Page 151 of Ice Dance Hockey

I don’t stop him from removing my jeans. I’m still wearing his jersey; I’m also wearing his favorite pair of red lace panties. His fingers trace over them. He tilts my head to the side and presses a gentle kiss to my neck, sending a shiver straight to my cock. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” I close my eyes so that I can feel every scratch of his chapped lips against the sensitive skin just behind my ear.

Hot breath tickles my ear. “I shouldn’t have flirted with Tabby, but I had to get you in.”

I take the time to glare properly at him. “Apologies don’t have ‘buts’ in them. Don’t do it again.”

“But what if?—”

“If you do it again, I’m fucking doing it. I already owe you one.” I guess I can’t expect Rhett not to do the things he’s driven to do on my behalf, or he wouldn’t be him, and I want him to be him. I can make sure that he’s very choosy of when he does shit like that.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

He growls as he grazes over the vulnerable dip of my throat, sucking gently. “I guess you’re all right with murder.”

“What else?”

“Youhadto be there, Lo. I’m sorry you had to be there with a one-night stand and a bunch of other catty brats, but I’m not sorry for orchestrating it. Tonight went well. Father sent a positive text. What we’re doing is working.”

Okay.Okay, that’s good. Still can’t believe it about the Maxwell and Eddie thing, but what are the chances I grew on him for listening to him that night he was drowning himself in scotch?

“Enough talking. Fuck me, baby.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“Fuck me good, and I’ll consider it.”

“No problem.”

We don’t bother taking our time. Clothes are shed quickly. I don’t need a lot of prep these days. Even with him gone, there’s a lot of phone and video sex with toys, but this is so much better.

Rhett presses worship-filled kisses down my chest and along my torso, stopping to swirl his tongue around a nipple and suck hard enough that I cry out. I thread my fingers through his dampened locks. I can’t believe there was a time I didn’t like hockey hair. I only want this hair so that I can grab fistfuls while we fuck.

The end of his cock is at my entrance, and he works it in slowly, letting me enjoy the burn before he gets a rhythm going. “There you go. Take it, darling. You look good on my cock.”

I help him, opening wide, pulling my flexible legs into my chest so he can sink as far into me as possible. Turns out, I’m good at taking his large cock. I remember the feeling I felt earlier when I said to myself that we’d be going home. It’s thrumming through me now.

“Welcome home, baby,” I say as his cock slides where it’s supposed to be.

That sets off the building energy within him. Rhett’s thrusts deepen with an innate need to claim what’s his. He uses me harder, hitting the exact spot that drives me wild. My only problem is that I want him closer to me. As if he can read my mind, he extends one of my legs and pushes it back obscenely.

He fills me full, and I moan.

Our sweaty skin slides and our mouths connect. There are slow kisses and frantic ones. “Oh, my fucking God, fuck.”

Rhett slips me over, managing to keep me on his cock, sinking his fingers deep into my hip creases and hammering into my ass that’s way up in the air for him. We turn into animals as I claw the sheets for purchase and he doesn’t let up, not even for a second.

“Stroke yourself.”

His mouth moves to my neck, sucking marks up the right side, as I pump my cock while being fucked within an inch of my life.

“Just … yeah. Right, right, there.”

My fists clench the sheets just in time for me to come all over them. I sink backward, chasing Rhett’s dick, squeezing it until he fills my ass with cum.

He settles on top of me, ready to be the little spoon. Our legs tangle together, we’re bathed in fucking cum, but I might die if I let him go for a second.

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