Page 72 of Bite Your Tongue

Leaving Sterns in the center of the ice, I skate toward the plexiglass and wait for her to run down the stairs toward me. Her curled hair bounces as she takes each step until she reaches the bottom and presses her hands against the glass.

“You’re here,” I say, putting my gloved hand against hers. “I thought you had to work. How are you in Maine and not South Carolina?”

“I lied,” she answers with a small shrug. “I actually don’t work in Charleston anymore, so it might be weird if I went into work there.”

Her eyes twinkle, and her smile broadens as she waits for the words to register with me.

“You don’t work in Charleston?” I murmur so low that I’m sure she barely hears me.

“Not anymore.” She shakes her head. “Starting next week, I’ll be back at Casco Bay General Hospital.”

I stare at her, my head spinning because last I knew, she still had months left on her contract. “How?” I ask. “I thought …”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” she says, narrowing her eyes slightly. “After I get you naked, of course.”

She says the words loud enough that I’m sure the people around her can hear her, but I don’t give a fuck. I might have to tell Coach I’m not feeling well just to get out of dealing with interviews tonight. I need to bury myself inside of Saylor before I lose my mind.

“Nice jersey.” I wink. “I hope you don’t plan on changing out of it tonight.”

Even through plexiglass, in a loud-as-fuck arena with thousands of people surrounding us, I can practically feel her heart beating.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Pretty Boy,” she coos, tilting her chin up. “Now, hurry up, would you?”

Skating backward, I keep my eyes on her as I head toward the exit. When it comes to getting my hands on that woman, I definitely don’t need to be told twice to hurry my ass up.

The door barely has time to close behind us, and already, she’s sliding her jeans off and blessing me by leaving my jersey on. She steps out of her jeans before jumping against me and wrapping her legs around my waist, and I slide my hands down her thong and to her sexy ass. She kisses me with enough aggression to fuel a whole damn hockey game, tugging the hem of my shirt impatiently.

My cock swells against her body. My hand has done the trick these past few weeks just fine, but I’m ready for the opposite of just fine. I’m ready to black out from feeling her tight pussy wrapped around my dick.

I keep one arm under her ass and grip her nape with the other. “You’d better be ready to take my cock, Saylor. Because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you may just have to stay in bed all day tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise, Pretty Boy?” she growls, nipping my bottom lip.

“Be careful what you’re asking for,” I coo into her mouth and then swallow her moans.

It’s been too long since I’ve buried myself inside of this woman, and I could probably come in my pants if she pressed her body too snugly against my dick. I’ve been with a lot of women and had some damn good times and some pretty intense orgasms. I won’t lie and say that I was a virgin before Saylor Sawyer. What I will say is, she puts them all to shame.

I can barely remember the details of some of my most memorable hookups, and yet I can remember every single noise that she makes and what her different breathing sounds mean. I know how soft her skin is and how she has a freckle above her belly button.

Every detail of her is engraved in my soul.

Because I can’t stand to wait another second, I slam her down on the kitchen counter and part her legs, stepping between them. Her hands reach for my face, gripping my cheeks and pulling me closer to her, and she kisses me—with so much aggression that I’m pretty sure my lips are probably going to look like I got punched.

“I missed you,” she groans into my mouth before tugging my bottom lip between her teeth. “So. Much.”

Reaching between her legs and pushing her thong to the side, I work my fingers inside of her. Slow but deliberate. And if she hadn’t already said she missed me with her words, I would have known it by now because her pussy instantly sucks my fingers in, clenching them desperately.

“This greedy pussy missed me, didn’t it?” I growl, starting to finger-fuck her in a rhythm.

She’s soaked, and my mouth is jealous of my fingers right now because there’s nothing better than having my tongue buried between her legs.

“You’re practically dripping all over the countertop, baby,” I say.

She leans back, pressing the back of her head against the cupboard.

“Ryder … fuck.” Her eyes look down through hooded lids as she drinks in the sight of me finger-fucking her. “It’s so hot … watching you right now.”

“You like watching my fingers wreck you?” I rasp.

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