Page 219 of Snap Shot

My personal sex god pulls out, removing the cock ring and tying off the condom. His still-stiff third leg is awe-inspiring. “Tell me again why you can't move back to Ottawa.”

“One—” I roll over and stretch before relaxing into the unused side of the bed. “A tenant lives in my old apartment.”

Landon bends to kiss each of my feet, only stopping to crawl over me.

“Two, it's mid-season. We've got practice and games through March.”

He whines, plucking kiss after kiss from my shoulder and neck.

“And three, you haven't met my parents yet.”

“That's easy. Move in with me.” Tongue licking away the sting of a harsh suck under my jawline, he hums. “We can fuck like this whenever you want.”

“Tempting. And what will I do all day while you're on the road?”

Landon tuts and pouts. “There are plenty of leagues to coach here. And let's go meet your folksnow. I have twenty hours before my flight and I'mgreatwith parents.”

I giggle and pinch my shoulder to my jaw, skin tickled by his grown-out beard in the winter months. “Rahul and Anjali Davé are in India until May.”

My boyfriend resigns with a sigh and child-like obstinate kick of his foot to the bed. “Fine. Have it your way.” He buries his head between my breasts and places my arms around his bare shoulders. “Don'tcome live with me to get babied and have your back blown out on the regular.”

“Landon.”

“I love you,” he mumbles into my sternum, voice lagged with sleep. “No more arguing.”

“Or else?”

“Or else I'll have to stuff that mouth shut with my dick.”

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“You're not nervous?”

Landon side-eyes me from the driver's seat. “No, baby. Relax. Why areyouso nervous?”

“Um, hello?” One hand flies up. “I've never brought a guy home before.”

“It's gonna be fine. They’re gonna love me.” His fingers coast over my thigh and settle on its inner seam.

“My dad's scary-protective. He's as tall as you,” I count on my fingers, “almost as big, has a dark beard,andplays rugby.”

Confidence oozes from his smirking mouth. “I can take him.”

I drape a dramatic arm over my forehead and eyes. “You're white and a professional hockey player. That's two strikes.”

“Andmy parents are divorced.”

My best death glare fires toward his stupid, carefree smile. “You're not helping.”

“Fine. Have it your way.”

The Rover swerves into the right lane before we take the exit to an upcoming service center somewhere by Sharbot Lake. We park at the edge of a lot facing a dense tree line. Landon hits the parking brake and reclines his seat all the way.

“This is no time for a nap!”

He flips his hat backward. “Oh,no oneis resting.” Two fingers meet his licked lips. “You're gonna sit right here until you can't think.”

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