Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
His fingertip brushes over my clit, and I inhale sharply. “Pax, oh god.”
“You know how hard it makes me to finger this wet pussy?”
“Oh…” I cry out, too turned on to be mortified that I’m close to the edge already.
“Jesus,” He says, looking up at me. “This tight little pussy is so damn sweet, baby.”
Even if I wanted to—which I don’t—I couldn’t survive his dirty talk. I’ve never experienced dirty talk before, and it’s clearly my catnip.
“Pax, oh god, don’t stop.”
I’m grinding against his hand now, shamelessly chasing the most incredible release I’ve ever been close to. When it hits me, my cry is more like a scream. He keeps circling my clit, making it last and last, and I’m breathless and boneless when my hips land on the bed.
I take a few seconds to revel in this bliss, and then I kiss him. “That was otherworldly. Now it’s my turn.”
He lies down on his side and pulls off the condom, throwing it aside. “Fuck that thing. And no, baby, tonight is just about me taking care of you.”
“But”
“We’ll get there. For now, come here and let me feel how soft and warm my sexy girlfriend is.”
“Your…?”
“Yep. After what just happened, I’m ruined for all other women. Shit, I already was. Do you want to be my girl, Kylie?”
I’m warm all over, the butterflies in my stomach celebrating. “Yes.”
I snuggle my back against his chest and he puts his arm around me, and as we talk, I can’t stop smiling.
Chapter Seventeen
Pax
I finally got my shot with Kylie, and the sex was disappointing. It was no one’s fault, but even two days later, I still feel like a failure anyway. It was the first time I’ve ever wished I didn’t have such a big dick. At least I have an outlet for my frustration.
“Come on, here I am,” I say to Mike Donnelly, a St. Louis player. “You want some?”
We’re playing on their ice tonight, and I’m salty as shit from not getting Kylie off the way I wanted to the other night. Yeah, what we did was great, but I wanted to watch her come apart on top of me, knowing it was my cock that got her there.
Fortunately, plan B worked out well, but I’m determined that next time we’re together, she’ll come from plans A, B, and C. Hell, D and E, too, if she’s up for it.
“Fuck you,” Morgan mutters as he skates to his bench.
“Fuck me?” I skate toward him. “Hey, I’d leave my helmet down if I had a face like yours, bro.”
He scowls and comes closer. “Did you just call me ugly?”
“Yeah, you fucking genius. You put a paper bag over your head when you’re jerking off?”
He’s heading for me when two of his teammates stop him, each of them taking a shoulder to restrain him. Pike is on his game in goal tonight and we’re up 2–0. It’s extra easy to fuck with opponents when they’re getting shut out.
It’s still not as much fun as usual, though. When my shift ends and I sit on the bench, my teammate Dane gives me an amused look.
“Is there something about winning that pisses you off?” he asks.
“Just keeping them on their toes.”
On my next shift, Maverick scores his third goal of the game and even on visiting ice, fans throw hats onto the rink to mark his hat trick. That ends up being the final score, and on our way back into the locker room at the end of the game, Pike elbows me.
“I heard you took my sister out a few nights ago.”
Shit. He doesn’t sound thrilled.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Heard she came home late and her hair wasn’t in a bun like it was when you picked her up.”
Jesus. Is he having her trailed by a private investigator?
“Uh…did your mom tell you that?”
He narrows his eyes. “Why wasn’t her hair in a bun anymore?”
I look away. “She’s a grown woman, man.”
“I knew it!” He shoves me into a wall as we walk into the locker room. “I knew you’d take advantage of her, you asshole!”
I drop some gear on the bench and give him a warning look. “We can talk if you want, but that’s the only free shot I’m giving you.”
“Free shot?” He drops his goaltending gloves. “Come on, man. Let’s go.”
Coach Bear approaches us, giving Pike a bored look. “No one’s fighting in this locker room, and Pike, you’d get your ass kicked anyway.”
“The fuck I would. He fucked my sister.”
Eli laughs from nearby. “Isn’t that old news? They’ve been dating for like a month now.”
“Fake, my ass,” Pike mutters in a low tone.
I should have told him it was real for me and I was hoping it could be for Kylie, too. I didn’t even think about it, though, because the only person on my mind lately is Kylie.