Page 101 of Pinkie Promise

Fallon wraps her naked legs over the backs of my calves, spread wide in my jeans, and my eyes drop to her big breasts, those soft peaks driving me crazy. I immediately hunch down and take one of them in my mouth, tossing harder and faster as I suck at her sensitive pink nipples.

I move over to the other side, sucking at that one too, and I release one hand from my length so that I can palm her at the same time.

“Almost there,” I grunt, squeezing her tits while I toss myself. “You took it so well last night, all over these beautiful tits.”

“Hunter, p-please,” she moans, tugging at my hair and clawing at my back.

And I can’t take it anymore.

I groan hard, my thrusts pause, and then I’m jerking onto her belly in warm thick spurts.

She gasps and moans and writhes like I’m still inside of her.

My vision blurs as I start shooting it over her breasts, one hand pinning her down by her shoulder and the other frantically tossing my shaft.

“Baby,” I grunt, and she instantly pulls my face down to hers, letting me slip my tongue inside while I splatter the rest of my load against her pussy. “So good to me, baby,” I groan. “You’re so damn good.”

With one last tug, I drop heavily against her side. I wrap one arm under Fallon’s head and use the other to hold up the thick quilt cover, a satisfied sound rumbling up my throat as I look down at her beautiful body.

She looks up at me with those big eyes and I start pressing kisses against her forehead, wanting to reward her for being so good to me.

’Cause she’s covered in me. My girl is downright covered in me.

I lower my hand to her belly and rub my fingers through the mess. She tucks her face into the side of my neck and I roll heavily on top of her.

I’m aware that the coach leaves in just over an hour but that’s plenty of time for me to clean Fallon off and get her fed. I bury my face into her hair and feel my shoulders relax as I wrap my arms behind her back.

“Been wanting to ask you something,” I murmur, laughing as pushes my jeans all the way down my calves with her toes.

“Yeah?” she asks, her voice small and breathless.

“Yeah,” I say, kissing at her cheek.

This year is really important to me, and not only because it’s my final year at Carter U. It’s the year that I’ve been assigned as my team’s captain, it’s the year that I’m gonna get signed, and, to top it all off, it’s the year that the Carter Ridge Rangers are finally the favourites to win the NCAA Division I championship.

And I want Fallon to be there to watch it happen.

“Last night’s game was an important one for us. Not only because Larch Peak’s NHL team is where I want to get signed to, but because, uh…”

Shit, I’m nervous. I lean up on one of my elbows so that I can look down at Fallon’s face, scraping a hand down my jaw and willing my neck to not flush red.

I don’t exactly love the idea of telling Fallon about our team’s previous fuck ups, but in this instance it’s kind of intrinsic for what I want to ask her.

“Last year, Carter U got to the NCAA Frozen Four finals,” I tell her, brushing a curl away from her face. “And it was fucking amazing, baby. Our whole team was in shape, on point, and ready to go. The only problem was the team that we were playing against.”

I breathe out a laugh, shaking my head at the memory.

“Larch Peak U was the team that we were up against and they put on the dirtiest game that we’ve ever played. Tanner was our captain last year, and the only reason why he didn’t keep the post this year is because during the final game he ended up getting sent off. The Larch Peak U guys were fucking filthy and they fouled their way to a last second victory.

“We were pissed the hell off but shit happens, so we took the loss and decided to focus on next year –thisyear – which is why beating Larch Peak U’s ass last night was damn significant. With the Conference tournament games done and now that we’ve got those Larch Peak U fuckers out of the way, we’rethe favourites to win the championship. The final is in March, which means that we’ve got just over a month to hold onto our position, but there isn’t a doubt in our minds that this year isourdamn year. Which brings me to what I wanted to ask you.

“Last year the tournament’s Frozen Four – the semi-finals and the finals – were held here in Larch Peak. The rink that we lost the tournament on last year is the same one that we won the game in last night. But this year, we’rehosting. On our home turf, in Carter Ridge. You know how good that’ll be for us, baby?”

Fallon drops her eyes, looking shy and a little flustered. “Um, yeah… I mean, wow. I, uh… I actually kinda… I actually already knew about all of that.”

My eyebrows fly up and I blink down at her.

“Huh?” I ask, unable to stop myself from smiling. “You been researching us or something? How’d you know all of that?”

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