Page 15 of Puck My Heart

CHAPTER SEVEN

HUX

I could barely keep my hands and mouth off Anya long enough to get dressed, fix the fire and feed her, but we managed. Somehow. Just watching her eat was a torment. I needed my hands on her. Unable to bear another moment of empty, trembling palms, I pulled her into my chest and licked the back of her neck while she giggled and swatted at me.

“Stop that. What are your teammates going to say?”

“Who cares.”

“What’s my brother going to say?”

I shrugged. “Something, something, sister… best friend.” An alarm should have been going off in the back of my mind, but I was too love drunk to care.

She snorted, picking up the fresh coffee thermos I made for her and cuddled the metal container. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object? If that was the case, we were going to have words. “Yeah, right. You and Sol are like this.” She crossed her fingers and waved them in my face. “Right up until it comes to work, or family. Then it’s all….” she blew her hands apart.

“Right.” I rubbed the back of my neck, but the slice of worry that should have been there on that front still wasn’t. “I’ll figure it out.”

“He’s going to punch you.”

“Probably. He’s my best friend. We’ll be fine.”

Or he’d take it out on me on the ice. Or resign from the team in protest, but I didn’t think so. Solace was the best damn goalie the Chimeras had ever had, and I’d watched tapes going back nearly two decades of the team’s history to fact check.

I tipped Anya’s head back and kissed her softly, sliding my tongue along hers when she let me in.

“Hux,” she murmured when I caged her against the kitchen bench. “We just spent the last six hours fucking.”

“And?” I licked the corner of her mouth when she sighed and cupped the weight of her breast in my hand, tweaking the nipple that tautened beneath my touch. I toyed with the tight bud until she writhed a little, then reached down to cup between her legs. “Let me take you up for a shower. I want to clean you up.”

“I like being dirty.” Mischief gleamed in her eyes as she stared up at me definitely.

I smiled and leaned in, letting our lips brush as I spoke. “And I want to lick your pussy until your cream fills my mouth.”

Her eyes flared wide. “But— we really have been fucking for hours. And you’d be?—”

I gripped her nape, tipping her head back until she had no choice but to look up at me. “I don’t care. That pussy is mine, and I want to taste you. Shower. The one between our bedrooms. Rightnow, Annie.” I stepped back to give her room.

She took a hesitant step sideways, and when I raised an eyebrow she darted toward the stairs while I followed her at a slower pace, giving her time to strip and get the water running.

By the time I entered my old bedroom that she’d claimed at some point in the past, steam drifted out of the open adjoiningbathroom door. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her strip out of the gray sweats and jersey she pulled back on. The evidence of our earlier sessions glazed her thighs. I studied her, my chest tight with an emotion I could barely identify. For too long I watched my team drift off and find their perfect partners, wondering when I’d find mine.

Answer: she’d been here waiting for me all along.

And I nearly fucking well lost her to some asshole I never met who wouldn’t have worshipped her the way she deserved at any point in the next year let alone the rest of her life.

The jersey went next, my name stripped from her back and tossed on the floor along with the sweats. I stepped forward and caught her wrist before she realized I was there, eliciting a gasp as I pulled her backward into my chest.

“Get under the water, Annie,” I murmured. “Go and get nice and wet for me.”

She shivered against me despite the heart. She was right; we’d been fucking for hours, and she wasn’t about to get a break now. I pushed between her shoulder blades and enjoyed the sight of her stumbling forward way too much.

My fingers trailed along the curve of her ass and I gave her rump a slap that left a handprint in the perfect spot. I smirked at the sight, and stripped off as she did as I asked, getting herself nice and soaked for me. By the time I stepped inside the shower, she leaned back against the tiles, her legs spread, one hand between them, rubbing her clit as she gasped for breath.

I stopped beneath the spray at the sight, though my own hand drifted to my cock. I gave myself a hard squeeze. “Were you gonna come without me, Annie?”

“If you took too long, maybe?” she sassed me, but I knew she wouldn’t have stopped. Maybe. Or maybe she would have been loud enough to move my ass to her and do what I promised.

I held her gaze as I worked my cock for a few hard strokes, then dropped my hand. “Don’t stop.”

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