Page 77 of A Perfect Mess


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“I knew it I knew it I knew it,” she says, wriggling in my arms and squealing with excitement.“You worked too hard for this.They’d never let go of a hockey star like Griff Keegan.”

I grin at her, absorbing her pretty features.My view is Casey; my arms are full of Casey.I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, where she’s wrapped around me like a koala.There are so many other things I want to say to her right now.Like how fucking gorgeous she is.How good she feels in my arms.How much I appreciate that she roots for me, believes in me, stands by me.

She’s been here for the highs and lows of the summer.She’s never once doubted me or wavered.

But all I can get out is, “Thanks, Case.”

Because it would mess things up to share all that now.What good would it do to lay out all those heavy feelings when she’s two weeks from moving back to her real life?I stuff the thoughts back down inside me.It’s easier to ignore them for now.

“I want to come see you play,” she says after we kiss until our lips go numb.

“You will next week,” I remind her.“For the fundraiser.”

“That’s a friendly match against firefighters,” she pouts.“I want the real deal.”

I squeeze the underside of her thighs.“You want to come watch a game?I can arrange that.I’ll find out when we come to Chicago.”

She nods, but something in her dims.It’s just a flash, barely noticeable, but I see it.She traces her finger along the collar of my T-shirt.“Will you guys do those weird exercises where it looks like you’re humping the ice?”

I snort.“If you’re lucky.”

“Will you humpmeafterward?”

“IfI’mlucky.”

We break into laughter.But it fades when Casey rocks her hips against me.

“Griffy,” she whines.She uses that name when she really wants something from me.I secretly love it.Judging from the way her eyes have gone hooded, I can tell what she’s angling for.

“What do you need, Case?”

“You.”She cinches her arms around my neck, pouting a little.“Please.”

I can’t say no to that.“Well, since you asked nicely…”

She giggles as I carry her over to the couch.As soon as she’s out of my arms she tugs me to sitting and clambers on top of me.She really wants it.Our lips connect and her hands are roaming across my chest, tugging my shirt off, rubbing my cock through my pants.She wriggles out of her pajama shorts and tosses her tank top next.She’s got my cock in her hand in the blink of an eye, and I barely have time to gasp out, “Condom?”

She shakes her head, the stiff peaks of her tits brushing against my chin as she arranges herself on top of me.“I want to feel you, Griffy.”

I’m too turned on to think straight.She’s got my cock in her hand, jacking me off while she pouts and begs to take me bare.Are you fucking kidding me?There’s no universe where the answer is no in this moment.

“I’m on birth control,” she whispers.

“Get on,” I growl.

She bites her bottom lip and steadies herself on my shoulders as she arranges herself on top of me.I scoop each nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the stiff peaks as she gently eases down on top of me.I slide my hands over her bare ass, guiding her down.

As soon as my cockhead pushes inside her, even a half inch, my entire body is in bliss.Jeeesus Christ.My head falls back as little breathy whimpers escape her.

“Fuck, Casey,” I groan.

She braces herself against my chest as she slowly lowers down.Another inch.And then another inch.She rocks against me, which pulls another moan from my lips.

There’s never been anything better than this.

“That’s right, Casey.”I grab big handfuls of her ass cheeks, sucking against my teeth.“You take me sooo fucking good.”

She makes my dick disappear inside her.Rocks against me once, her mouth parting.Then she starts to bounce.She rides me like my cock is the only thing she’s ever needed in her life.Her breasts bounce in my face as she takes what she needs from me.