“Yes.” The single syllable is muddled and messy, thick with frustration, desire.
My mouth slides over the swell of her tits, loving on each rosy nipple before continuing my path down, watching as her stomach flexes.
I pause, peering at the ring that peeks up at me from her belly button. It’s new, silver, with a tiny turquoise gem up top, a bigger one down below. I don’t know how I didn’t notice this earlier, but my best guess would be I was too preoccupied to notice much of anything other than the way her eyes were fixed on mine while she had a mouthful of my cock.
“You got a new belly button ring. I like it.”
Jennie grins, lashes fluttering. “I thought you would. It’s the same color as your eyes.”
I groan, covering her body with the weight of mine before I sear her with a kiss. “You’re the fucking best.”
I reach over, slapping at the bedside table until I find the knob on the drawer. Inside, I pull out the first thing I find. It’s small and black and mighty as fuck. We haven’t used it together, but I’ve jerked it to her using it on FaceTime. If she amps it all the way up to ten, she can come in two minutes.
I drop it beside her and start my path back down her body, tugging that belly ring between my teeth, sucking on her hip bone, nibbling the inside of her thigh until she’s whimpering, begging, barely breathing.
“Garrett,” she cries when I lick a leisurely stroke up her swollen, glistening slit. She struggles against the bed rail, feet pressing into the mattress as she lifts, pushing herself closer. When I suck her clit into my mouth, her head falls back with a sharp gasp.
“I fucking love this pussy.” Hooking my arms around her thighs, I yank her closer. “Tastes like fucking bliss.”
She’s already close, shaking, toes curling, and when I plunge two fingers inside her, she cries out. I’m obsessed with her, the way she’s addicted to watching me get her off, like the sight itself is enough to take her there. Just looking at her as she slowly unravels is enough to take me there. As I pump my fingers, tongue flicking over her bud, I revel in the way she feels when she comes, clamping around me and calling my name.
Without missing a beat, I grab the tiny toy, power it to 50 percent, and suction it over her clit, fingers still thrusting.
“Holy shhh—” Her words dissolve, a jagged inhale piercing the air when I kick the power straight up to ten. “Oh my God. Oh my God, yes. Holy fucking—” Her head rolls, as do her eyes, fixed on the ceiling as her fingers curl around the bed rail. “F-f-f-fuuuck. I-I…” Her head lolls forward, wide eyes landing on me as she pants. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”
“Come.” I curl my fingers, and a fiery red heat crawls up her neck, painting her cheeks when I hit that spot she loves. Her hips buck as she comes a second time, leaving my hand drenched.
I unhook her from the rail, sling her bound wrists around my neck, position her over my lap, and promptly drop her on my rock-hard cock before I combust.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss as she buries her scream in my shoulder.
I grip her waist, lifting her off me before I drop her again and again, burying myself to the hilt, my fingernails biting into her skin as she rakes hers up my back. She yanks at the hair at the nape of my neck as she arches away from me, perfect tits bouncing in my face, and I lean forward, sucking her into my mouth.
I want to be deeper, until she can feel me again in her fucking throat. I want to memorize the way she feels around me, like we were always made to fit together, the final two pieces of a puzzle.
Pulling her off me, I tug the ribbon free. She wastes no time cupping my face in her hands, slamming her mouth to mine. When she pulls away, I flip her onto her hands and knees, swiftly painting her heart-shaped ass with my handprint.
“Mine,” I tell her, pressing my lips to the bright red mark.
She wanted caveman; caveman is exactly what she’s getting.
She fists the sheets as I sink back inside her. “Yours.”
“Fuck, Jennie.” I grip her hips and piston forward. “Sometimes I just wanna fucking…destroy you. Fuck you until you feel weightless, like you’re floating and you can’t feel anything else. Fuck you so hard you can feel me even when I’m gone.” I haul her up to me, back pressed to my chest as I hold onto her throat. “You’re perfection, flawless, and all I wanna do is mark you with reminders that you’re mine and I’m yours, that we belong to each other.”
Jennie squeezes around me, breath husky and fractured as she reaches back, her hand on the side of my neck as we ride together.
Releasing her throat, I drag her hand between her legs. Pressing her fingers to her clit, I move our hands together in a circle, making her rub herself as my orgasm starts barreling down my spine. My balls tighten, and when Jennie whimpers my name once, then twice, I clutch her hips and thrust forward as hard as I can, over and over, until we tumble over the edge of the cliff together, free-falling into the sky.
Breathless, I collapse onto my back, draping Jennie overtop of me, limp and lifeless, gasping for air. I clap a hand to her ass and kiss her lips.
“I love you,” we say at the same time, followed by a laugh.
“Christ, I’m tired.” I drag a hand through my damp hair. “You’re wild.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you, sunshine. You got me all riled up on purpose.”
“Starbucks didn’t have my ginger molasses cookie. They offered me raisins and quinoa, Garrett.”
My stomach grumbles, reminding me I skipped out on dinner so I could pick up Jennie early. “Chinese food,” I murmur as seductively as I can manage, lips skimming her jaw.
Jennie laughs. “Let me clean myself up and get a menu.”
I follow her to the bathroom, where we decide a quick shower would be best, and I spend 99 percent of it kissing her under the steady stream. While she retrieves the menu from the kitchen, I wipe down the toy and tuck it back in its home.
A shiny gem catches my eye, and I pull out the small, pink glass plug it’s attached to. When Jennie strolls back into the bedroom, I give her a questioning look, brows raised. She likes adventure, and I like to be adventurous with her.
“Absolutely not, Garrett.”
I cock my head, pouting.
She rolls her eyes and sighs. “Fine, maybe one day.”
“It’s a fucking maybe, ladies and gentlemen!” I slam the drawer, dive-bomb the bed, hugging her to me as she giggles, and I snuggle in as we read the menu together.
We eat in bed when the food gets here, and then we have one round of soft and sweet before she wraps herself around me like a koala, settling in for the night.
Without my permission, my mind wanders to Carter. Beyond being my captain, he’s one of my best friends. He took me in the moment I stepped off that plane all those years ago, when I had nobody. He invited me into his home, his life beyond hockey, and he did it without a second thought.
It was fun at first, the secrecy, the sneaking around, when the plan was always for this to be temporary. But now, as I stare down at her face, noting the way every tiny line has faded with the peace sleep brings her, I know Jennie’s someone I’m not willing to live without.
The longer we hide this from Carter, the worse the outcome will be. The lies are getting harder to swallow, making my stomach churn and ache as my feelings for Jennie only grow impossibly deeper.
Beyond that, I’m tired of not being able to talk about her like she isn’t the very best and brightest thing in my world. I’m tired of the short-lived moments, the lingering glances across crowded rooms, the forced distance and detachment.