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I’m too comfy to move, and the fact Scott’s not making any overtures about standing up suggests he’s feeling a similar vibe.

I find my way under his layers, stroking my cool hand on his hot stomach enjoying the contented noise it pulls from his body.

He yawns. “You wanna head inside?”

I shake my head against his chest. “No.” My hand moves over the crotch in his sweats. He’s already hard. “I want your cock.”

CHAPTER 33

Scott

What is it about a woman telling you she wants your cock that’s the hottest thing in the entire universe?

I don’t care that there’s a nip in the air—yeah, okay, so it’s only a ‘nip’ because of the heaters, the oversized sweaters, and the giant pod of comfiness we’re in, but still. I want her nails on my skin, I want her to be able to kiss and claw at me, lick and bite my skin.

So, I take off all three of my shirts, leaving me bare-chested on the enormous squishy seat that Ares bought and donated to my Valentine’s Day surprise, along with the extra space heaters as well. I fought him, but in the end, he was right. It’s February in the Midwest. I’m lucky we’re not buried under fifteen feet of snow right now.

And while the blankets on the ground were a cool idea, I don’t think we’d have lasted the whole time without something more comfortable and supportive like this big-ass kidney bean thing and all of the extra heaters and blankets.

Nothing says happy Valentine’s Day quite like “Hey honey, my dick’s frozen into an unsafe-to-fuck dicksicle.”

She’d have flayed me where we lay.

“You are loco, Gizmo, put your clothes back on!” She reaches for my pile of clothes on the ground next to the buffet table, but I stop her, catching her wrist and bringing it to my mouth so I can drag my teeth along her pressure points.

“Loco.”

“Sí,” I reply. It’s one of the few Spanish words I both know and can say without making an ass of myself. Maybe I’ll ask her to teach me properly. Someday. Not, like, right now, but someday. I’d like to be able to talk to her in her first language. I feel like such a dumb fuck some days when she and the guys talk to each other.

I know they think nothing of it, but I’d like for them to not have to dumb it down to English for me all the time.

Athena runs her free hand along the length of my cock in my pants. Ever since I shot my load into my undies a little overeagerly, she has taken to getting my dick super hard in my pants. It’s like she’s trying to make it happen again.

I mean, she could. I’m already hissing through my teeth and tipping my head back, but I’d much prefer to blow my load inside her. Fuck.

Stopping her hand by grabbing it, I flex my eyes wide. “You want me to come, Bright Eyes,” I spear her hair with my fingers. “You’re going to have to do it with your pussy.”

Instead of snapping back at me like I had expected her to, she stares at my crotch, hungry, eager, and removes her leggings.

I shimmy down my pants enough for my cock to bobble free. It’s all-the-way awake; there’s a tiny pool of precum gathered at the tip, and my balls are pulsing with an insatiable need to squirt my cum inside this woman.

Fuuuuuck. Even thinking about her soft but strong as fuck walls gripping my dick makes me lightheaded. I’m so lucky she’s mine.

When I reach to grab her, she stops my hands, moves them up to ear level and tucks them behind my head.

“I want to ride you.”

I swear. This woman has a direct line to my libido and knows how to dial it up to an eleven… hundred.

She positions herself over the top of my cock and drags it through her soaking wet pussy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t whimper.

I’m over six feet tall; I’m one of the best defensemen and fighters in the league and this woman’s pussy makes me whimper like a newborn puppy.

For what feels like forty-three hours and twelve minutes it’s as though that’s all I’m going to get, that she enjoys feeling the tension in my body, coiled like a snake ready to strike. It’s like she’s testing how long I can hold my breath for, how long I’ll keep my hands above my head, how long I’ll wait before I pick her up and spear her onto my dick.

But this is what she wanted. Her body, her choice. If that choice means making me wait until I feel like I might die, then so be it. Turnabout is fair play, though. If she can be a tease, so can I. We’ll see who gives in first.

Thankfully, I don’t have long to wait before she inches herself onto the very tip of my shaft. The nerve endings delight at how she flexes herself around me. She may only have an inch of me inside her, and her legs are straining under the effort of keeping herself at that distance from the ground, but fucking hell I might come just from that.

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