Page 66 of Cross Check My Heart
Just as the feelings of an orgasm begin to creep up, I hear Dom growl out “fucking hell” before he’s tugging my head up and off his cock. Moving quickly, he helps me stand up before yanking my shorts and underwear down and pulling me toward him. Straddling him, I rest my hands on his shoulders and support my weight on my knees. He peers up at me, desire and something else dancing in his eyes.
“You could have finished in my mouth.” He smiles up at me, tucking another curl behind my ear before shifting his hand to the nape of my neck again. Gently, he pulls my head down to meet him for a kiss. It’s slow and as his tongue sweeps into my mouth, I melt into him.
Dominik kiss sets something inside me on fire and the next thing I know I’m pouring everything into it. If kisses could speak, mine would be saying,“You are important. I’m here for you and I’ve got you and I care. I would do anything for you, I lov—”No, it’s too soon to be falling in love. I swallow those emotions as I pull back to peer down at him. Neither of us say a thing as we watch each other.
Gripping my hips, he lifts me up as he lines his cock up to my entrance. Holding my breath in anticipation, I keep my gaze on him. A faint smile dances across his lips and as I slowly sink down onto him, my heart and mind are full of him as he whispers.
“I know.” With that he pulls me down onto him.
Once I’m seated flush on him, he holds me in place. My attempt to squirm and get moving is met with him tightening his hold on my hips and has me wondering if he’s about to leave a bruise. The thought of him leaving his mark on me has meclenching around his cock. With one hand, he cups my cheek in the palm of his hand and runs his thumb along my lips. I push myself up off his cock before slowly sinking back down. Holding his gaze, I repeat my slow pace, riding him.
His thumb traces over my lips for another moment before he runs his fingertips along my cheekbone. Gently, his hand wraps around my neck and I almost expect him to squeeze. Instead, he simply rests his hand with enough pressure to hold me in place while I sink back down on him. This time, as I rise back up, he uses the hand around my neck with a little bit of force to push me back until I’m sitting up. The moan that escapes me as I slip back down his length almost doesn’t sound like me, but I don’t think twice about it as I pick up my pace. The new angle is exactly what I need as heat tightens throughout me.
“Look at how perfect you are. Taking me so beautifully.” My only response is a gasp as he finds my nipple under my shirt and pinches. He groans out, “Fucking hell.”
“Dominik…” I trail off as he runs a thumb over my nipple, getting lost in the feel of his hands on me and the way his cock hits just the right spot when I sink down onto him has me unable to focus. I stop thinking, close my eyes as my head falls back and let my body move how it wants.
When a hand moves to my clit, I gasp and feel my movement start to get choppy as Dominik lifts his hips to thrust up into me.
“I’m gonna…” I pant out, trying to find the words. My eyes fight to stay close, but the need to see him keeps them fluttering open.
“That’s it, good girl. Cum.” With that, he flicks my clit, and I’m done. He pushes his hips up into me, drawing out my orgasm before he’s cumming with me.
I fall against his chest, the hand on my neck moving to wrap around my waist and hold me to him. We stay like that for a while, me draped over him and catching our breaths. Whengoosebumps start peppering across my skin, he turns to place a gentle kiss on my temple and finally breaks the silence.
“We should go get cleaned up.”
Considering everything we’ve done together, I know there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, yet I can’t control the blush that takes over. With a slightly painful sounding groan, he finally pulls out of me and stands, keeping me in his arms as he kicks his shorts off from his ankles.
Finally remembering thatIshould be comfortinghimafter the shit that happened during his game, I try to slip out of his arm. Of course, that only causes him to adjust so that he’s carrying me bridal style inside and toward my bedroom. My blush deepens as I tuck my head under his chin.
“I was supposed to be comforting and supporting you.”
He chuckles lightly, turning on the lights in my bathroom and moving to set me on the counter before he moves toward the shower. After he turns it on, he turns around and stalks toward me. Removing his shirt and dropping it on the floor as he stops in front of me.
“I have never felt more comforted than I do when I’m with you.” He cups my face in both of his hands and kisses my forehead. “Besides, I was the one who couldn’t keep my hands off you for a single second longer. Especially after remembering how you looked with my name on you.” I giggle and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck.
“Note to self; next time I need to cheer you up, wear nothing but a jersey with your name on it.”
He nuzzles his face into my neck with a deep groan and a muffled, “Fuck yes.”
“Are you two almost ready?” Garrett yells from my kitchen. Paige barks out a loud laugh in response while I shake my head and focus back on my laptop. Sam had sent me edits back a few days ago, and I was trying to get through the last three pages. After Dominik’s game lastweek, I had been focused on making sure he was really okay. He had spent that whole night after the game holding me while he talked about what happened. Since that night on the balcony, we’ve spent even more time together, which I didn’t think was possible. It seems like he’s having an even harder time keeping his hands off me, not that I’m complaining about either of those things.
While he has absolutely no problem with me working when he’s around, focusing on edits is damn near impossible when his hands keep wandering. Which means that yesterday while he was at practice was the first time I could give my full attention to Sam’s suggestions. When he left for warmups today, I jumped right back into work. Now, with just under two hours before Dominik’s next game, I am down to only three pages left to go over.
After Garrett had found out about the incident with Josh, he showed up the next day feeling guilty as hell that he wasn’t there for Dominik. The three of us had spent the day snacking, drinking, and relaxing, we even convinced Paige to join us. That was when Garrett asked if we wanted to go to the game with him tonight.
So, I texted my dad, telling him how much fun I had at the last game and would love to go to another the next time he had spare tickets. He responded immediately that he would get me a ticket pass so I could go whenever I could. It wasn’t a lie, I did have a lot of fun. I hadn’t been to a hockey game in so long, that I forgot how energized and exciting they are. Plus, watching my dad in his element was something I had never experienced before.
Between Dominik and my dad’s passes, we agreed to leave from my place and get to the arena an hour and a half before the game. Only now, I knew if I had just a little more time, I could get through the last of these notes.
Paige walks out of the bathroom, wearing black leggings and a new, long sleeve jersey she got from the arena gift shop during intermission of the last game. This one says “Sinclair” on the back with Landon’s team number, twenty-five. She had claimed that if we were going to keep attending games, she would spread the support to all the team members and wear a different player each game. Which was just her roundabout way of confirming she has no self-control when it comes to shopping.
“You’re not dressed?” I glance up at her from my laptop. She had stopped in the dead center of my bedroom to glare at me. I scowl down at my outfit.
“All I have to do is throw on my sweater and braid my hair.” I only own a couple pairs of jeans, one of which I had thrown on before sitting back down to work. When we went to the game last week, I had thought I would be fine in just one of the shirts I had taken from Dominik. Turns out I have adjusted to the Florida heat very well because I was freezing all night long.
“Still, Garrett sounds like he’s ready to gonow.” She states, earning an eye roll and a smirk from me. Garrett is very much the type of person who likes being on time.
