Page 93 of Sleepless Nights and Hockey Fights

He grins, both dimples popping again. “I figured they were on theme. I’m really getting into this whole groom thing.”

“Then let’s get rid of them and move on to the consummation part,” I suggest with a wink.

Bobby doesn’t argue, immediately shedding the tuxedo boxers while I slide my panties to the floor. I take him in from his broad shoulders down to his narrow hips, strong thighs, and fully aroused cock. Clearly enjoying my appreciative gaze, he raises an eyebrow "See something you like?"

Instead of answering, I roll onto my hands and knees and crawl to get an up close and personal look at what we’re dealing with here. Perfection.

Bobby groans my name as I wrap my hand around his length. When I stroke up and down a couple times and run the flat of my tongue across the head, his eyes squeeze shut. "I’m not sure this is going to end well for you if you keep that up.”

I drop my butt to my heels and continue to slowly stroke as I grin up at him. His hips reflexively jerk forward into my touch, and I love that I can turn this powerful athlete into a quivering mess of desire so easily.

"I’m sure you can figure it out," I tease, giving him another firm squeeze.

He narrows his eyes at me. “You know, you act all innocent with those pretty blushes and that soft voice, but inside, you’re one hundred percent vixen.”

I start to laugh, but it turns into an “Oof!” as he springs forward and tackles me to the bed, pinning my arms above my head and nestling his rigid cock between my thighs.

“Nice try, fluffernutter.” He smirks down at me. “But I’m going to be inside you when I come.”

Heat immediately pools in my belly, and I have no desire to fight him on this. Bobby lowers his head and kisses me stupid, eventually rolling so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him. His hands slide to my hips as he thrusts up against me. I drop my knees to the bed and lift up so I can position him at my entrance.

He reaches between us to guide his cock, and we gaze into one another’s eyes as I lower myself to take him completely. The fullness and stretch are so beautiful that I can’t help but sigh.

"I love you so fucking much," Bobby says, voice strained.

My vision goes blurry with burgeoning tears, but I force them back. I don’t want to miss a thing. “I love you too,” I whisper, sothankful I got out of my own way and embraced my chance at happiness.

I roll my hips as I begin to find a rhythm, and Bobby groans beneath me. His hands roam my body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples as I rock against him. When I quicken my movements and begin to ride him for real, his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he starts moaning nonsense words. Despite his loss of mental faculties, his body is completely in tune with mine as he meets my movements with upward thrusts.

I pick up the pace as familiar flutters begin in my core. Reading me so well, Bobby snakes his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit and circling it expertly. The dual stimulation has me gasping, my nails digging into his shoulders.

"Bobby," I pant. "I'm close ..."

"I’m with you," he grunts, his hips jerking more forcefully.

I cry out as my release crashes over me, my body shuddering. Bobby wraps his strong arms around me, continuing to piston up into me as I ride out my orgasm. With a final, deep thrust, he stills, pulsing inside me as he finds his own release.

We cling to each other, both panting like Labradors. Bobby drops soft kisses along my temple while his hands stroke my back and butt. I nuzzle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and savoring his nearness.

When we’ve both recovered somewhat, Bobby rolls us so he’s spooning me, his arms holding me tight and secure. It’s only then that I get my first good look at his new bedroom.

“Um, Bobby?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs into my hair.

“Is that . . . the Gucci logo all over your wallpaper?”

He lifts his head behind me, and I crane my neck to see his satisfied grin. “Yeah. Pretty tight, right?”

I bite my lip and reach a hand up to pat his cheek. “It’s a good thing you’re handsome.”

Epilogue

Bobby

“This suit is the tits.” I run my hand down the lapel of the killer velvet suit in Storm Chasers black. How could I pass it up when it goes so perfectly with my new gold Gucci loafers? “I’m going to be feeling myself all day.”

Dan-O makes a retching noise. Druggy frowns and walks out of the guest room, grumbling something in Russian under his breath. Benny just throws his arm around my shoulders and takes a picture of us in the full-length mirror.

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