Page 13 of Fake Out Hearts

“It is. That was when I signed my first ever NHL contract,” I say, and I can’t help smiling about it. It was a long time ago now, but I still remember how on top of the world I felt that day. It took years of blood, sweat, and tears to make it to the NHL, but I did it.

“Wow. I didn’t realize you’d been playing professionally this long,” she says. “No offense,” she adds in a hurry.

I laugh and kiss her forehead again. “None taken. Most people don’t know much about my career before the Aces. Even hardcore hockey fans like you.”

“I hope to learn,” she says, her eyes locked on mine, and it does something to me. This woman is full of surprises, and I’m not really sure what I did to make her so interested in me, but I can tell she means it. She’s not just saying the things she thinks a star hockey player would want to hear like some of the other girls I’ve been with over the years.

“I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” I say, surprising myself. There is something about Becca that makes her so easyto talk to, so disarming. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but she defuses me, makes me feel like I can let my walls down. Even just a little bit. And it feels great to let go of some of that tension.

“Anything?” she whispers, her eyes drifting to my left arm, and I already know where she’s going.

“Anything,” I insist, but when her fingers sweep to the two golden rings joined together on my bicep, it still summons a little stab of bittersweetness.

“Was this one for when you got married?” she asks.

“When we got engaged, actually.” I don’t know what else to say that I haven’t already told Becca about. I made my peace with that part of my life, but I don’t talk about it often for a reason.

“So, then this one…?” She trails off, her fingers running over the pair of dates beneath the rings.

“One for the day we married, another for the day we got divorced. Yeah.”

Becca presses her forehead against me, staring deeply into my eyes with a mixture of admiration and tenderness. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being so open. I mean, we technically just met and all,” she says, and we laugh together. “But seriously, I appreciate it. Maybe it’s weird to say, but it’s inspiring,” she says, and I feel myself getting hard again inside her.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you can get through that and still be one of the best hockey players in the NHL, it makes me think I’ll be okay too,” she says without any idea just howoffI’ve been lately. If anyone’s in need of inspiration, it’s me. And it’s probably way too soon to even be thinking this way, but I can’t help wondering if she could be the thing to finally pull me out of the funk I’ve been in—if she could give me a reason to want to play again.

“You’re going to be more than okay,” I tell her, and nudge my nose against hers.

“How do you know that?”

“Because you’re way too fucking amazing for the world not to see it,” I say, and she chuckles but it’s forced, so I look her right in the eyes. “I mean it, princess. Don’t ever let anyone or anything take your light away.”

“Theo,” she whispers as a tear streaks down her cheek, and then her lips are on mine again. My cock swells inside her in response, and Becca moans into my mouth as I stretch her.

When there’s a pause in the kiss, I pull back. “If it takes doing this with you all night to get you to believe me, I will. I don’t want you to just know how amazing I think you are. I want you tofeelit.”

“I want that too,” she says, sending a rush of blood to my cock.

“Then I think I’d better find another condom,” I say and don’t hesitate. I pull gently out of her and hurry to the bathroom to get rid of the used condom and dig another out of my overnight bag. I roll it on and head back to the bed where I find Becca lying on her back with her knees spread, welcoming me in.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I groan. “I want you all night.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she teases, so I climb over her and hover there, notching my swollen cock head against her entrance.

Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as she pulls me into her. We moan together as I slide inside, and she’s already loosened up enough that I can take a few easy strokes to warm up. Becca chews her lip and nods at me, encouraging me. But as hot as it is, I want more.

I pull out and lift her off the bed to spin her onto her hands and knees. Becca seems surprised at first but doesn’t fight it. She actually looks over her shoulder at me, still with her lip lockedbetween her teeth, and I lose it. My hands clap onto her beautiful ass to grope it, and she moans in response.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” I ask and give her cheek a clap. She whimpers but doesn’t say anything, just arches her back, practically begging me back into her. “Good girl,” I say as I line up and slide inside, forcing a long, low moan out of her.

She buries her face in the pillow to drown out the noise, but I don’t give a damn who hears—I want the whole hotel to know how amazing I’m making this woman feel. And more importantly, I want her to feel how amazing she is, just like I told her.

So I keep pounding away at her, my hips clapping against her cheeks, until the whole room echoes with her moans. Not even the pillow is enough to muffle them.

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