Page 51 of Body Checked By the Defenseman

“You should learn to lock a door with a house full of guests,” he replies.

We are both clearly drunk and even though, in the back of my mind, I know what we are doing is risky, I’ve thrown caution to the wind.

“I want to be the one to take your clothes off,” he says, locking the door behind him.

I pause and take him in. A gray Henley hugs his wide shoulders and his training pants show off just how big his cock is. I lick my lips and allow him to get to work undressing what is left of my clothes.

He removes the cropped sweatshirt I’m wearing and bites into his lower lip as he takes both my breasts in the palms of his hand. I am wearing a light-pink lace bra.

“Your nipples are hard,” he comments.

“Because I’m horny,” I reply. I don’t know when I became so comfortable with Macklin, but I did and I don’t think it has anything to do with the alcohol in my veins.

He unhooks my bra next, allowing my breasts to fall free. “Fuck, Periwinkle.” He kneads my breasts with his hands. His calloused skin is rough against my soft skin. My nipples are hard as glass, he was right, but I am also dripping wet for him.

“I was jealous downstairs,” he admits. Macklin does not admit things like this because it’s attached to feelings and that is hard for him to share.

“I noticed. But why? We aren’t permanent,” I answer, maybe because I want him to argue differently, or maybe because I have developed real feelings for him past a teenage crush.

He sucks in a breath and dips his head, taking my breast in his mouth. I grip his head as his tongue licks at my nipple and a moan escapes me.

“You taste so good.” His gruff voice makes my insides warm as he moves to the other nipple.

“We definitely couldn’t do this in the library,” I reply, enjoying the feel of his warm tongue against my most sensitive parts.

He slowly removes my panties next, until I am standing in front of him completely naked.

“I want to see you,” he says, taking a step back.

“You’ve seen me quite a lot lately,” I shoot back.

“Not all at once.” He shakes his head. The library hadn’t allowed for that.

“This isn’t fair. I haven’t seen all of you either.”

I may have had his cock in my mouth numerous times, but I wanted to see him shirtless. I realized I hadn’t seen him shirtless since we were younger and swimming at a community pool, and that didn’t count because the body he has now is downright sinful.

I take a step toward him and get rid of the gray Henley. His skin is golden, his arms strong, and his shoulders wide, but it’sthe tattoo of a flower over his left pec that grabs my attention. I reach up to touch the light blue flower.

“What is this?” I ask, but it feels like I know the answer and that is confusing because it looks like an iris in periwinkle blue.

“I’ve had it a long time. It doesn’t mean anything, I was drunk when I got it,” he replies with a nonchalance that makes me feel disappointed.

I swallow hard. I don’t know why I feel hurt by his answer. Maybe it’s the alcohol in my system. I push any thoughts away as he moves a stray hair off my face.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and he dips his head and claims my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck, and we deepen the kiss. Before I know it, he is lifting me on the counter and standing between my thighs, his cock rock-hard between my legs.

I moan. He groans.

“This is dangerous, Periwinkle.” We are both ravenous and a little unhinged for each other.

“Stop overthinking this, Mack,” I reply because I feel his self-control snapping. Until now he’s tried to treat me with kid gloves on. We are hot for each other and our make-out sessions show it, but tonight is different. It feels like nothing is holding us back. I reach for his pants and push them over his butt, along with his boxers. When his cock springs free, I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke him.

He kicks off his pants and he lifts me off the counter. I squeal.

“Hush, it may be a full house, but the guys use the upstairs bathroom,” he reminds.

I remember from the first party they had thrown when Charlie and I first moved in. He lifts me into the shower and the hot water feels glorious against my skin. Macklin pins me to the wall and kisses me with his hand on my neck, holding me in my spot. Our tongues run wild lashing out at each otherand devouring. When he presses his wet hot body against mine, the fire inside me erupts. I feel him everywhere and want him inside me. His willpower is hanging on a string and mine is nonexistent.

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