“Jesus, Sweetheart. You’re going to make me cum before I get to fuck you,” he tells me through gritted teeth. I pump him into my mouth a few more times before pulling off of him reluctantly. As soon as I’m off, Jamie grabs me, flipping me onto my stomach. I yelp at the fast action.
“What are you doing?” I ask in a screaming whisper.
I feel him climb off the bed, and suddenly he’s grabbing my hips and hoisting me backwards, hips in the air. I feel his hard cock near my entrance.
“I’m going to fuck you now, and you’re going to let everyone in this house know who you belong to, right Sweetheart?”
I nod frantically, hoping he’ll give me what I need right now. But instead of him entering me, his hand slaps my ass, leaving behind a hot sting. I yelp at the sudden pain.
“What the hell, Jamie?” I’ve never been spanked during sex, not because I’m against it or anything, but because no other guy that I slept with ever tried. Is it bad that I actually kind of liked it?
“Use your words, baby girl,” he orders in a low, gruff tone.
“Yes,” I say quickly. “Everyone will know. Please fuck me, Jamie.”
Without hesitation, he positions himself between my legs and slides in with one hard thrust. I grip the covers, trying to hold onto something while Jamie pounds in and out of my pussy.
“Fucking hell, Ellie,”he groans, his voice thick with need.“You’re addicting.”
I moan louder than I mean to. The bed creaks beneath us, making it obvious that we’re not up here just to talk. But I don’t care. All I can focus on is the way he’s filling me, the way his cock is stretching me, the way his hands are gripping my hips as he drives into me.
“Jamie,” I pant, my voice breathless. “Harder.”
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate. I begin to move back onto him, meeting him stroke for stroke. God, he feels incredible. The sound of our flesh slapping togetherfills the room, and I can hear his friends laughing downstairs.
“Tell them, Ellie,”Jamie growls. “Tell them who you belong to.”
“You,”I gasp, my body beginning to tighten around him. “I belong to you, Jamie!”
“That’s right. And I’m not giving you up, not ever again,” he grits out as he thrusts deeper, his hips snapping against my ass. I feel his cock twitch inside me, and that’s what tips me over the edge. I clench around him as I cry out his name.
A few moments later after we’re both cleaned up, we lie in bed, staring up at the white speckled ceiling. Jamie rolls onto his side, pulling me into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. I want to melt into a freaking puddle. Who is this man and what did he do to the jerk that screwed me over?
“I meant what I said, El. I won’t give you up. I can’t,” he practically whispers. His fingers absentmindedly move up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps. “You’re the good. I need good.”
My heart melts a bit at his confession. “Who knew Jamie Patterson, the hockey god, could be so sweet?” I ask, hoping to break the tension between us. There’s a wall there, and I’m not sure if it’s his or mine.
“Not quite the hockey god anymore,” he states flatly.
I place my hand on his cheek, and it feels surreal to be lying here in bed with him. I know we’ve screwed a few times, but this is different. Lying here like this is intimate. It’s real.
“You still are, even if you’re not on the ice right now. You will be again.”
His eyes meet mine, searching for something. For what, I’m not sure.
“How do you know?”
A small smile falls on my lips as my thumb moves slowly against his face. He looks so calm, yet so troubled. He’s fighting a war in his head, and it doesn’t seem like he’s winning.
“Because you’re you. You don’t let anything hold youback.”
Not even me.
Chapter 32
Jamie
The room feels brighter today as I lay on the bed waiting for Jared to come in and ruin my day. Maybe it’s because I slept better than I have in months last night and I actually feel rested. Or maybe it’s from the fact that I finally feel like Ellie and I are in a good spot. She’s not holding herself back anymore and I love that.
