Page 95 of Seven Year Itch
Holy shit, did I just refer to Dakota asmy woman? I better get my shit together because she is most certainly notmine. I mean, she is mine for the time we’re doing this, but when we’re done, we’re done. That’s what I want, and I know that’s what she wants. She’s newly divorced, for fuck’s sake. She doesn’t need any man staking a claim on her. However, a lump settles in the pit of my stomach when I think about the reality of that happening down the road.
Another guy is going to touch her like I am right now... My hips jack forward faster, enraged at the thought.
Another guy is going to hear the way her voice cracks when I’m buried balls-deep in her... I grip her waist, savoring the moans that escape her lips.
Another guy will kiss her lush, pouty lips that scream my name... I seal my mouth over hers, messily kissing her between my relentless thrusts.
Another guy will get to look at her stunning body... I gaze down at her supple curves, the perfect amount of soft and hard, relishing the moment she lets go, her climax squeezing my cock so tight I almost lose my balance.
Fuck.
My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I hiss through my teeth as I empty my balls into her. Into the condom. Shame washes over me as I realize just how fucked my thoughts were just then. I need to get my head out of my ass and back to reality. This is just sex. Dakota Schaefer and I are just fucking.
“Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, old man,” I huff as I picture that old guy out on the ice drinking water while I just got laid by my casual fuck buddy. I toss my knotted condom into the trash.
“What was that?” Dakota asks, depositing her torn panties in the same receptacle.
“Nothing,” I say, doing up my pants. “Are you going to stay for the last period?”
“Can I?” She hits me with wide eyes, clearly shocked by my invitation.
I nod. “Yeah... and sit by the visitor side, would you? Cheer real loud for me.”
“Okay.” She laughs and frowns up at me.
“And don’t heckle me, or I will make you pay.”
“Promises, promises.” She tugs on her skirt and winces slightly.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as we walk toward the locker room door.
She smooths her hands over her ass. “I’m cold.”
My eyes heat with the knowledge that she is completely bare down there and heading out to an ice rink to sit on a cold metal bleacher. I lean in and press a chaste kiss to her lips. “You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes, Ace.”
And the sound of her laugh echoes in my head as I play one of the best periods of hockey in my adult beer-league hockey career.
Take that, old man.
Chapter 30
Middle Child Syndrome
Calder
“Calder... can you run to the lumber yard tonight and pick up the shipment that just came in?”
My head jerks toward Wyatt who’s standing in our Boulder workshop barking orders at me just like Dad used to.
“Why isn’t Luke going? He always goes to the lumber yard.”
Luke’s head pops up from behind his computer, and the grimace on his face is unmistakable. “Roe and I are kind of in a fight.”
“I thought you weren’t fucking her.”
“I’m not.”
“Then how are you in a fight with her?”
