Page 11 of The Labor Date
I suck her bottom lip. “I’ll flood the whole damn house with roses if that’s the price to pay to be with you.”
She throws her head back with a laugh, and I take advantage of the curve of her neck, kissing down to her cleavage until she’s squirming in my arms. Her thighs squeeze together, her nails drag lightly over my shoulders, and I know I’ve got her exactly where I want her, in the fun zone—half-lost in pleasure, half-ready to beg me for more.
“Scott…” she breathes, arching when my hand slides lower, teasing, coaxing the warm space at the apex of her thighs where only a thin layer of leggings prevents me from entering her slick channel. “Isn’t this moving fast?”
“We’re just getting started,” I cut in, husky, and I prove it by standing with her in my arms and carrying her to my room. The clock on my nightstand shows the minutes ticking by before Winston gets his claws back into her.
I selfishly lay down on the bed and keep her on top of me, where she straddles me. She grins and pins my wrists above my head, kissing, nipping, and sucking my lips. She moves lower, shoving my t-shirt up. Between her light caresses and her lips, she appreciates my abs one by one.
“Careful Holly. I think you’re beginning to have fun,” I taunt. My hand cups the back of her neck, and I bring her back up and capture her mouth. With one pull of the tie, her halter top drops down, revealing her glorious full breasts in my face. These are not tiny and perky. Not Hollywood fake either. But a good handful, with nipples puckering for me harder as I suck.
My cock comes to life, roaring in my sweatpants for attention. She must feel it, too, moaning and grinding against me. Soon we’re both into it, dry humping with my hands gripping her luscious ass, my hips jerking up to meet hers, until she cries out, clutching me as if I’m the only thing tethering her to earth.
The sound of her breathlessly repeating, “Oh hotshot” wrecks me in the best possible way.
Tonight, I focus on her, on giving her the release she deserves. Giving her everything I can because next time—and hell yes there will be a next time—I’ll get my turn.
As she shudders and collapses against me, her breath hot in my ear, I’ve earned the victory. It’s mine, and now she’ll want more. I can’t wait to give it all to her.
Only the moment is shattered by a furious growl followed by sharp scratches raking at a closed door. Winston. Of course.
“Time is up,” Holly lifts her head, flushed and laughing. “Guess someone’s jealous.”
I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. “He’s very possessive of you.”
“I suppose.” Her fingertips trace a light pattern on my shoulder. “He came into my life when my parents were divorcing. I needed a friend and he was there for me. Through every guy I’ve dated and breakup I’ve been through, he remained the only constant. I vowed to give him the best life possible. But honestly, as his manager and with his career taking off, he’s given me the best one back.”
Maybe Winston has given her the friend she’s needed all these years. But I have plenty Winston doesn’t have. Seven thick inches to be exact, plenty of fun for the entire hockey season.
The door to the gym room rattles as if the cat might actually turn the knob or bust through. Our stolen twenty minutes are up. But from the way she’s still curled on top of me, lips swollen and eyes dreamy, I know one thing for sure: I’m not backing down.
I cover her hand with mine. “Can I ask… did your last boyfriend get along with Winston?”
Her face falls, and she shakes her head. “No. Peter yelled at him. Threw things. Said Winston was spoiled and in the way.They didn’t get along. It was awful. I should’ve left sooner, but I was in too deep, I’m talking a co-owned house in Laguna Beach and everything. Splitting things up proved a challenge.”
“But you finally left. I’m glad you were brave enough at last.”
“Winston’s more than a pet, Scott. He’s family. If a man can’t understand that, then he can’t be with me.”
It tugs deep in my chest. She isn’t joking. Winston isn’t just a quirk, he’s her line in the sand. And if I want a real shot with her, I have to make peace with the enemy.
I squeeze her hand gently. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not that kind of man. I’ll find a way to win Winston’s heart. One way or another.”
Her eyes soften, misty and hopeful. A little spark returns. “Are you sure you’re tough enough to take on both me and Winston?”
“Baby, I lace up against some of the toughest guys in the league. You think I’m scared of one fluffy diva with claws?” I lean closer, dropping my voice. “Besides, I’m way more persistent than he is. And I bet I can make you purr louder.”
Her lips part, her breath catching, and color rises in her cheeks. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Not a challenge,” I whisper, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. “A promise.”
Her smile blooms, heated. I move her under me and as my lips brush down her body, I inhale her sweet womanly scent. I pull down her panties and bury my face between her thighs, tasting the sweetest honey I’ve ever had.
She squirms and moans my name. I steady her with a palm to her core. With flicks, licks and sucks at her swollen clit, I don’t let up. Not until I’ve had her at my mercy, coming twice and screaming my name.
In that moment I know—I’ve just set myself up for possibly the biggest matchup of my life. Not on the ice. Against a cat. But I’ll win, claws be damned.
Because with Holly as the reward to the victor, I’ll fight to the end.
