Playing Hurt (Aces Hockey #6)

My gaze dropped to her tits, nearly spilling out of the tiny red bikini top in that position. I dragged my eyes away reluctantly. “Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“I had a girlfriend back when I played for the Spitfires. In Windsor, Ontario,” I added. “I got drafted when I was eighteen, and she thought I should turn pro. I went to training camp, but I knew I wouldn’t make the team and it would be better for me to play another year in the Major Junior leagues, so I went back to the Spitfires. She dumped me.”

She gaped at me. “She dumped you because of that?”

“Yeah.” I touched a finger to her nose. “Sucked at the time, but obviously she didn’t really love me.”

“She couldn’t stick around for a year? Wait, what am I saying. If she just wanted you to be a pro hockey player, you’re right…she didn’t really love you.”

“So it worked out for the best.”

“I agree.” She gave a firm nod.



* * *





It would be unrealistic to expect that a man and a woman would go away together and spend twenty-four hours a day with each other and everything would be all smooth and perfect.

“How could you have lost it again?” I asked.

Jordyn grimaced. “I don’t know! I swear it has to be in the room somewhere. I don’t know what I did with it.”

She’d lost her room key for the third time.

Meanwhile, I was making the bed.

“Why are you making the bed?” she asked irritably, still trashing the place hunting for her key card. “There are maids who come every day to do that.”

“I’m not making it. I’m just tidying up.”

I’d also hung up the towels she’d left in a heap on the bathroom floor.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“An unmade bed bothers me.”

She planted her hands on her hips and glared at me. “How can that bother you? We’re on our way out. And anyway, making the bed is a waste of time. You’re just going to mess it up again in a few hours.”

I glared back at her. Damn, she was hot when she was irritated. Our eyes met, and then we both burst out laughing.

“Or maybe we’ll just mess it up again right now.” I rounded the bed, grabbed her, and tossed her onto it. She let out a squeal that made my balls tighten and I climbed on to straddle her and get her out of the bikini she’d just put on. “You’re hot when you’re annoyed.”

Her smile reached inside me all the way to my aching balls. My dick was rigid and engorged, desperate to be inside that sweet, tight pussy. I studied her with hot eyes, her perfect, lithe body, her flawless tits that filled my hands so deliciously tipped with tight pink nipples, the tiny dark gold landing strip on her mound. I gripped her hands and pushed them into the pillows beside her head, my knees spread wide, her ass pressed against my inner thighs. Our eyes met and held, and our light mood shifted into something intense and crackling.

She rocked her pelvis and my dick slid through her pussy, already so wet, and I fucking loved that. For a moment, I just fucked her like that, sliding my dick back and forth, soft whimpers escaping her pretty mouth, watching my shaft grow slick from her cream. Then I gripped it and rubbed the head over her soft pussy lips before setting it at her entrance.

“Chase…condom…”

“I’ll pull out.”

She bit her lip. “That’s not…smart.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes.”

“I have a clean bill of health, baby, I swear.”

“O-okay. Me too.”

I pushed inside her.

This…goddamn. The feeling of her around my cock, so hot and wet and tight…so bare…made me lose my mind. Pleasure licked over every nerve ending in my body like flames, igniting my senses, setting my brain on fire. “Jordyn.” I groaned her name. “Damn, baby, you make me crazy.”

She only whimpered in reply, reaching for my thighs to grip them, tilting her pelvis up. I grasped her waist, so tiny in my hands, holding her so I could fuck her harder. She curled her hands around my wrists, gasping, our bodies slapping together, the bed shaking. Then she let go of my wrist and shoved her hand into her pussy.

“Yeah.” I watched, my vision going hazy with my impending orgasm, pressure building at the base of my spine, fast and dark. “Want another one of those gorgeous orgasms, baby. Do it.”

“Yes…” She circled her fingers over her clit while I hammered into her, harder, faster. “Oooooh…yesssss.”

She squeezed me as she came, rippling around me, her cries like music, a flush sweeping from her chest up into her face. She wasn’t quiet about her orgasms, and I loved it. My balls tightened, my skin tingled everywhere, and I pulled out just in time to come all over her lower belly in scalding, nearly painful surges. Waves of unbelievable pleasure crashed over me. I was making terrible noises, harsh grunts and growls, my heart pounding, my head flung back.

When I’d finished, when I could breathe, I gazed down at her, my jizz all over her, so fucking beautiful, marking her, and a rush of possessiveness swept through me. I shifted over, down to the bed to stretch out beside her, a hand between her breasts, and nuzzled the side of her neck with my nose, brushing my lips there too. She cupped my face, and I felt her slow smile.

I lifted my hand to her face, brushing the backs of my fingers over her cheek as I kissed her neck, and she wrapped her hands around my arm. Slowly, she turned her face to mine so our mouths connected.

I never wanted this to end.



* * *





“Oh, here it is,” Jordyn called from the bathroom later that night as we were getting ready for dinner.

I walked over to the open door. She stood in front of the vanity, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pink panties. My dick took note of her perfect bare breasts times two—real life and the reflection in the mirror.

She’d gone topless on the beach today. I hadn’t had to try hard to convince her. I knew she thought it was naughty and dangerous and she wanted so bad to show off those pretty tits to the sun. She wasn’t the only woman on the beach topless, but she was the only one who gave me wood. Luckily my board shorts were loose enough to hide it and a couple of quick dips in the ocean helped too. It had been hard to keep my hands off her though.

She held up her room key.

“Where was it?”

“In my makeup bag.”

“Didn’t you look there?”

“No. Why would I look there? Why would I put my key in my makeup bag?”

“But you did put your key in your makeup bag,” I pointed out reasonably. “Also you said you looked everywhere.”

She pursed her lips, then lifted her chin, turned back to the mirror, and started brushing dark eye shadow all around her eyes, giving her that sultry rock-chick look that made me hot. “Whatever,” she said. “I found it.”

I grinned and moved up behind her to kiss her bare shoulder, then slid my hands around to cup her tits. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”

Her lips twitched. “Even when I lose my room key?”

“Even then. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll look after you.” I sucked briefly on the side of her neck.

Her eyelids lowered and she inhaled. “Don’t…you know we can’t miss this dinner.”

I breathed in that fresh and floral scent, which I now knew the name of thanks to snooping in her toiletry bag. “I know.”

It was our last night in Aruba. I’d arranged a private dinner on the beach.

We’d seen couples dining in the cabanas other nights, and Jordyn had exclaimed about how romantic it was. I knew I had to do it.

Jordyn finished her makeup and slid into another sexy sundress. Oh my fuck. She was killing me. This dress had a long flowy skirt but it had multiple slits so her legs peeked through as she moved. The top was tiny, a crisscross halter style, and her back was completely bare. She slid her feet into flip-flops instead of the high-heeled sandals she wore when we were eating in the resort.

“Ready!”

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