Page 101 of Slapshot Bride

My fingers move from her waist down to legs, until I find her clit and I rub it slowly, teasing her release.

“Oh god… Pl-please…”

She’s a moaning mess, and I love it.

God, I fucking love her.

Love Riley Brooks.

My little present from the universe.

The realization hits me raw and hard, and it spurs me on.

I fuck her hard, and when I feel my balls draw up again, I know I can’t hold back anymore. My lips skate across her back to her neck. One flick of my tongue on her ear is all it takes.

She gives in to her climax, shuddering and whimpering in pleasure. Her wet, warm pussy tightens around my cock, and I fall with her.

The spasms hit hard. I hold her waist tightly, arms wrapped around her.

The shower is still running, and the water is still warm. The bathroom is filled with steam, but I don’t care. Once I’ve caught my breath enough, I slowly turn her around and hold her to me, under the running water.

By the time we are in bed, the room is dim and warm, and she's in one of my t-shirts, and I’m in briefs. She settles onto her side, facing me, and puts her hand on my chest, tracing a slow line down my sternum with one finger.

“Easton.”

“Yeah.”

“I think I’m ready to meet my brother.”

I turn my head to look at her.

Her eyes are on my chest, on the spot her finger has been drawing, and her face is soft in the low light.

“Yeah. Not tomorrow. Soon. I think. Maybe arrange a date or something.” She looks up at me. “I think he would like you.”

“You think?”

She smiles. “I know.”

Something in me tightens and warms at the same time. I kiss her forehead because it only validates my thoughts in the shower.

I’m in love with Riley Brooks.

“Come to the first game with me.”

She blinks.

“The preseason opener?”

“Yeah. It’s my home ice. It’s close-controlled press, Diane will handle the entry. You will sit in the family section. You will meet a few more of the guys’ people. Quinn will be there and Emma too.”

She laughs.

“And you can take your camera and have a field day with it too.”

“Okay.”

She kisses my chest, then settles against me. Within four minutes, her breathing slows, and within six, she's asleep, and the small weight of her on my chest reminds me of what I’m still hiding.