Page 77 of You Had Me at Hockey

She reaches into the bag and pulls out…a plant. She sets it on the table. “There.”

“A plant? You bought me a plant?”

“Two.” She retrieves another one. “I hope they didn’t freeze on the way over.” She looks around, then moves to deposit that plant on an end table near the big windows. “I thought your apartment lacked something green and alive.”

“They probably won’t be alive for long.” I grimace. “But thank you.” The gesture loosens a small knot in my chest.

“They don’t need much care, I’m told.”

I gather her up into my arms and kiss her again, this time longer…sweeter. “Thank you.” I draw back. “You even made up my bed, so we can get right to it.”

She grins. “That was, in fact, my motivation.”

I smile against her lips. Much as I love fucking her, I don’t want to toss her onto the bed the minute she walks in.

“I didn’t unpack everything,” she says. “The extra bedroom has stuff I didn’t know what to do with.”

“Come on. Let’s go deal with it.” I take her coat, hat, and scarf and hang them up, and we make our way into the spare bedroom. “How are you feeling today?”

“Great!” She wrinkles her nose. “Well. Maybe a tiny headache. An Advil took care of that. How about you?”

“I’m totally fine. So youcan’tkeep up with me.”

“I totally can! I did!”

I grin. “Okay, I concede. You did. I’m impressed. Or scared. Not sure which.”

We unpack more stuff as we talk about last night and make jokes. Then we walk to the nearby Superette to pick up some basic provisions and she helps me put them away. She stays for dinner, which we order in. The food isn’t the best, sadly.

“I guess I’ll get to know the best restaurants in the area.” I poke at the remainder of the limp fries.

“You could ask Easton and Lilly.”

Ugh. “Yeah. I could.”

And then we christen my new bedroom.

I can’t believe I waited this long to drag her into here. Okay, I don’t literally drag her, because she’s just as hot for it as I am. I love that about her.

We grab at each other’s clothes, tossing them aside, stumbling out of jeans and socks. Sara reaches for my package and fondles me through my boxers. “Mmm. You’re so hard.”

“My skate blade’s not the only thing made of steel, baby.”

She starts giggling and nearly falls down. I hold her up, trying not to laugh myself. We tumble onto the bed and roll around, still laughing and kissing and groping each other. Christ, sex is fun with her.

Eventually the laughter fades and things get hotter, dirtier. We’re both naked and rubbing against each other and my dick is so hard I hurt.

“Can you fuck me from behind again?” Sara asks breathlessly. “That was so good…so deep.”

“Oh yeah. I can hit you from behind tonight—I’m okay with a misconduct.”

“Huh?”

I lean my forehead against her, smiling. “Okay, a joke is way less funny when you have to explain it.”

“Aaah! I’m sorry! Tell me what that meant.”

“Later.” I flip her over and kiss my way down the curve of her spine, palming her ass cheeks and then siding my fingers through her wet crease. Ha. That’s dirty too. Dammit. “Feel how wet you are.” I rub back and forth. “So slick and juicy. I want to taste you.”

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