I run a hand over his head, through his hair and down to cup his cheek before I say with one hundred percent certainty, “I’m your girlfriend.”
His hands on my ass move to my hips and he pushes me down onto his dick. We stay perfectly still except for our lips and tongues as we absorb the moment.
His hands are warm and solid against my skin, one splayed across my lower back and the other around the nape of my neck. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, arch my back and moan. I can feel his dick twitch with need inside me. This will be our only gentle moment, I can tell. He wants to work out all his frustration and loss on me—and I want to let him, desperately. With his hands on my hips he lifts me slightly and he pushes his cock deep inside me with one strong, hard thrust.
Chapter 47
Sebastian
It’s too much and not enough at the very same time. Being with her, no barriers for the first time, feeling her wet warmth wrapped around me is amazing, and I want this feeling—the love I feel, the trust I can see in her eyes and the pleasure of it, to last forever. But the undeniable delicious friction as she rides me, setting a teasing rhythm, controlling every wave of pleasure—it’s too much. I want the control tonight. Ineedit.
Holding her against my body, I stand and turn and place her back against the mattress, her legs hanging over the side as I bend my knees to be lower and stay inside her. I need to control her—controlthis—tonight. I lost control of the series, the game, had no control over how our season ended, but her pleasure and mine, I still own that and I am not giving that over. Not tonight. I put my hands behind her knees and watch our joined bodies as I push into her.
My rhythm is fast and unyielding. I grab one of her legs and hike it up so her ankle rests against my shoulder. A few more hard, steady, pleasurable thrusts and just as many gratifying moans from her beautiful mouth and I kiss her ankle and lean over her. My torso is almost flat on top of her and her calf is basically against her head, which means my dick is so deep inside her I’m seeing stars. God, I love her flexibility. Long live yoga.
“Sebastian…oh God…so close…” Her eyelashes are fluttering wildly and her head is thrashing from side to side and her hands are reaching above her head, grasping at some kind of imaginary anchor to keep her on the edge where pleasure and euphoria dance. But there is no anchor and I’m intent on throwing her into the abyss.
I grab her hands together and pull them toward me. She loops them around my neck and lets them wind a path down to my ass where she grabs it so hard I know there’ll be marks.
“Seb…” She whispers my name before she begs, “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
I drive my dick as deep as it can go. Oh God, I want to come.
“I’m going to…” Her sentence morphs into a moan.
“Look at me, baby. Look at me when you come,” I insist and her eyes, barely open, focus on mine.
“Seb.” I feel her walls clench and her back arches violently and she whimpers loudly.
I can’t hold on. I explode inside her. I swear I almost lose consciousness, and when I float back to reality, I’m still on top of her. She’s stroking my back with her fingertips, and the heavy feeling of the loss comes back to me as well. I sigh.
“There’ll be more chances,” she says intuitively. “You’ve got a young, strong team.”
“Yeah, but I wanted it so bad this year,” I confess and slowly, gently pull out of her. We both move to the top of the bed and pull the covers down. “The minute we make the playoffs I just want it so bad. I have to lift the Cup again. I don’t want to have won it just once.”
“You’ll win it all again,” she promises, and even though I know it’s her wish and not any kind of promise, it still comforts me. “You’re the best defenseman in the league. You’ll make it happen.”
I pull the sheets up around us and she curls into my side. This feels right. This feels good. She yawns against my chest and I kiss the top of her head. “Tired?”
“Not really,” she replies. “You?”
“No,” I reply and try not to frown. “I have all the time in the world for sleeping now.”
We just lie there tangled up together in peaceful silence for a few moments. She finally says, “Tell me about your life. How did you find hockey? When did you fall in love with it?”
“The minute I put on skates,” I tell her easily. I remember it like it was yesterday. “It was love at first sight. Have you ever felt that before?”
She tilts her head and looks up at me with the softest, most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my entire life. “I think I have.” She kisses me softly and says, “Tell me more.”
We spend the night doing what we’ve avoided or forgotten to do since the moment we met: talk. I tell her about my childhood, my parents’ divorce, Stephanie’s slip into addiction and her climb back out. She tells me about her childhood and Trey’s problems. She talks about college, and this asshole Dustin who I thank God didn’t make the NHL, because if he had I would try to kill him every game I played against him. I tell her about making the league and my mom marrying my old coach.
The sun is rising when we finally drift off, and the pain of the loss, the end of our playoff run, is dulled, replaced by amazing new feelings filling every part of me—contentment, hope and most of all love. I love this woman and I think she loves me too. So I might not have another Cup, but I’ve definitely won.
Epilogue
Shayne
The phone feels like it’s louder than a fire alarm as it cuts through the dark room at four in the morning. Sebastian jumps beside me and almost falls off the bed. I bolt to a sitting position and grab it off the night table without even looking at the number on the call display.
