But I also didn’t want her to have regrets. This wasn’t the kind of decision you made in the heat of the moment. Yes, Bryn wanted kids, and I’d always wanted a big family. And the idea of Bryn carrying our child was one of the hottest things I’d ever imagined. But there was no way we should consider having a baby together when I wasn’t even sure if weweretogether.
It merely reaffirmed what I’d already known—Bryn and I needed to discuss what this was. What we wanted our relationship to look like after we returned home.
Now wasn’t the right time, but I wasn’t going to put off this conversation much longer. We needed to talk, and I vowed that I would do just that—tomorrow. For now, I was going to do everything in my power to show her just how much she meant to me.
“Frasier?” she asked.
“I, uh—” I cleared my throat, struggling to hold it together. “Sorry. My physical was also good.” But this was all so new, and I had no idea what she was thinking about us or our future. “You could sit on my face, or…”
“Could we keep doing this?” She glided over me, her slick underwear providing a flimsy barrier. “I’m not ovulating, but I understand if you aren’t comfortable with the risk.”
I wasn’t an idiot. Even with my lust-addled brain, I knew there was still a chance that she could get pregnant. Which was why I’d given her the option of doing something else.
I gripped her ass, pulling her over me again. “Angel, we can do whatever you want.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, hands on my shoulders. “Because I want to make you feel good.”
“Trust me,” I chuckled. “I do feel good, and I’m not worried about coming.” If anything, I worried about coming too soon.
I grabbed a clean beach towel from nearby, so I wouldn’t make a mess when that inevitably happened. We were supposed to return to the wedding after all. “Now, ride me.”
She grinned, leaning forward to cover my lips with hers. As our tongues tangled, she slid against me, using my cock and the friction from her underwear to drive her to the brink.
“Take what you need,” I said, palming her breast, one then the other. I sucked her nipple into my mouth, teasing and tasting, coaxing out her pleasure. Using every means available to make her feel good, while trying to hold on for as long as possible.
I was reciting stats in my head, toying with her breasts, praying that she would come soon before I embarrassed myself. I gripped the towel, hoping my reflexes would be as fast as they were on the ice. Because as soon as she came, I was going to fucking explode.
Bryn’s speed increased, our kisses growing sloppier and more desperate. When she started to moan my name, I covered her mouth with my hand.
“I’m beginning to think you want to get caught.”
And then she was shuddering on top of me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Mouth open to form a silent “O.” She was glorious—wild and untethered.
I held off for as long as I could, letting her ride out her pleasure. But I was losing control, unraveling. Bryn moved to my side, crouching down to take me in her mouth.
Whatever I said, it wasn’t intelligible. I placed my hand on the back of her head, gently holding her hair to the side.
“Fuck, angel.” I watched her, wishing I could make it last longer. “You look so pretty sucking my cock.”
She used her hand to pump me, lavishing the tip with attention. And I was done for. I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, a warning. But she didn’t stop, didn’t back off, and I finally let go. Pleasure surged through my veins, a rush of satisfaction washing over me.
And she swallowed it all down then licked me clean. When she sat back up, she wiped at the corner of her mouth. She grinned, and I chuckled, so damn in love with her.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her to me for a kiss. A quick cuddle.
She let out a happy sigh and laid her head on my chest. It felt better than any shutout game, any play-off win, even winning the Frozen Four. Because Bryn was finally in my arms—exactly where she was meant to be.
I forced myself to stand, knowing we needed to get back to the reception. I tucked myself back into my pants. And then I offered Bryn my hand, gently pulling her to a standing position before helping her fix her dress.
“Thank you.” I kissed her temple. “That was exactly what I needed.”
“Me too.” She smiled. “Though I’m pretty sure it will be obvious what we were doing.”
“Maybe. But you look even more beautiful.” I kissed her nose.
“What does that mean?” she asked, tilting her head.
“Exactly what it sounded like,” I said.
