Page 20 of Full Body Check

I giggle at that, somewhat from nerves, but mostly because it’s funny, and sit up, hugging on the comforter to cover myself. “You made me like you, Brewer. I do, I like you. You. The person. And that wasn’t part of the deal.”

I probably should’ve prepared some before speaking. Then again, maybe not, because my slight embarrassment and not-really-mad anger is more than worth his breathtaking reaction.

His smile takes every muscle in his face and could shame the brightest of stars, but what’s most striking… is its authenticity. Brewer Hayes, the rich, famous, NHL superstar isn’t smirking — coy, smug, sure of himself, or anything of the likes — he’s, just smiling. Just him. Just happy… With his thoughtful stare steady, and his voice only one step above a hoarse whisper, he seals my fate.

“Forget what I said before; really like what you have to say, naked-plank or not. Quick check, though, you still gonna like me if I now heave out ‘Thank God’ in relief?”

“Depends,” it doesn’t, “are you relieved that I like you or that’s all I’m mad at you about?”

“Both.”

“Then yes.” The twinkle in my tone rivals the one in his eyes. “Which sucks, right?”

“Um, no, not right. Wrong. Very, very wrong. I’m happy as hell, Gracelyn. I thought I was stranded on what-the-fuck-is-happening-island alone.” He scoots closer, hauling me against him with a single, deft move of one big, arm. Why do you think it sucks?”

“Because,” I sigh, “I’m leaving soon, going home, hundreds of miles away. Me back to my life, there, you back to your life, here. We weren’t supposed to even entertain ideas of a PartTwo… and look at us. You know where we went wrong, don’t you? We shouldn’t have talked. Big no-no,” I tsk while he laughs. “Should’ve left the raunchy song playing.”

He pulls me on top of him and buries both hands in my hair, holding my face right above his. “Should’ve acted like my house impressed you then.”

“You should’ve called me Gracie, like everyone else,” I whisper, falling fast.

“Should’ve pretended to be a huge hockey fan, a groupie even,” he groans in my mouth, then devours it.

I’ll worry about my worries later, but in this moment — his lips strong, tongue wild, and dick hard — I turn off everything except instinct and reach down to take him in hand, lifting up just enough to guide him inside me.

“That’s it.” I don’t recognize my own voice, graveled with delirium. “Sit on that cock, baby.” I follow her gaze, down, and watch, with her, as my dick disappears inside her hot little pussy. “So. Damn. Good,” I groan and squeeze her hips, my own bucking off the mattress, dick hungry for deeper.

And as if knowing where the best view is, my eyes drift upward to her face, to her eyes, lazy and already glazed, waiting on mine. Staring at me with wonder, about what, I don’t know, she craftily, breathlessly, seeks her answer. “Alexa, play the most played song.”

“Playing, “Tribulation, stripped version,” by Matt Maeson,”Alexa outs me. Great fucking song, though, I don’t care what anybody — Lance — says.

And, Gracelyn… my clever, curious, insightful little minx, is in for an eye-opener. I have no idea where she’s been hiding, where she came from, who sent her to me, or if I passed her test she just posed, but she passed mine. Goddamn, did she ever… in a blaze of cosmic irony.

“Ever heard this song?” A note of victory weights my groan as I roll us over, burying her perfect body beneath me and driving inside her; deep, hard, fast… out of control. Out of my mind.

“No,” she gasps, grabbing my arms for anchor, “but I like it. A lot.”

“Me too. And now I know why.”

‘As far as your dark brown eyes can see…’The lyrics speak for me.

Gracelyn has big, beautiful brown eyes. One of the very first things I noticed about her.

‘I think I’m better on my own, but I got so lost in you…’

Is she listening? Does she hear it, realize, that she unknowingly, yet serendipitously, beckoned our story to play, as I get lost in her, physically and metaphorically? That her little plan beautifully backfired?

“Brewer, what… God, Brewer…” She stares into my eyes as she moans, admits, and surrenders all in the same long breath.

“Right here, baby. Right. The. Fuck. Here,” I take her rough, as deep and hard as I can, yet not near enough of either, driven by something, some unknown force, bigger than me. “Fuck, Gracelyn,” I pound deliriously, fingers flying to her clit and working just as wildly, “come for me, baby. Now. Fuck, now, Gra-, come, all over my cock,” I beg, roaring like a beast and flooding her perfect pussy as it milks me dry.

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