Page 125 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Carter.” Willa breaks away and smooths her hands up my chest and down my arms in a continuous circle.

“Yeah, babe?” I pull her sweatshirt over her head and then her T-shirt that was under it. Letting out a groan when I gaze down at the soft blue lace bra under it.

“I was thinking about what you said.”

She lets out a soft moan when I kiss down her neck, from her jaw to her shoulder.

“About blowing you.”

I groan at the thought as I keep kissing every inch of her soft skin.

“It’s just that—”

I pause to check on her. She gnaws at her lip and can barely look me in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do that,” I tell her. I have no idea what she could be nervous about, but I never want her to feel that with me.

“I want to, but,” her fingers lightly move over my skin, tracing the tattoos on my shoulders and chest, “don’t get mad–”

“I’m not mad.” I lean to the side, picking her leg up over my hip and rubbing down her thigh to soothe away any bad thoughts she’s having.

“It’s just, it was hard with Vic.”

I tighten my lips together to stop myself from showing any kind of anger, but the mere mention of his name makes my blood heat to create boiling bubbles on my skin. There’s a reason I’ve stayed away from the Kappas and anyone associated with him.

“I would try to learn different techniques, and he would… never mind, it's dumb.” She keeps tracing the lines on my chest, paying extra attention to the bird drawn on it.

“It’s not dumb.” I smooth circles over her hip.

“It is, because I shouldn’t still be caring about anything he thought. You gave that to me.” Her eyes snap to my face, looking at me for the first time since she started talking. “You gave me that closure I needed and showed me everything he said was wrong. It was just all wrong.” She shakes her head and rolls her lip between her teeth. “I’m ruining this, but I still get this tiny thought that what if he was right about one thing?”

“I don’t want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with, but I can tell you whatever he said was bullshit.”

Everything she tells me about her ex gets me more enraged. I can’t change all the things he’s said to her, but I'd do anything to erase it all if I could. I’d do anything to get her to believe in herself. To truly have that confidence she has when it comes to hockey applied to everything she does. It’s going to be a long battle. Vic had poisoned her mind for three years. That doesn’t go away overnight.

“I want to do it.” Those blue eyes pierce into me with that determination I love. “But I want you to tell me if I do anything wrong. That is, if you want me to.”

“Willa, I’m not going to say no to your tonsils playing hockey with my cock.” She laughs and rolls her eyes at me. “You can’t do anything wrong. I’ve been very vocal about what I like, but it’s because of the way I feel with you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and nothing has ever been this good. It’s because it’s with you.”

She nods and rolls herself on top of me.

“I’m ready.” She presses her lips against mine and wastes no time in getting my pants off.

“We have all day, Willa.” I hold her face and keep kissing her, wanting to savor every minute of this day that we have.

Willa nods and presses against my chest to move herself down, sliding her pussy from my waist to my thighs.

“You’ve given me so much. I want to give this to you.” She sucks and pulls at my neck, making her way down to my chest.

“Whatever you want.” I moan and get comfortable in her bed. Letting my hands roam over her back and arms anywhere I can reach.

Her tongue swirls around my nipple before she gives it a sharp nip.

“Oh, fuck. So good.” I encourage her to keep going, instilling that confidence she needs.

She lifts away and slides her pants off, eyeing my cock that’s peeking out of the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“Come here.” I pull her over me and cradle her face with my fingers laced in her soft, short hair. Needing to feel her against me, I hold her lips to mine and glide our tongues together.

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