Page 62 of The Love You Win

The sound of my name on her lips as she moans and mewls like a kitten has me harder than I’ve ever been. I’ve never been so turned on, and she’s not even touching my dick.

“Do you need to come again, beautiful? Is your clit aching for my attention?” I nip lightly at the juncture of her neck. The only answer she can muster is a gasp.

“Oh, god.” She arches into me, and I seize my opportunity. The bullet buzzes in my fingers as I press it gently against Isla’s sensitive clit. She squeals, her arms shaking as she holds herself up. “It’s too much, Maddox. It’s too much.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, pulling the bullet away from her sensitive flesh. “The goal is to bring you pleasure. If this doesn’t feel good, I want you to tell me.”

“No.” Her arms collapse and she rests the side of her face on the mattress, her sweet little ass still in the air. “Please don’t stop. It’s just… I’ve never…”

She’s never been someone’s focus like this. She doesn’t know what her body is capable of. She doesn’t know what to ask for or what to expect. Tonight I will happily play both teacher and student. I’ll teach her that her pleasure is important and that a real man enjoys giving as much as receiving. And I’m planning to learn every single tick and tell, every pleasure point in Isla’s body.

Her legs tremble when I hold the bullet against her clit again. I let my body press into hers, lowering her to the mattress so she’s lying prone, her legs spread. My dick is aching, it’s so hard. It would be so easy to free myself and slide into her warmth. Something to look forward to.

Within another few minutes, Isla is whimpering and gasping as another orgasm rips through her body. She practically convulses beneath me. Her hoarse cries nearly have me coming in my pants like a teenage boy. I toss the bullet aside, working her through her third orgasm with my fingers and the palm of my hand. And once she’s spent, I tug her naked body into mine.

“Wow,” she murmurs. “I’ve never come that hard.” Her words are slurred and quiet. She’s exhausted. Maybe getting to five orgasms is a little ambitious for our first night. But we’ll get there. We have all the time in the world. Or we will if I have anything to say about it. For now, I’ll take care of her. Make sure she knows she’s safe with me.

“I’ll be right back,” I whisper against the shell of her ear. “You stay here and recover.”

Blue eyes find mine when Isla rolls onto her back. “Where are you going?”

“You need water.” I gently push her dampened hair from her face. She’s so beautiful and real like this. I can’t help smiling like an idiot. “And I’m going to get you cleaned up. Do you have washcloths?”

“In the cabinet below the sink,” she tells me, pointing to her en-suite bathroom. Then her face softens with a sated smile. “I’m not sure I can walk yet.”

Chuckling, I push up from the bed. “If you can, I’ve failed.” And with a wink, I head to her kitchen to get her a glass of water. I’ll get her cleaned up, then order Chinese food for delivery. I’m hungry after all our fun, so I can only imagine how ravenous Isla must be. The idea of taking care of her, of fucking and feeding her, of gently washing her sore body expands my chest.

I don’t know how her dickhead ex treated her, but I’m determined to treat Isla Harding the way she deserves to be treated. Like a queen. And maybe, if she’s not too exhausted after I fill her belly with lo mein and egg rolls, I’ll convince her to take her throne so I can enjoy dessert.

twenty-eight

MADDOX

“You look happy.” Sebastian gives me a knowing look when I saunter into the locker room a few minutes before practice. We’re gearing up to get on the ice today, and after just over a month of dryland training where we focused on weights and conditioning, I’m looking forward to lacing up. We all are. “I assume your date went well this weekend?”

I chuckle. Navarro’s the only one who didn’t spend yesterday harassing me. Wright and Byrne both texted me first thing in the morning and didn’t shut up until I told them I’d fill them all in at practice. Not that they’re getting all the details. I’d never betray Isla’s trust and tell them about the things we got up to in her bed. “Yeah, man. It was pretty amazing.”

“What was amazing?” Griffin rubs his bleary eyes. He looks like he just dragged himself out of bed. His golden hair is a tousled mess, and his shirt is on inside out. Byrne trails behind him, looking significantly more chipper.

“My date with Isla.” I strip out of my street clothes and start putting on my gear.

“Dude, I’ve been waiting to hear all about it,” Griffin says. He winces when Logan tosses his duffel bag on the bench in front of his locker with a loud thud. Of course, Byrne notices.

“Hungover? I told you to slow down last night.”

“Whatever,” Wright grumbles. He sets his own bag down more gingerly. “I was just trying to enjoy myself before the season starts.”

Navarro chuckles. “Enjoying yourself this morning, bud?”

Griffin flips Bash off, wincing again when we all laugh. “You guys suck.”

Byrne and Wright invited us all out last night, but Navarro had other plans and I stayed in to work on my ideas for the assembly at Isla’s school. I may have also spent a good part of the night flirting with her over text. Not that the guys needed to know that.

“Seriously though,” Navarro’s voice is muffled as he pulls on his gear. He wears more of it than the rest of us as the goalie. “Was the hot air balloon ride a success?”

Unable to stop myself, I pull out my phone and open up the photos we took so I can show them like some lovesick fool. I’m starting to feel like some lovesick fool. I mean, I don’t love Isla yet. That would be crazy. But I am kind of crazy about her.

My boys fawn over the photos, making little aww sounds. If someone were watching our interaction, they’d probably think the guys were giving me shit, but they’re actually happy for me. They like Isla. And more importantly, they can tell I like her. Even though none of them have said anything about it yet, I know they’re glad she’s nothing like the other women I’ve dated since joining the team. They were there when Candace gave that bullshit interview. They saw what it did to me. And the thing about being on a hockey team is that the guys become family. You can’t spend the better part of a year traveling with a group of guys and not grow close like that.

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