“Tease,” he jokes and I can’t help but smile.
I squeeze some of the lube into my palm and rub it along his opening, taking my time, teasing the entrance with the tip of my fingers before slipping one then two fingers inside of him, scissoring them back and forth as I prepare him for my cock. With each pump, he moans, his hand stroking his dick faster. Every fucking noise he makes has me wanting him more.
When I’m sure he’s ready, I press his legs into his chest and then line my head up with his hole and thrust inside of him inone full, swift motion. He lets out a cry, not of pain but of desire. “God, you feel so good, baby, so tight, so perfect.” I groan as I begin to move my hips, moving my cock in and out of his tight hole, fighting to keep control so I can drag this moment out.
I don’t need anything else in this moment. Just him. Just us.
Chapter 33
Ginny
Ihurried home lastnight, not wanting to risk running into the guys. Not because I didn’t want to see them—Ialwayswant to see them—but because the moment I laid eyes on them, the overwhelming urge to run to them, throw my arms around them and hold them close, would be too strong to resist. And that wouldn’t sit well with my father. Not until I finally work up the nerve to talk to him. Not until I tell him that I love them, that I no longer want to skate with Antony, and that the bastard has done nothing but make my life miserable.
The need to be honest with my father looms over me like a weight. Dad needs to know the truth and I need,no,Ideserveto be happy. And being with the guys is what does that.
If Antony gets his way, he’ll convince my dad to lock me in my room, making sure the only thing I ever do is skate. Or worse, convince my father that he should date me. My stomach rolls at that thought, and I have to fight back the urge to vomit.
I left the rink as soon as the team cleared the ice, ducking out before I could run into them. But as I step outside, my breath hitches. A dark figure stands tucked in the shadows just beyondthe exit, sending a shiver down my spine. I didn’t need to see his face to know who it was.Antony.
My pulse pounds as I move swiftly through the small crowd outside, making a beeline for my car. I don’t let out the breath I’m holding until I’m safely inside, doors locked, engine roaring to life. I have successfully avoided both Antony and my father.
My phone buzzes the entire ride home.
When I come to a red light, I pick it up and peek to see who it is.
Carter.
I smile as I swipe open the message.
Carter: You ok Pixie?
Carter: You bolted out of there like the building was on fire. I was hoping to see you when we came out of the locker room.
I bite my lip, debating how much to tell him before deciding on the truth.
Me: Didn’t want to run into my dad. Or Antony.
Carter’s response comes fast.
Carter: That fucker still bothering you?
Me: I’d rather not talk about him. The three of you played amazing tonight.
Carter: I’ll let it slide for now. But if he’s bothering you, I, no we want to know.
I sigh, not wanting to carry on talking about Antony. It’s a sore subject and if they truly knew how bad it was getting withAntony, I know without a doubt they’d confront him. That’s not something I’m ready to deal with, not yet anyway.
Instead, I send a message to Chase and Blake, telling them how amazing they played. Minutes pass. No response. My heart deflates slightly, wondering if I’d said something wrong.
Carter: Can you sneak out tonight? I’ll come get you. I’d rather be with you than here at the bar celebrating with the team.
Bar. My heart drops. But why? Why shouldn’t they be out celebrating? It was a huge win for them, pushing them closer to the Frozen Four tournament in April.
Me: I wish I could but I have practice in the morning. Besides you know how my dad’s been up my ass.
Me: Trust me though, I’d much rather be with the 3 of you.
Carter: We’d want that to.
