Page 70 of Scoring Grey

I chuckle and reach for her hips to lift her down. “Let’s go home and you can have as much as you want.”

She shakes her head. “No, I want you right here.” Her answer leaves me momentarily speechless, not because I won’t give her exactly what she wants but because she’s driving the request. It might be an empty stadium, but she knows the risk. We increase our chances of being discovered every second we stay out here. She starts unbuttoning her blouse and raises a brow. “Who needs a dare now?” she teases.

I bite my lip hard before saying, “No, dare. Just making sure you’re really all in.”

I start tugging at the belt on my hockey pants, working it loose slowly, giving her a chance to renege as I decide the best way to make this happen. She snaps open the front of her bra, and her nipples instantly harden in the cool air.

“Fuck...” my hand cups one as my lips seal around its pert peak. Her nails drag deliciously over my scalp as she holds my head in place. I suck hard before nipping it with my teeth, eliciting a hiss that has her pulling my head back. “We’re not here to make love. I’ll worship every inch of your body for hours later. This right now is a quick fuck,” I say as I pull at her shirt, causing what buttons remained holding her blouse together to pop off. “You still want it?”

She licks her lips. “You know I do.”

I push my pants down, and my hard cock stands at attention. I roughly pull her forward and place a kiss on her exposed chest before saying, “You’re going to have to help me.” She nods her agreement. “I want you to use this crossbar as an anchor.” I nip her collarbone. “I’m on ice. I need you to hold us in place while I pound into you.” I kiss her jaw and find her eyes. “Do you think you can handle that?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you pounded into me hard.” Her mouth covers mine, her tongue taking what it wants before she bites my lip. “Do your worst.”

I let her slide down my front until her ass is in my hands. I admire the weight of her round ass and the softness of her skin before saying, “Arms back. Hook your elbows.” With her weight lifted, I grip her hips and position myself with her entrance. “These are going to have to go,” I say as I tear her panties off. “Fuck pushing them to the side. I want an unobstructed view of watching myself disappear inside of what’s mine.” With the barrier removed, I run my tip through her folds, eliciting sultry moans as I coat my cock with her wetness.

“Fuck me, Cal,” she demands, and I drive in hard, knocking the breath from her lungs.

“I love hearing you beg for my cock, but you know what I love even more than your sinful pleas?”

Her hooded gaze locks with mine for an answer. “What’s that?”

“Knowing you needed this as much as I do.”

We’ve been apart for years, and in that time, all I’ve had is her memories. Knowing that’s not enough for her anymore means everything to me.

“Show me what I missed while I was gone.”

My fingers dig into her hips as I use them to hold myself in place and start driving into her at a piston pace. Watching my cock bottom out inside of her with every thrust is hot as fuck. My shaft glistens as more wetness collects with every stroke. But beyond the vision of her skirt hiked up around her waist, her perfect breasts bouncing with the rhythm I set… we’re exposed. In that exposure, we’re vulnerable. It’s not so much the act of getting caught. It’s what it represents. We’d both have a story to tell if this got out. I know what mine would say, and the way she’s all in right now has me believing the one she’d tell the world would match mine, and that’s what has my balls drawing tight to my body.

While I’d love to let this play out for hours like we do at home. We can’t. This is a quickie. “You need to get there, blondie,” I grind out.

She’s been anchoring us to this net, taking every thrust, and the way she’s using her core to hold us in place has her pussy squeezing my dick like a vise.

“Harder.” Her lidded eyes collide with mine. And I dig my nails in knowing precisely what she needs: more. She needs more than a quick fix. She wants to feel me until she can have me again. Being together like this is new again; in many ways, it feels surreal. Life doesn’t give you many second chances, yet here we are claiming ours. The pinch of pain, the inevitable half-moon marks that will blemish her hips, were all she needed to send her spiraling. “Yesss…”

My mouth finds hers, needing to be connected to her in all ways as her wall’s spasm around my length, and I come hard, following her right over the edge. Her legs stiffen as her heels dig into my ass, and she holds me in place while I coat her insides with my release. “That’s it, take every last drop,” I murmur against her mouth.

I want to put another baby inside of her so bad. I’ve been tempted to hide her pills just to ensure it happens sooner than later, but I haven’t, and I won’t. I want her to choose it, but the wishful thinker inside of me says trusting the pill is choosing it.

Slam… her lips break away from mine as her eyes dart around the stadium. “Shit! What was that?”

I pull her to my chest to ensure the coast is clear before setting her feet on the ice. “Hold the net,” I instruct as I fix her skirt and pull her blouse together. “It was probably one of the guys or someone on the cleaning crew. We should get out of here,” I say as I quickly pull up my pants. Once my pants are up, I sweep her off her feet and skate back to the bench.

“What if it was Blair? We haven’t given Mr. Bronson a story since I’ve been gone all week.”

“It wasn’t Blair. She’s out of the country visiting her mom.”

Her eyes come back to mine. “How do you know that?”

“I hired a guy to watch her. You’ve been doing your investigating, and I’ve been doing mine.” I say as I set her back on her feet, ensuring her skirt stays down in case someone is watching. “As for Mr. Bronson and the story. If you had asked me two weeks ago, I cared. I cared a lot.” I pull off my undershirt. “Put this on,” I say, holding it out to her.

“It’s sweaty,” she flinches back.

“Your shirt has no buttons, and I refuse to let you walk out of here with your tits out. Those are mine. Besides, you weren’t complaining about my sweat a few seconds ago.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine.” She pulls it on, disgust written all over her face, and I can’t help but smile. It’s kind of gross, but I’m pleased as pie that she actually did it. “Why aren’t you worried about Mr. Bronson? Your contract is up this year. I thought you liked playing for the Kings. Shouldn’t you play by the rules to earn his favor?”

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