“I’m going to come,” she cries.
I wrap my arm around her throat and press myself against her back, my heart beating wildly and her pussy spasming, pulling my own orgasm from deep within me.
I’m still breathless, panting, when a knock rattles the door.
“Shit,” Adeline whispers.
“Shh.” I grip her upper arms and spin so I’m standing between her and the door.
“Um, guys…”
Her eyes widen as my stomach sinks.
“If that’s you in there,” Aiden says, “just, um, your dads are getting anxious. I said I’d come check on you, JJ, but you weren’t in the bathroom and?—”
“Um—” I start.
“Don’t. Don’t make a sound,” he rushes out, panicked. “I don’t want to know if Addie’s in there with you because then I’d have to lie. I’m terrible at lying. But maybe just come back to the table.”
He’s falls silent.
I listen for his footsteps but can barely hear over the blood rushing in my ears.
When I think he’s gone, I tuck myself back into my pants, only to startle when he yells again. “Soon. Please.”
Addie drops her head to my chest. “Holy fuck,” she whispers.
“It’s okay.” I squeeze her upper arms. “I’ll talk to him.”
“No.” She snaps up straight, her face a mask of anger. “There’s nothing to talk about. This—this didn’t happen.”
Dread swirls inside me. “Adeline?—”
She shakes her head, yanking up her pants. “Oh my god, how could we have done this? I have a date out there. A very lovely man who’s funny and has said nice things about me and you—you’re…nope.” She straightens her top and fluffs her hair. “He’s going to know. Oh my god, my dad is going to know I fucked a married man.”
“Adeline—”
“And I’m your coach. Dammit. Now I’m just another cliché?—”
“Adeline.”
“Stop saying my name,” she begs. “This is my career, JJ. Maybe this isn’t a big deal for you, but for me…this is my career,” she whispers, desperate. “It’s hard enough being taken seriously as a woman in sports without a scandal. The NHL was my dream. Please, JJ. Please just…let it go. Let me go.”
My heart thrashes wildly. I want to fight her on this. She’s still dripping with my cum and she’s about to run out and give up on us.
But I can’t argue with a damn thing she’s saying. Like hell would I ever let her give up her career for me.
So I cup her cheek and lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m going to figure this out for us. I’m letting you go right now, but make no mistake, I’m not lettingyougo.”
I press my mouth to hers and soak in the feel of her, knowing it will have to last me for a while.
“We’ll see about that,” she murmurs, turning for the door.
And then she’s gone.
Again.
TWENTY-SEVEN
