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“Let me see you.” He drops to his bare knees and pushes the hem of the jersey away from my cut.
His lips graze over every inch of me, kissing away the rip of pain I felt just days ago. He scatters kisses up and down my thigh and nips at my sensitive skin. He wraps his hands around the back of my legs and massages his fingers into my flesh. He’s holding me up in more ways than one.
“Tell me about this one, it looks fresh.” His warm breath ghosts over my cut and I wish like hell it could heal it right up. It’ll always remind me of when I thought the worst of him andhurt myself over it. The shame feels so heavy. My eyes fill up and spill over before I can stop them.I’m ruining everything.
He’s as fast as lightning and stands up in a flash, and before I can blink, he’s lifting me up. His foot hooks around the leg of a small plastic cart and he pulls it toward us. He plops me down on top of it before swatting away a stack of plastic cones that are in our way.
He grips the edge of the cart on either side of my knees, and leans his handsome face forward until his forehead touches mine. I lean into the pressure of his skull and want him to read my thoughts so I don’t have to say the words out loud.
“Is this because of me?” I can feel my heart crack down on the same fault line his silence split open after my performance.
The truth is, it’s not his fault. Neither is the gash on my hand. The moments may have triggered me, but no one made me cut myself but me. I hurt myself more than anyone else does.
“I did it the night of the Showcase,” I whisper out loud into the love between us and hope like hell it can handle the blow. These feelings between us are big and bold. I believe in us and if I’m gonna be a part of something like him and I, I gotta be honest about it all.
“It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I’m the one who keeps on doing this to myself. I’ve started back up with therapy, I want ya to know that.” I’ve been spiraling for months and have been circling the drain. Davis and Evie pushing me to get back to therapy was the right call.
I show him my hand and he nuzzles his cheek into my bandaged palm before pulling me into his chest. I cling to him with all I’ve got.
“I’ve been depressed for a long ass time and just started talking to a counselor. I’ve got issues I’ve gotta work out, I can’t fucking run from them anymore. And I mean that literally. Igotta deal with it in better ways than I’ve been,” he says and I nod my head in agreement. I understand him deep in my soul.
“We're quite the pair, aren’t we?” I place a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I told you, Birdie, you’re my perfect…and now I want to see how beautiful you are.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
“SEEINGyou in this makes me fucking feral.” The tip of my pointer finger traces the curves of her tits along the edge of thedevil logo on her chest. I cup each one while my thumb strokes over her hard little nipples that are poking through layers of fabric to get to me.
“And I have no doubt I’m gonna go fucking insane when I see what’s underneath,” I tell her while pulling the sweatshirt jersey combo off her curvy body.
“I’m already crazy for you.”The feelings fucking mutual, gorgeous.She unhooks the back of her red and black lace bra before stripping the straps off her arms while staring at me through honey eyes that are spiked with lust.
Her pretty tits shake free and I’m under their spell. She drops her bra on the floor just as the crowd from the arena bursts into building shaking screams as the buzzer for the end of the first period blasts out.
The world feels far away even though I’ve never felt more aware of where I am. It doesn’t matter what’s happening out on the ice. There could be a scout from every NHL team in the stands and I’d still choose being with her in this small storage closet every fucking time. Especially when she’s looking like a goddamn super model in nothing but a tiny little thong.Am I hallucinating?
“Fuck, how are you real?” I shake my head in disbelief and she places my palm over her heart and sends mine into the danger zone when she guides my hands over her plump tits.
“Let me show you just how real I am,” she says while I stroke my thumbs over her hard pink nipples. She lets out a moan that has me wanting to suck more noises out of her.
I lean down and bring her soft tit to my mouth and lick the tight bud with the tip of my tongue. She throws her head back just as I wrap my lips around her sensitive nipple. Her hands clutch my head, holding me to her chest while I suckle on her.
Her fingers weave through my hair and she keeps me close, but I’m not close enough. I let her nipple go and her little mewlsof protest fucking kill me but I need her right fucking now. I need her legs around my waist while I fuck into her. I need her on her back.
I separate from her for a fraction of a second to get this sweatshirt over my head and her hands drop down to my abs. Her nails scrape down my happy trail and down to the giant fucking erection in my pants.
“Take these off for me, Rascal.”Fuck, I like her calling me that.She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my briefs and pushes them and my pants down to my thighs. I shake my legs so they fall down to my ankles.
She presses kiss after kiss into my chest and I want the imprint of her lips tattooed into my skin. Her hand wraps around my hard shaft and she squeezes me in a tight hold. I bet she’s just as snug.
My hips start moving on their own and I fuck into her fist. She opens her legs and I eye a wet patch of silk covering her soaked slit.
This red and black thong’s gotta go. I grab onto the waistband of her panties with both hands and can feel the heat radiating from her hot little pussy. She needs me just as much as I need her.
I pull the fabric in the opposite directions and the material rips apart and falls off her body.Holy fuck she’s naked.
“You look like a fucking angel,” I rasp out like I just swallowed a goddamn puck. My stiff cock is leaking in her hand.
