Page 76 of Face Off
“I think I’m going to—” I nod when he kisses just below my ear and sucks on the skin there. His fingers work in tandem with his cock, and I know I don’t stand a chance of surviving. “Maverick.”
“So good, Emmy.” He presses me tight against him, our chests fused together and our limbs intertwined. “Come on my cock.Please. I want to feel you.”
I don’t bother fighting it anymore; I let the wave crash over me. It pulls me out to sea as white-hot ecstasy burns through me.
My legs tremble and my shoulders shake. I squeeze my eyes shut, a failed attempt to preserve some of my dignity as I say his name again and again through the pleasure like I’m praying to him.
“Goddamn. You feel so good,” Maverick groans into my hair, and he holds a handful of my ass. “Going to come in you, okay?”
“Yes,” I beg, wanting him to reach the ledge with me. “Come for me, pretty boy.”
His moan is long and low, and his grip slackens. He pulls his fingers away from me one by one as his legs spasm. A string of curses tumbles from his mouth when he pulses inside of me then stills.
“Holy shit,” he pants, flinging an arm over his face. “I think I just got fucked to outer space.”
“Where are the alien babies when you need them?” I ask, and he giggles like he’s drunk. “You did most of the work.” I ease myself off him, and I wince at the emptiness I feel. “I was just kind of there.”
“Pretty sure your pussy did most of the work, Hartwell, squeezing me tight like that. Cunt of the year.”
“Are you going to give me a medal?” I ask.
Maverick cracks an eye open and turns his head to look at me. “I might need to.”
“Well.” I blush and curl up on my side, not sure what happens now. “This was fun.”
He chuckles and reaches for me, pulling me close. I rest my head against his chest and take a deep breath. “I need ten minutes to recoup, then I’ll get out of your hair. If I try to walk to the elevator right now, my legs will give out.”
“Ten minutes. I have a pint of ice cream waiting for me in the freezer, and I’m going to be pissed if I don’t get to eat it before I fall asleep.”
“What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?” Maverick runs his hands through my tangled hair and massages my scalp. An embarrassing sound leaves my body. “That’s my question of the day because I can’t think of much else.”
“Chocolate chip. What about you?”
“Oreo.” He yawns and drops his chin to the top of my head. “But I mean, come on. I’m not going to say no to any kind.”
“Same.” I trace the links on his necklace and sigh, bone-achingly tired and sated. “Are you a dog person or a cat person?”
“Dogs for sure, but I like both. Hudson keeps trying to get me to rescue one from the shelter where he volunteers, but I haven’t taken that step yet.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Doing what we do comes with so many uncertainties; I could get traded. I could sign with a different team in free agency. I don’t have a whole lot of experience with animals, but letting a pet get adjusted only to uproot its entire life and move across the country seems cruel. I plan on adopting when I retire, whenever the hell that is.”
“Speaking as someone who’s been on four teams in six years, there is somuch uncertainty.” I stretch out my legs and wince at the soreness I feel between my thighs. “But dogs are the best.”
“Four teams? Was that by choice?”
“Sort of. I crave change, and staying in the same spot for too long puts me on edge.” I pause and run my finger up the line of his forearm. Over the tattoos and all the stories there. “Another was a conflict of interest that resulted in having to leave for another team.”
“Your ex was a hockey player, wasn’t he?” Maverick asks. I push up on my elbow so I can look at him, surprised he figured it out. “It’s not that hard to put together. You said you don’t date hockey players. There was a conflict of interest. That comment on the plane yesterday about being down this road before. I figured it was because of a bad seed along the way.”
“Yeah.” I swallow. “He was.”
“We aren’t all terrible.” He grins and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Take me, for example.”
“You’ve slept with half the women in this country.”
“That is a gross exaggeration, Red, and I haven’t been with anyone besides you in over a month.”
