“Whatever you want,” I tell her as I thrust my hips.
My moves are punishing. Hard and fast. Each jack of my hips has my blood sizzling for this woman. Leaning over her, I cover her body with mine.
“Do you know how good your pussy feels?” I ask her.
“Tell me.” She turns her head back and I capture her mouth in a heated kiss.
“I love how I can feel how wet I make you. Like every squeeze of my cock is urging me on. Like it was made just for you.”
“Bode,” she purrs. “I love how good you feel inside me. Your cock is magic.”
I can’t help my triumphant smile as I go faster. Just when I think I can’t wait any longer, Stevie shouts, exploding around me.
“Thank fuck.” Grasping her hips, I thrust once, twice more before emptying into the condom.
I let the blinding heat pulse through me as she chokes my cock with her pussy. I don’t know if an orgasm has ever felt this good. Stevie’s release pulled mine out of me.
Reaching around her, I keep her close to me as we both come down from our highs. She’s whispering nonsense as she buries her head in the pillow.
“That’s it. Hold on.”
“How is it so good?” Stevie’s hair sticks to her face as I pull out and drop down beside her, taking care of the condom.
“I don’t know, but I’ll do it again to find out.”
She peeks one eye open at me. “I’m sure that will be a hardship for you.”
“A burden I must bear.”
She burrows into my side and I relish these last few minutes of peace we have. Her fingers trace my abs as I drag my fingers up and down her arm.
I love this woman, and I will do whatever it takes to keep her here.
ChapterTwenty-Five
STEVIE
I’m nervous. I wish I weren’t, but I am. Nerves and excitement have been competing in my belly all day. I’ve never been to a hockey game before. Now, my first ever is one where I’m dating one of the players? Are we dating? We haven’t put a name on what we’re doing, but it feels like we’re dating. Actually, a lot more than just dating with the way I’m feeling about him.
I want to be with him all the time. I love getting to be with him, and I’ve never felt more at peace than I do when I’m with him. Like Bode calms me in a way I never knew I needed.
Parking my car, I take a deep breath and try to push down all these emotions. Grabbing my bag, I step out and shove the key in the lock—not that anyone would try to steal this old thing in a parking lot full of much nicer cars—then head inside, following the groups of people. Bode told me exactly where to go.
The doors automatically open to an elaborate lobby. It’s business-like, but everyone is decked out in Knights gear.
An older woman is sitting at a desk. “Hi there. Bode Adams left a pass for me.”
“Name, please?”
“Stephanie Campbell.”
She taps away on her tablet before looking up at me. Grabbing a pass hanging on a lanyard, she hands it over. “Here you are, ma’am. If you’ll take the elevator at the end of the hall up to floor three, they will show you to the suite.”
“Thank you.”
I smile at her as I follow her directions. I blend into the crowd with the people here. Bode got me a red Knights ball cap to wear. Paired with a black bomber jacket and jeans, I felt cute when I left the house. Now I’m wondering if I should have splurged on a jersey. Because when the elevator doors open, I’m swept into a sea of them. Every player is represented. It’s overwhelming. The sound of the crowd erupts. I have no idea what is going on, but I find a desk in the center of the room.
I planned my arrival as close to the start time as I could. I’m nervous being here on my own.
