Page 93 of The Import Slot
Chapter 25
Ryan
“ThesephotosVickytookare amazing!” Jen has them open on her laptop, and she cycles through them.
She’s lying on my bed on her stomach; her legs crossed at her ankles, and feet in the air. Her hair flows down over her shoulder, and she looks so fucking sexy. I’m wondering if I can climb on top of her because her ass looks fantastic in the jeans she’s wearing.
I pull out two dress shirts and hold them up to her, and she points at the one on my left.
“Navy. Always the navy. You look hot in the navy. On second thoughts, maybe you should wear the burgundy.” I wear the navy shirt.
“You could at least pretend to be looking forward to going out,” Jen says, closing the lid on her laptop.
She rolls onto her side and watches me as my fingers work the buttons. I don’t want to go out tonight; she’s right. I’d rather stay here and sit with Jen while she works. I can read my book, and we can hang out. When did I turn into such an old man? It’s the type of stuff my parents did; they just existed together without needing to speak to each other. Being close was enough.
“I’m sorry; I’m just not feeling it,” I say.
“It’s not me you need to say sorry to. It’s the guys.”
“I spend enough time with them already, without needing to put in extra shifts off the ice,” I say. Part of me regrets it as soon as it’s out because as much as I spend a lot of time with them, they’re becoming my extended family, just like the Jets were. As if Jen can read my mind, she asks me about my old team.
“Do you miss the Jets?”
“Of course, I do. I also miss my old high school team, and I’ll miss these guys when I go back,” I say.
She’s silent for a moment, and I can practically hear her thinking.
“I wish there was a way we could pull Liam and Vicky together,” Jen says to me.
It’s a bit of a conversation switch, but I’m used to it by now.
“I know where your heart lies, babe, but I don’t think we should meddle,” I say.
“Hmm.” She chews her lip.
“Are you staying here?” I ask.
“No, I need my screen to work properly, so I’ll go home.”
I want to ask when I’ll see her again, but I don’t want to be that guy. I grab my dress pants so I can finish getting ready.
“Before you put those on–” Jen says, coming to the edge of the bed.
She sits on her knees and pulls me down for a kiss. I definitely want to stay in now.
She lays down on her back and spins around so her head dangles off the edge of the bed, and then she grabs at my hips, pulling my underwear down.
As soon as my cock is free, her mouth is on my balls, and she sucks gently, her right hand wrapping around my shaft. Fuck, this feels good. I swear no one has ever touched me like she does.
Her free hand slides down her stomach and toward the button on her jeans. She pops it, pushes the zipper down slightly, and slides her hand into her panties. I’m fixed on the whole thing and knowing that she’s circling her clit, getting herself off as she toys with my dick is fucking hot.
“Push your jeans down so I can see,” I tell her.
She frees both hands and pushes the material down over her hips,
“Panties, too.”
“I was getting to those, be patient!” she scolds.
