want to feel what his fiery savageness is like when it’s unleashed on my body. My desires are reflected in his darkening gaze as it drops to my mouth, then rakes over me.
“Maya,” he rasps.
I move first. He catches me in his arms and we collide in a passionate kiss. We’re more desperate than we’ve ever been for each other, yanking and tugging at our clothes while teeth nip at lips and nails scrape across skin.
A moan flies out of me when he roughly flips me over, body covering mine as he reaches around to squeeze my breast andwork my jeans and thong down. He gets them off, then his palm pushes on the middle of my back.
“Head down, ass up, baby,” he grits out.
Arousal throbs in my clit as the tip of his cock glides against my folds. I grip the sheets, pushing back to get what I want.
He squeezes my ass. “Oh, you want it, huh? Did you get all hot and wet from watching me tonight?”
“Yes.”
A rumble sounds from him. “You want to get fucked hard, Maya?”
I cry out in response as his cock begins to stretch me. He stops at just the tip, driving me crazy. I wriggle, attempting to take more of his length. He holds me steady, outmatching me for strength.
“Come on. Fuck me now.”
“How do you want it? Tell me.”
“Rough.”
The pleading admission makes me hot all over, my core pulsing with excitement.
A scream catches in my throat when he slams into me, fingers gripping my hips firm enough to leave marks. I shiver at the thought of finding proof of this moment later. The angle is divine, each thrust lighting me up from his cock hitting me deep.
He takes a fistful of my hair. It’s just tight enough to add pressure, keeping my head where he wants it. My mouth drops open with another moan.
“Fuck, you take my cock so good. You’re my good fucking girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I chant breathlessly over and over.
Every inch of my body is taut with pleasure from my nipples to my clit to my pussy until I explode. The orgasm blindsides me, making my thighs quiver from the intense force of red hot waves of ecstasy crashing over me.
“Jesus—fuck, Maya,” he grits out. “That’s it. Come all over my cock.”
He releases my hair and leans down so he’s braced over me, holding one of my wrists in a possessive grip. It makes his cock reach even deeper as he drives inside me.
“Oh god,” I choke out.
