Of a hand.
With cum on it.
Immediately, my pussy clamps down on the dildo inside me and I whisper, “Thank you, Kor.”
GretzkyWannabe42: You’re welcome, baby.
And that’s how I found myself an online sugar daddy.
CHAPTER 16
COLE
Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift
I know I’m crazy.
I know this is going to end terribly, but I’m not sure that I care.
Especially when the orgasms with her, using my own fist no less, are better than what I’ve experienced with other women sincebeforeI hooked up with Mia…
Yeah, she’s the last woman I slept with.
I’m screwed.
Staring at the now-blank screen, I snag a tissue to wipe my hand then rock in my seat. I can’t stop myself from grinning at the ceiling—I locked her down.
The satisfaction that rushes through me is as powerful as my orgasm.
So’s my relief.
No other bastard is going to get to see her like that.
No fucker is going to be able to treat her like shit.
She’s safe again.
Mine.
I can’t help but tack the label onto her, even when she has no fucking idea who I am.
See? Crazy. But I admit it.
I've started to notice when she’s stressed or upset, for God’s sake.
Take today—that’s why I mentioned the offer I cooked up in my head weeks ago. The shadows under her eyes were darker than usual, though she was still quick to smile.
I have the means to help her so why wouldn’t I?
Before I can logic my way out of how messed up my feelings are for a woman I can’t have, the alarm on my phone sounds and totally kills my buzz.
With a grunt, I snag it and switch it off then head for the bathroom to clean up.
I have an hour to get to the rink for practice. With the regular season about to commence, the intensity has upped a notch, and I can’t deny that I’m loving it.
Having never played with Liam before, it’s a fucking honor to be on the same line as him. Training camp proved the Blue Demons were holding me back and that Liam, Kyle Lewis, and I have some true on-ice chemistry.
After a quick shower, I pull on some jeans, a hoodie, and my favorite lime-green cowboy boots—that’s me ready to roll.