Page 54 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

Molly lifts her head and takes my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking me deeper. I groan and try to recall some of my stats just to keep my brain busy. When my cock is nice and wet and I just might explode, I pull out of her mouth and slide between the softest pillows known to man. Molly watches intently, licking her lips.

“I’m...” I grunt, that familiar tingle starting in my lower spine way sooner than I want it to. “Not gonna last.”

Molly nods and lifts her head again, this time to lave the crown of my dick with her tongue every time I thrust through herbreasts. The feeling is insane, soft and enveloping on the shaft, wet and warm on the tip.

With another thrust, I grip the headboard like I just might break it in two, spilling into her mouth as she opens wide and swallows me down. The orgasm keeps coming, the visual below me too compelling. Holy fuck, I’m going to store this away in my spank bank for future viewing when Molly’s not here to give me the real thing.

I fall onto the bed beside her, lungs heaving. When I’m able to pry a single eye open, I realize I didn't even get her fully naked. “Give me a second. I promise I won’t leave you hanging.”

Molly snuggles into my side, her bare foot rubbing up and down my calf. “It’s fine. We can just sleep.”

I frown at my ceiling. Does she not know me at all? I roll on top of her with a growl, pinning her wrists to the mattress above her head.

“Sleep? Oh, you wanted to sleep tonight? Our last night together before you're back home with Matthew and you think I’m going to let you sleep? Baby, I’m just getting started.” I laugh like I’m a bit demented and fuck, maybe I am. I’m obsessed with this woman. Which reminds me.

Rolling right off her after threatening her with sleep deprivation, I grab the flat box off the dresser and return to bed. “I have something for you first. Then I’ll debauch you. Wait, is debauch a verb?”

Molly huffs out an amused laugh and sits up, her arm immediately coming up to cover her breasts. I bat her arm away and she bats me right back. I win the tussle though, because she doesn’t cover her breasts this time, just points to the box in her lap. “What is this?”

“It’s a present for you. Open it.”

She gives me a look I ignore. I nudge the box closer, and she sighs, opening it. She pulls out familiar gold and black material, holding it up. “A Storm Chasers jersey?”

I take it from her and turn it around so she can see the back side, which has my last name emblazoned across it. “Not just any jersey.Myjersey. It's for you to wear. I also have one for Matthew, along with tickets for tomorrow night’s game.” My heart beats erratically. It’s a fifty-fifty chance she turns me down and I probably should have warmed her up with an orgasm or two. “I know we haven’t discussed it, but I’d like to go public that we’re dating. And to do that, we need to tell Matthew first.”

Molly’s arms drop the jersey to her lap. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is mussed. Those unique eyes are staring me down, trying to find answers to the thousand questions swirling in her brain.

“I can literally hear your thoughts spiraling,” I whisper. She nudges me with her foot.

“Being a good mom is the most important thing to me,” she starts. I know this, of course. You only have to talk to her for a few minutes to know that Matthew is her world, as he should be. It’s one of the things I like about her most. Only second to the pencil skirts. “He’s already acting erratically at school. I don’t want to endanger his stability.”

I nod. “I completely agree. But he’s also old enough he won’t appreciate us lying to him about our relationship.” I take her hands in mine, hoping she’ll see I’m not joking like I usually am. “I want to date you, Molly. I want to take you out on the town, to my games, to events where the other hockey players bring their wives and girlfriends. I want to have simple dinners at home with you and Matthew. I want to continue to help him at hockey practice. Let me be in this for the long haul.”

Molly’s eyes dart back and forth between mine, considering. I hold my breath.

“Long haul?” she finally asks, nose wrinkling.

“Wrong phrase.” I grab the jersey and the box and toss them both to the floor. “I’m into you, Molly Sparks. I want you to be my girlfriend. I want to put my jersey on you, so all those other fuckers know you’re mine.”

Molly wraps her arms around my neck and we fall back on the bed. “There are no other fuckers.”

“Good!”

I seal our lips together and spend the rest of the night worshipping her body. Around three in the morning, when I wake up and see she’s staring at the ceiling, I shift until my head is between her legs. I lap at her, moaning as her taste blooms on my tongue. I get her right on the edge of yet another orgasm, but I don’t give it to her until she agrees to officially be mine.

“Blackmail,” she pants, arm flung over her eyes as she catches her breath.

I grin into the darkness and pull her into me, spooning her from behind. “Smart negotiation,” I correct her.

I run my fingers through her hair and freeze when some of it pulls away with my hand. I pop up onto my elbow and stare at a clump of hair I must have pulled from her scalp. It’s hard to see in the dark, but it doesn’t look like a small amount either. Surprise and horror have me gasping.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!”

Molly’s eyes fling open. She snatches the clump of hair out of my hands lightning fast and tosses it to the ground. “It’s a hair piece!”

“A what piece?” I peer over the side of the bed, but Molly pulls me back.

“A thing women use to make their hair fuller looking. Don’t worry about it.”

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