Page 61 of Ice Me Baby

Dean waits a few moments but does as I request. Now pumping three fingers into my wet cunt in slow movements. He almost hits that perfect spot before retreating. Leaving me on the edge of release but not letting me fall over.

Mac brushes his lips across mine before whispering, “Say it. I can see you want to tell him you want something. Say it.”

“Faster,” I whisper.

Mac snickers. “He can’t hear you with your legs wrapped around his head like that. You’ll need to speak louder.”

I slip a hand from Mac’s hair to tangle my fingers in Dean’s hair. With a tug, I demand, “Faster.”

A rumbling laugh vibrates against my clit as he thrusts his fingers, hitting just the right spot. He does it over and over. My fingers grip his hair tightly as my hips grind against his face.

My climax slams into me, blinding me as I scream. Mac covers my mouth with his, devouring my scream of pleasure. He pulls away, allowing me to breathe. I’m panting heavily as Dean’sfingers slow, and he pulls away enough to look up at me with a grin. He slips one hand over my thigh while he puts his fingers that were inside me between his lips.

His glazed eyes close as he sucks on his fingers. A few moments later, his eyes open and look up at me. “Fucking delicious.”

My head thumps against the wall as I try to catch my breath. When my eyes meet Mac’s, I can’t help but smile. They seem darker than his normal almond color. “Doing okay there, big boy?”

He smiles wickedly as he hums and helps me off Dean’s shoulders. Dean stands, then groans. He looks down, and I follow his gaze to avery noticeablebulge in his hockey pants. He presses down on the bulge while adjusting himself. “This is going to be a fucking bitch to play with. I hate playing with a hard-on.”

I arch a brow with a laugh, pulling my underwear and pants up. “Do that often?”

He hums. “Not often, but it’s uncomfortable as fuck when it happens.”

“Need me to help you out?” I offer.

He shakes his head. “Fuck no. Not knowing what you feel like wrapped around my cock is bad enough. If I knew what you felt like, then I’d have a hard-on all game.”

I snort as I look at Mac. I can’t help but look down and notice he’s also sporting an impressive bulge. “How bout you big boy?”

He shakes his head moving away. “I’ll have to decline, Liz. This was for your pleasure. We were taking care of you.”

“I’m offering.”

His smile is devilish. “I have to agree with Dean on this. Playing with a hard-on is bad, but I feel like taking you up on that offer would only make it worse.”

“If you say so.” I stand on my tiptoes and tug on the neck of his shirt to pull him toward me. When I press my lips to his softly, he hums in satisfaction. Pulling away, I offer them a smile. “Good luck tonight.”

Mac’s smile is wide as he nods, then turns to head to the locker room. My eyes meet Dean’s, and he looks a bit confused and unsure what he’s supposed to do. Like he wants to give me a kiss but isn’t sure if he should.

Walking slowly, I make my way over to him. “I’m not really sure what this is.” I gesture between the two of us before pointing at Mac’s retreating back. “But it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

His eyes jerk to mine, widening before looking away. He rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve—I’ve never done the relationship thing before.”

I nod. “This doesn’t have to be a relationship. It can be for fun. No strings attached. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

His gaze briefly flicks to mine before a hint of pink tinges his cheeks. “What if—what if I want it to mean something? What if you mean something—to me?”

I turn to face him, so his eyes meet mine, and caress his cheek. “Then it can mean something,” I reply, with a soft smile on my face. Gathering some courage, I rise to press my lips softly to his. The deep keening sound he makes breaks my heart. It’s as if he’s never had someone care or want anything to mean more than a fling. His fingers flutter over my cheek as he cups it in his palm. He moves his lips against mine, as if he’s savoring the brush of his lips across mine.

The kiss lasts longer than I meant for it to, so I pull away, but he whines, chasing after my lips. Kissing me a bit longer before my lips tilt into a smile. “You need to get ready for the game,” I mumble between his kisses.

“Just a little longer,” he murmurs.

“Dean,” I scold.

He eventually pulls away, looking down at me. I’ve never seen his chocolate eyes melt the way they are right now. “Get a win tonight, and after, you can kiss me all you want.”

Fucking hell, the smile he gives me. A damn puddle is what I am. “Promise?”

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