Page 260 of Wrong Pucking Player

I seal his confession with a kiss, the two of us sharing the emotional relief and passion of having each other. From the grumpy man I despised because he was Winchester’s second-hand man to this adorable human being who hides such vulnerability and love in the shadows so everyone else can blossom.

Only now, it’s time for him to flourish into the beautiful man he’s always been hiding from the world.

When we break the kiss, all we have to do is share a look.

A look that carries so many emotions, I can’t pick out one specific one.

Then we kiss again.

And again.

Deep, passionate kisses.

Soft whispers and tender moans.

I keep wondering what would have happened if I never came back. If I’d allowed myself to stay away from this small town out of fear of facing the past.

Would we have found each other again?

Put our differences aside and delve deep until we’re as open and vulnerable with one another as we are now.

How would things roll out if not for this hockey initiative?

If I hadn’t had the courage to return, I wouldn’t experience the tender loving man who hides behind a mask.

One minute we’re on the couch, the next I’m beneath Armani’s massive body on his bed. His lips trail along the side of my neck, kissing that sensitive spot on the nape of my neck that makes me moan and squirm. Then he tugs on my ear lobe.

“I’ve fantasized about finally getting to enjoy every inch of you, Andrews,” he whispers into my ear before sitting back, so I can admire his chiseled chest. “I’m realizing no amount of imagination can be as mesmerizing as the real thing.” He licks his bottom lip. “Ready to enjoy me, Sweet Kitten?”

“More than ready,” I whisper breathlessly as my eyes drink him up. “Think you’ll hold your end of the bargain with slow sex?”

He dares to smile, and the taunting shadows along his face make those sweet lips defiantly amusing.

“I like to keep my word,” he confesses as he lowers his boxers enough to let his erect pierced cock to come out.

I can’t help but admire it as always, the sight of it leaking precum already making me wiggle impatiently.

“Though I’m not sure you can handle it, Kenzie.”

“Try me,” I dare, loving how we always end up doing some sort of challenge with one another.

“Gladly,” he growls as his hands move to grip the sides of my shirt. “But I need you completely naked, Kitten. I have to make sure you’re riddled with marks from me.”

“I’m going to question who’s more possessive,” I mutter at the thought of him leaving kiss marks everywhere.Just to make a certain equipment manager jealous.

“One way to find out.”

Peeling the fabric off my skin rewards me with kisses that make my body flair with heat. Every kiss, suck, nip, and bite builds the suspense, makes the room spin, and the heat around us is like we’re in a pit of fire.

Having his tongue trail down my body, tease my hard nipples, and taunt the inner walls of my thighs drives me crazy. My heart is beeping wildly, and I feel the heat pulsing out of my pussy.

He’s between my legs and inhales deeply. The way his eyes roll at the scent of my dripping cunt, matched with how he licks his lips as if they’re far to dry, is a sight that drives my insides wild.

“I’ve been dying for some dessert,” he breathes as those eyes of pure hunger peek upward to my fascinated face. “I think I should see what the hype is about eating dessert before the main course.”

“Osca— fuck,” I curse before I can finish his name because he doesn’t eat my pussy out slowly at all.

He dives right in, tongue deep, sloppy sucks of desperate need that have my hips buckling and lifting, so he’ll thrust his tongue even deeper inside me.

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