Page 50 of Netting the Goalie

That wasn’t the deal I’d made myself.It’d been fun.That’s all.We hadn’t made promises, had never spoken about what happened after the season.For all I knew, he hadn’t even considered it.Just figured we’d go their own separate ways.

He nodded.“Yeah.This is my team.I think we’re gonna go all the way to the Calder Cup this year.”

“Then you need to go celebrate with the team.”

His gaze narrowed.“I want you there.”

My heart melted at his insistence.“Of course.Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.I told the rest of the guys we’d meet them at the bar.”

I brightened my smile.“Then let’s go and have a good time.”

He leaned in to kiss me, taking me a little off guard and taking my breath away.

“Always do with you.”

My heart stuttered but I refused to give into the ache that wanted to bloom.

He’d never been mine to keep.I had to start letting him go.

Now.

Shane strokedinside me with that steady intoxication I was afraid I’d grown addicted to.

“Faster.Shane, please.”

“No fucking way.”If possible, he slowed even more.“You’re gonna come again.”

Considering he’d already made me come twice in the past fifteen minutes, I knew it wasn’t an idle boast.

Sometimes, all it took for him to push me over the edge was a couple of words spoken in that deep, gruff way he had when he was inside me.

Digging my fingernails into his shoulders, I scraped them down his back, eliciting a groan but no increase in his rhythm.

The man’s patience exhausted me.And his stamina… I might as well give in and admit defeat.

But not just yet.

Turning my head, I bit at his neck, a nip that made me hunger for more.

“Fuck.”

His hips pushed forward, pressing his cock deeper inside and making my thighs tighten against his side.

Moaning, I bit him again, this time on his chin.He took the hint and bent his head to kiss me.

His mouth sealed over mine, stealing my breath as his tongue slid against mine, coaxing me to play with him.

Overwhelmed by sensation, I broke apart on his next thrust as he pressed against my clit.

As I squeezed around him, I felt his cock flex and throb deep inside me.

With a groan, he bent until our foreheads touched and stayed there for several seconds, breathing heavily.

When he finally seemed to catch his breath, he rolled to the side, taking me with him until I lay on his chest.His softening cock remained inside me, as if my body was unwilling to give up any part of him.

Spread across him, all I wanted was to stay there for the rest of the night.

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