He swivels his hips ever so softly, and it’s all I need for that sting to go away and pleasure to once again take over every crevice of my body.
Dax’s moves start slow then speed up. Each thrust of his hips stirs the need in my body for him.
I have never craved someone the way I crave this man right now. The way his hands know exactly how to tweak my nipples. The way his lips nip and suck on my neck. His hips thrust hard and fast, soft and slow. Every fiber of my being is a live wire ready to snap.
“You feel so damn good, Chloe. So fucking perfect,” he growls. “All I want is to make you come again. Feel you come on my dick and make me explode.”
“Yes. Oh God, yes!”
I drag my nails along his spine as I dig my heels into his ass, urging him on. His hips falter as he picks up the pace. With one last stroke of his finger over my clit, I’m done.
“Dax!” I shout as I start to come again. It’s no less powerful than the first, but still rolls through my body as I feel Dax pour his own release into the condom.
He buries his head in my shoulder as he holds me through our release.
“Hell, that was amazing,” he says into my neck.
“Perfect. It was perfect.”
I don’t know how much time has passed as our sticky bodies lie together, but I know one thing for certain.
I’m a goner for my best friend.
There was never any hope of doing anything but falling for Dax, and in one night, I’ve gone and fallen harder than I ever thought possible.
Chapter Twenty-Three
DAX
“How’s Chloe doing with her first long road trip?” Marcus asks. “Doing okay?”
I nod. “I think it helps that the girls took her under their wing.”
“Road trips aren’t easy,” he says, retaping his stick. “She’ll be okay. She has good people around her.”
“That and they’re keeping her busy with jewelry orders.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Chloe as excited as when she told me they wanted custom jewelry made. She kissed me and then left me to study film on her couch while she went to work creating.
It was one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. I prepped for our road trip these next two weeks—all against West Coast teams—while she worked on her designs, followed by a long night of orgasms.
Yeah, I could get used to that.
“Alright, everyone. That first period was good, but we need to work on our mistakes,” Coach Andrews says. “It’s still 0-0, but Vancouver is pushing us hard. Dax.”
His eyes find me.
“Yes, Coach?”
“I’m putting you in with Marcus and Bode. I want to see you put it in the net.”
“You got it.”
Hell yeah. Finally a chance to start on the first line with these two guys. I try to model my game after these two. They’re some of the best players—and guys—in the league.
“You’ve got this,” Bode says, bumping his gloved fist against mine.
“Damn right,” Marcus says. “Let’s go shut this crowd up.”
