Page 8 of Spring Break with a Slap Shot

Before I can even process the words, she flashes across the small space between us. Her body crashes into mine, and her lips seize mine with a ferocity that rocks me back on my heels.

I'm Dakota Miles, Charleston Renegades' golden boy, always in control on and off the ice. But damn if this woman doesn't have me reeling, surprised by the sudden heat of her, the way her fingers tangle in my hair like she's clinging to her controlled desire. This kiss, this woman, the way she feels in my arms. This feels different.

I scoop Harmony up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist like she's been waiting to do this all night. Her kiss never falters while I navigate us down the hallway and to my room. I can feel the heat from her body seeping into mine, and it’s driving me fucking wild.

"Got you," I murmur against her mouth, half-laughing, half-gasping for air as I kick my door open and step inside.

I lay her down on my bed, wanting to see that beautiful hair fan out against my pillow.

She's a vision in the dim light, the kind that would make any red-blooded man jealous.

Starting at her ankles, I trail kisses up her calves, savoring the softness of her skin. Every inch of her is so soft. When I reachher thighs, my hands glide along her curves, fingers hooking the hem of her silky short nightgown and drawing it upwards.

"God, you're beautiful," I breathe out. The gown slips off, leaving her in nothing but lace panties. The sight knocks the wind out of me.

I peel away her panties, tossing them aside. Standing, I rid myself of my black boxer briefs that have become far too constrictive. My heart hammers in my chest as I cover myself with a condom, protection an instinct that’s been ingrained.

"Are you ready for this, beautiful?" I ask, voice thick with a longing that's new, different—unsettling almost.

I look down at Harmony. The heat of her gaze locks with mine. I guide myself to her entrance, our eyes still locked.

"Yes, please," Harmony breathes out, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I'm pushing inside her, slow and steady, savoring the way she stretches and adjusts to me. There's an intimacy here, in the way she opens up for me, that has my heart slamming against my chest. It's not just physical; it's emotional in a way I can't quite comprehend. This isn't a quick one; this is something different. I want every second of it, yet it’s something that’s completely new to me.

I find a rhythm, one that's less about the ending result and more about enjoying each minute. With every thrust, I study herreactions—the way her eyelids flutter, the soft moans spilling from her lips, the subtle arch of her back. It's like I'm learning all about her.

"Feels good?" I ask, even though I can read the answer written all over her flushed face.

"Better than... oh... better than good," she stammers, giving me a sense of pride.

Shifting my weight, I angle my hips to hit that sweet spot I know will make her unravel. She gasps, and I chase it, repeating the motion until her hands are clawing at my back, urging me closer, deeper.

"Right there, Dakota... don't stop," she pants, and that's all the coaching I need.

My movements become more deliberate, a focused effort to bring her to the brink. Harmony's breath catches and her body tightens around me.

"Harmony," I say. My hands roam over the curves of her body.

"Da-Dakota..." she gasps out. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails leaving delicious, stinging trails that only urge me on.

"Let go, beautiful. I've got you," I coax, hips rolling in a steady rhythm designed to push her over the edge. Every nerve ending in my body alive and sparking.

"God, yes... I'm—" Harmony's words break off into a moan, her entire body tensing beneath me as her pussy walls pulse around my cock. The sight of her abandoning herself to the feeling—eyes fluttering shut, mouth open in silent ecstasy—it's enough to send my own pleasure skyrocketing.

"Right there with you," I grunt, each thrust with a sense of urgency. There’s a tingling sensation in my balls as my sack tightens, an impending surge that I know I can't, don't want to stop.

With a deep groan that feels like it's being pulled from the depths of my soul, I let go, surrendering to the intense wave of satisfaction that crashes over me, leaving us both breathless and intertwined.

"Holy Hell." I exhale once the world stops spinning. "That was..."

"Unexpected?" Harmony finishes with a chuckle.

"Yeah, you can say that," I reply, still dazed.

Chapter 7-Harmony

I blink awake seeing sunshine sneaking past the blinds. The warmth of the bed is cozy as I turn my head, taking in the sight of Dakota beside me. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm with the quiet sound of his breathing. He's sprawled out, boxer briefs clinging to his hips, and damn it if he doesn't look like a Greek god.

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