“Look at me, baby doll. The way I’m looking at you.”
Her eyes open again, and she smiles up at me. All her nerves are finally gone.
“I love this,” I promise. I capture one of her silky legs under my arm and pick up the pace. “You feel like heaven, and you look like an angel all splayed out on my bed. You like my cock, don’t you.”
It isn’t a question, but I get an answer anyway. “Yes,” she gasps as her back arches toward me again. Her fingers reach out to grip the comforter as I pick up the pace.
“Come on my cock,” I urge her. “Want to feel you.”
Her hands lift to my chest, and the slip of her fingertips over my heated flesh feels amazing. “I can’t come during sex,” she whispers. “But I still love it.”
Seriously? I slow it down a notch and admire her gorgeous body beneath me. “How do you want to come, then? You want my mouth again?”
“Don’t need to,” she says on a sigh. “It’s all good.”
No way. I mean—some women aren’t able to get there. It’s just that I don’t think Hottie is one of them. “Okay,” I say, because I don’t want to pressure her. Then I pull out. “Coach wants you to roll over.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, but her hesitation only lasts a fraction of a second. And when she turns, I groan at the sight of that killer tattoo all over her back. “You hot thing.” I lean down and taste the smooth skin of her shoulder. Then I lift her hips and slide inside again. My mouth is right at her ear now. “You make me crazy,” I murmur.
She lets out a happy sigh.
I slip a hand beneath her, right between her legs. “You taste so good right here,” I say as she grounds down on my hand. I give her a nice, dragging pace until her breath hitches. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me.”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Ride my hand, honey. I need to come.”
She fucks herself backward onto my cock and I have to grit my teeth as my balls tighten.
“Oh,” she pants, and the note of desperation in her voice is beautiful.
I recite the first verse of the Canadian national anthem in my head to distract myself.
“Maaaaatt,” she chokes out. And then I feel it—the first sweet pulse of victory. She moans and I curse as my control falls to pieces. I give it to her fast now, my body shaking with eagerness. I wrap my arms around her silky body and shudder as I pour myself out in several energetic bursts.
My mind goes absolutely quiet then. We lay there, recovering our breath. I roll Hottie over and cuddle her, my eyes falling closed. I’m supposed to be napping, anyway. “I thought you said you never come during sex,” I slur sleepily.
“Seriously?” Her voice is teasing, and she kisses my shoulder. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who has to fish for compliments after sex.”
I open my eyes and smile at her, because she totally called me on my bullshit right there. But then the smiles slide off both our faces, and we’re left looking deeply into each other’s eyes. A different kind of warmth spreads inside my chest. “Everyone needs a compliment now and then,” I point out quietly.
She tucks her cheek against my shoulder and sighs. “Well, I’m pretty sure I just paid you a big one. Talking about sex isn’t my strong suit. But everything about today has been amazing.”
I stroke her hair, and she leans into my hand. I’d only had sex in mind when I sought her out today. But the peacefulness of this moment is just as rare, and it’s just as sweet. I’m getting something I didn’t even know I needed.
“Question,” Hailey whispers after a while.
“Mmh?”
“Do you always hum ‘O Canada’ while you have sex?”
I let out a very unsexy snort, and she giggles. “No. That was special. Only for you.”
“I’m honored.”
“Tonight when I’m singing it again from center ice, I’ll think of you.”
“Wait!” Hottie sits up suddenly. “It’s game night? Holy crap. I forgot. Get up! You have to beat Dallas! I think you guys can win this one, especially if Coach Hal doesn’t monkey with the defensive pairings.”
I grin into the pillow. “It’s nap time, Hottie. Simmer down.”
“No. Now I’m all distracted,” she says, poking me in the ribs. “Who’s starting?”
I grab her, roll, and pull her onto my chest. “I don’t know. You want to come to the game?”
“Am I breathing?”
We cuddle for another minute until my sex-fogged brain realizes there’s a problem with the invitation I just extended. “Actually...I gave my seats away to a charity. The dog rescue program.”
“Dogs? Where’s Rufus, anyway?” Hailey lifts her head off my chest. “Is he hiding somewhere from all the sex noises?”
“I took him to the doggy ranch before I went to find you.”
“Oh. How did you find me?”
“Jenny. She was more than happy to send me to the coffee shop in search of you.” I run my hand through her soft hair. I’ll have to thank Jenny. I owe her one. “Anyway, I give most of my tickets to charity. They auction off the seats for big money.”
“I’ll bet,” Hailey says enviously. “Those seats are virtually priceless. It’s okay. I’ll watch you on TV.”
“You can still come,” I clarify. “But you’ll have to watch from the WAGs box.”
“Where?”
I chuckle, wondering if this is a terrible idea. But Hottie is the greatest, and I want to do something nice for her. “There’s a private box for wives and girlfriends. I can ask the box office to put a pass together for you. But you’ll have to come alone. Shall I do that?”
She’s quiet for a second. “I’m always up for watching the game, Snipes. I don’t care where. But of course I’d love to see it live. That just goes without saying.”
I give her a squeeze. It’s been a long time since I held anyone, and I’m enjoying it immensely. “I’ll get you that pass. Game starts at eight. I need to catch an hour of sleep, though. Lie down.”
She sighs. “I can’t. If I’m going to the game tonight, I have to finish up everything else first.”
“Your loss,” I say, trailing my fingers across her lower back. “I’m a good napping partner.”
She leans down and kisses my shoulder. “I’ll bet.”
I get one more kiss and then let her go. Catch-and-release style. “You okay?”
“Peachy.”
“Not nervous?” I ask, just because I’m feeling cocky.
“Stop,” she says, grinning over her shoulder at me. “Unless you need your ego stroked along with your…”
I laugh again. “Good workout today, recruit. Keep up the good work. Practice makes perfect.”
She gives me an eye roll and then scoops her panties off the floor. I watch her get dressed with hungry eyes. “I didn’t plan this well. Would rather have gotten you into my bed when you didn’t have to get out of it right away.”
“You are very sweet.” She seems to be making a hasty getaway, though.
“Sure wish you could come back over tonight. But I won’t get home until midnight, and we’re leaving for the airport at five tomorrow morning.”
“Ouch.” Hottie buttons her blouse. “Beat Dallas, okay?”
This girl kills me. “I’ll do my very best,” I vow.
Fourteen
Property Of Matthew Eriksson
Hailey