Page 18 of Wrapped Around My Heart
Except this time, he’s not focused on a puck.
All his attention is on me, and I would be a big fat liar if I said I wasn’t loving every second of it.
“Only you, Dean.” I moan, turning my head over my shoulder until our lips are just centimeters apart. Words that are probably better left locked in the deepest part of my brain come pouring out before I can stop them. Blame it on the thoroughly good dicking he’s giving me, or maybe the possessive way he slams into me while holding me as if he never wants to let me go. But there’s no stopping them.
“I don’t think about anyone else like I do you. Don’t dream about anyone else touching me. Fuck, Dean. No one else even comes close. Not when I know what it’s like to be touched by you.”
The words barely finish leaving my lips before he’s on me, sealing our mouths together in a dominating kiss that effectively turns what’s left of my brain to mush. He breaks away long enough to murmur something against my lips, but whatever he says is lost as my orgasm washes over me. Dean captures my mouth again, muffling any sounds that I no longer have control over. Everything becomes blurry as I come. The only thing sticking in my brain is the sound of him following me over the edge. My body lights up, the pressure that had been building washing over and leaving me on the verge of blacking out.
I fall forward, Dean moving with me as he folds himself over my back and keeping his full weight off me. We lie in silence, trying to catch our breaths.
It isn’t until he finally pushes up on his arm and he slips from between my thighs that I realize what my sexed-out brain said. My cheeks heat as I stand, keeping my head down and avoiding looking at Dean as I straighten out my clothes.
I’m two seconds away from taking my chances and bolting from the room when Dean steps in front of me. Pinching my chin between his fingers, he tilts my head back until I’m forced to look up at him. And when I do, all the air leaves my lungs.
“Just so we’re clear,” Dean tells me, eyes bouncing between mine as he watches for every tiny reaction I might give him, “it’s the same for me.”
He leans forward, kissing me with a gentleness that is night and day different from what we just did. When he pulls away, there’s a glimmer in his eyes that makes my stomach clench.
“It’s only you, Freckles. Glad we’re finally on the same page about that.”
CHAPTER 7
Dean
“I bet allthree of you will score tonight,” I say before sliding my jersey over my head and straightening it out over my gear.
The rest of the guys are still only halfway done with getting padded up, leaving me to pace in front of them as they secure their gear in place. The locker room for the Anaheim Rattlesnakes is on the smaller side compared to some of the other teams, but we’re making do. Or at least I am. The familiarity of being here helps me adjust easily. Having gone to college and starting out on the minor league team here in California before getting pulled up to play two seasons with the Rattlesnakes when I started out, I don’t think I could say anything bad about it here. I wouldn’t be here, ready to hit the ice with the Bobcats, if it weren’t for this very arena. Playing here each year always feels a bit nostalgic.
Greyson chuckles, shaking his head while also not denying my statement.
Dominik glances up at me before returning his attention back to his knee pads. “I feel like you have better odds to bet for Grey to get a hat trick than you have for all three of us to get our own goals.”
Grinning, I shake out my arms and start doing a couple stretches in front of them.
“Nah, I got a good feeling.”
“What’s got you so confident?” Landon asks as he bends forward to tie up his skate.
I pause for a second, trying to pinpoint the root cause of the gut feeling, and come up short. “Just a hunch.”
Landon peers up at me with a raised eyebrow and studies me for a few seconds before shrugging.
“I’ll take this bet.” He pushes to his feet before turning around to grab his jersey from the cubby behind him. “I bet that Grey is the only one of us three to score and that at least two other goals will come from Reid and Carter.”
He motions to the two other forwards closest to us. I mull it over for a moment. Carter and Reid are good. Off the ice, they spend as much time together as Landon and I do. Maybe more considering they are actual next-door neighbors. On the ice, they have the same unspoken communication that Dominik and Landon have.
Yet when I look at them, I don’t have the same confidence that I did about the trio in front of me scoring.
“I’m with Landon,” Dominik says as he finishes up and Grey nods without looking away from his current task of getting ready.
“Fine, but when I win, the three of you have to…” I pause, trying to think of something good, when it hits me. “Have a sleepover in my room tonight.”
“Wait, what?” Grey asks, his head finally snapping up.
“You’re all so sure that you won’t score tonight, so if I’m right and you do, we’re having a sleepover. With junk food and late-night shit talking too.”
Landon blinks at me. “Wait, we share a room.”
