Page 77 of Pucking Revenge

It’s obscene, really. We’re on the pool deck of a swanky hotel in Denver. Moments ago, my ex stood beside us and stared us down. Anyone could walk out and see me spread wide while Brooks eats me. Including his fans and people we work with.

And I couldn’t give a fuck. I’ve never been so turned on. Never been so needy for an orgasm. For another person.

He swipes his hot tongue against me, and I fucking purr. Never in my life have I purred. Until this moment, I didn’t know I had the ability.

“Oh my God, that feels…” I’m so delirious I can’t even finish my sentence. Warmth spreads through my body despite the cold air. My legs tremble, and a tingle makes its way up my spine. “I—shit—” I babble, making absolutely no sense.

“I love kissing you.”

I tip my head down, finding his hooded eyes on me.

He presses another kiss against my clit, so tender and sweet, but in an instant, he’s sucking and flicking it with so much intensity a cry rips from my throat.

“Everywhere, Sar. I love kissing you everywhere.” Determined to prove his point, he slides his tongue between my ass cheeks.

Whimpers are all I can manage as I squirm at his touch.

With his fingers splayed over my clit, he rolls figure eights that have me practically bucking off the edge of the tub. He simply holds me down with one heavy hand pressed to my belly until I’m crying out and coming apart for what feels like an eternity. Above me, the stars blend together until all I see is white light.

When I’ve come down, I’m nothing but limp arms and legs and heaving breaths. Brooks straightens my bathing suit bottoms, then he pulls me back into the hot tub and holds me so my back is flush against his chest, his arms locked tight around my torso.

I tip my head back and look up at him. He’s wearing the old Brooks smile. It’s easy and a bit cocky. “Proud of yourself?”

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my forehead. “Satisfied.”

I try to spin around, but he splays a hand over my stomach, just like he did when he ate me out, holding me in place.

“You’d be more satisfied if you let me suck your cock,” I argue.

He groans. “Another night. Right now I want to sit in the hot tub with my best friend and hear all about how the last few days have gone.”

“You missed me, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, Sar. I fucking missed you. Now tell me about your day.”

THE HOCKEY REPORT

“Good Morning, Boston. Eliza here, with my co-host, Colton, and we’ve got today’s Hockey Report.”

“Hello, Boston. Eliza, I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling like a kid at Christmas. Last night’s game was incredible. The Bolts have been unstoppable. The season was off to a shaky start, but if the last four games are anything to go by, they’re going to be playing for the Cup again.”

“I think you’re right, Colton. Though New York is looking just as strong. As is LA. But we’ve got the Langfield brothers. If I were Seb Lukov, I’d be feeling pretty good with those two on my team.”

“Did you see that trick shot Tyler Warren sent to Daniel Hall? The Langfield brothers may be well known, but they’re not the only stars. With the way Hall slapped it into the top corner of the net, there was no way Danner could have stopped that puck. I don’t know about you, but I couldn’t even find the puck. Not until the play was over and it was time for faceoff at center ice.”

Eliza sighs. “It’s a great time to be a Boston fan. That’s for sure.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

BROOKS

Beckett: I’m still trying to find the puck, Gav. ESPN is showing the play over and over again. One hell of a win. Congrats boys.

Aiden: Shot was sick.

Gavin: I’ve watched it six times. I can’t find it.

Me: Flew past his left shoulder. He was too low when Hall slapped.

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