Page 70 of Playmaker

“Meh. Humility is overrated.”

“Uh-huh.” I smoothed her hair. “Well, you’ve got every right to be smug and cocky, because your mouth is amazing.”

She actually blushed, and it was ridiculously cute.

I wrapped my arms around her again, and this time I rolled her onto her back. Now that I was on top, I settled my hips between her parted thighs and kissed her, long and deep.

When I started down her neck, she whimpered, arching under me.

“Your mouth isawesome,” I murmured against her skin. “But now it’s my turn.”

And I didn’t stop until she came so hard she almost cried.

If landing naked in bed with Sabrina had been surreal, lying her beside her like this—still naked and now fully satisfied—was mind-blowing.

Faith was going to be insufferable once she found out. I could almost hear her chanting, “I told you so! I told you so!”

Eh. Worth it. Yeah, my roommate had been right, but I’d wound up having sex with Sabrina, so I couldn’t complain.

I ran my fingertips down Sabrina’s arm. “Are you going to be able to skate tomorrow?”

She laughed, sounding a little drunk as she curled next to me and slid a hand over my stomach. “I’ll be fine. Long as I’m not this dizzy tomorrow.”

I chuckled and stroked her hair. “Can’t make any promises.”

Her amusement was a soft, warm huff against my neck. “Eh. Worth it.”

I just smiled, and we lay there in blissed-out silence for a while. After five orgasms between us—two for me, three for her—it was almost hilarious how worried she’d been about being goodin bed. Her mouth, her fingers, how responsive she was—I had no complaints. And I was sure she’d have wrung a third orgasm out of me if that second one hadn’t been so intense, it left me too sensitive to touch. Maybe later? In the morning? Something told me this wouldn’t be our only opportunity to send each other to space.

Then she’d just gain even more experience. And probably kill me in the process, but—eh, what a way to go.

“So you really haven’t been with a lot of women?” I asked after a while.

“No.” She shifted, lifting her head off my shoulder and propping herself up in her elbow. A few unruly strands of dark hair tumbled alongside her face as she met my gaze. “I hooked up with girls now and then when I was younger. Especially in major juniors, since I was far from home. But I didn’t date a woman until after my divorce.”

“Huh. So… you said you’re not bi, right?”

She nodded. She studied me, brow pinched, but before I could ask my question, she beat me to it: “How did I end up married to a man?”

Face warm, I nodded. “I’m just curious. You don’t have to answer.”

“It’s okay.” She absently ran the backs of her fingers along my arm. “Like I said before, I spent years time telling people I wasn’t a lesbian. So many people thought I was because I played hockey. Which is stupid—there’s plenty of straight girls in hockey, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” I groaned melodramatically. “The number of times I’ve had a crush on someone, and she turned out to be straight…”

Sabrina laughed. “Right? So I think I spent so much of my life saying, ‘I’m not a lesbian,’ that I never really gave myself a chance to consider if I was. And like, as a teenager,I experimented a little. But every time I fooled around with a girl, I’d go right back to boys because I was so afraid of being a lesbian.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “I think if I’d understood bisexuality, I’d have been a bit more open-minded about it. I’m not bi, but if I’d known that was an option, maybe I wouldn’t have been so resistant to exploring things with women.” She paused. “It… probably makes more sense in my head.”

“No, it makes sense. So you dated men even though you weren’t into them?”

“IthoughtI was into them. I thought some guys were good-looking, and the sex was all right. Sort of.”

“Sort of?”

“Well…” She blushed again. “Ty really hated when I did anything for myself. Like if I played with my nipples while he went down on me, or touched myself while he was…” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “At least he was good at what he did, because he sure hated me doing anything to help.”

“What?” I scoffed. “Why would he be upset about that? It’s hot as hell!”

“It is! But he was—I don’t know. I had a boyfriend before him who was the same way. Like it made him all insecure or something.”

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