Hat Trick – Icecats Read Online Toni Aleo

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Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
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Her eyes burn into mine as I slide my hand down her jaw to her neck, clutching it in desperation. She does as I ask, taking in the deepest of breaths, and I thrust into her as I squeeze her neck. She lengthens her neck, her eyes falling shut as she stretches around me, squeezing me and driving me wild. She tilts her hips, and I go deeper, every inch of me inside her. My grip on her tightens as I thrust into her, the thump of my thighs hitting her ass a sound I never want to forget. Music to my ears. Her pussy tightens around me, and she meets my hips with her own as I groan deeply just for her.

“I’m almost there,” she somehow gets out, and I want her there. “Are you… Dart, are you almost there?”

“Fuck, baby, yes, I’m always there when I’m with you.”

Our eyes meet, and the heat is all-consuming. She pushes her hands into my shoulders and rolls us over before she takes me to fill her once more. I hold her hips as she bounces on my cock, her tits jiggling with the motion before I slide my hands up her thighs, and then I sit up. I take her ass with one hand, squeezing her as I wrap my other arm around her waist. “I can’t get enough of you,” I mutter against her neck as she rides my cock, her fingers biting into my shoulders. “Ride me, Tennessee. Harder. Yes, my love. Fuck, you drive me crazy.”

“Touch me please,” she begs, and I do as she asks, unwrapping my hand from around her and pressing my thumb into her clit. “Oh God, yes!”

Her hips move faster as I circle my thumb along her clit, and I feel her tightening around me, driving me insane. “Faster, baby. Fuck yes.”

“Come with me,” she demands as she grinds into my thumb, my cock going deeper with each rock of her hips. “I want every ounce of your come, D’Artagnan. Now. Fucking come in me now!” she screams, and I don’t know how or if this is actually real life, but I come so hard, I feel like I’m not even in my own body. Like she isn’t real, but then I feel her squeezing me like a vise.

Her body trembles against mine as I drag my lips along her jaw, and I gasp for breath. When my lips meet hers, I murmur, “You are unreal.”

“I’m yours.”

I wrap my arms around her as she does the same. Our mouths meet, and the world fades away, leaving just us.

Just our love.

I move Tennessee’s wild hair out of her face as she gazes up into my eyes. Her arms are wrapped around my chest, while one of my hands holds the back of her neck, and I’m cupping her jaw with the other. We spent the night making love and I’m exhausted, but I figure I’ll sleep on the plane. My bags are waiting for me, the suit I wear is tailored to my body, but my heart is right here, staring up at me. When a tear escapes down her cheek, I brush it away with my thumb as I spread my fingers beneath her ear, and my heart pounds in my chest. She lets out a choked laugh as she closes her eyes, the tears wetting her long lashes.

“It’s stupid to cry. I know—”

“Tears aren’t stupid. They’re what happens when emotion takes over,” I whisper, stroking my thumb along her cheek. “I love that you get emotional for me.”

“But it’s not like you’re leaving for six months. It’s only a couple days,” she tries, and I know she’s justifying her tears when she doesn’t need to.

“For me, these couple days will feel like six months,” I tell her, squeezing her to me.

Her lips part as she sighs deeply. “Exactly.”

She rises on her toes, pressing her mouth to mine softly. She draws the kisses from me, slowly and with such tenderness. With each kiss, each swipe of our tongues, we clutch each other tighter as the kiss deepens, and when we part, we’re both gasping for breath. I kiss her nose then the spot between her brows. “I’m going to miss you, Tennessee.”

She swallows thickly. “Does that mean you gotta go?”

“I do,” I say reluctantly, the clock on the stove taunting me. “I’ve heard Owen honk twice now.”

She doesn’t care; she doesn’t want me to go just as badly as I don’t want to go. Which isn’t me. I love all aspects of being a professional hockey player. The different cities, different hotels, different food, but it doesn’t hold the same appeal it used to, when I know my girl won’t be with me. When I know she’ll be alone.

“I’ll miss you more,” she tells me, kissing my lips once more. “But I’ll be fine.”


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