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“I’m counting on it.”
Her sweet smile morphed into a smirk. “You’ll have to convince me.”
“Convince you?” I drawled. “How about I fuck you from behind, so I get to watch our cum leaking out of you?" Precum dripped to her thigh, and I reached down to rub it into her skin. "How about I teach you the real meaning of sensitive when I drill you into this fucking couch?”
June pulled me in for a real kiss, stars exploding between us, before I handled her body with ease, rolling her over to see…
Fuck. She was shiny with cum. I throbbed at the sight, and I rubbed the head of my cock against her. Her thighs trembled every time I dragged my cock through the mess.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, her head in her arms.
“We'll have to go slow,” I told her. “Repeat after me—slow.”
“Slow,” she choked out and I sank into her. I was fucking sensitive too, but it was too good to stop. Easing out, I wrapped a hand around her throat. The sound of her filled with cum mixed with her moans was fucking obscene. I loved it.
“Is my baby okay?”
Weakly, she nodded.
“Good girl.” I pushed into her again. “This'll be a long round so just relax. Let me use you. ”
CHAPTER 69
BEAR
THE ORIGINS OF BEAR CUB
After practice,June usually took videos for social media, preferring to catch the team when we were too tired to say no. I used to be in that group, rolling my eyes when I saw her motioning to her phone.
Things changed. I hurried to throw on clothes, my hair still dripping from the shower, shoving my stuff in my bag to see June.
“You’re going to slip and crack your head open,” Fridge warned.
Ignoring him, I left the locker room to find her.
It was insane how different the Colo looked now that we had a real coach. Workers bringing in new equipment, people bustling around the arena, my coach’s booming voice nearby, talking with his assistant coaches after practice. The place was actually alive, thriving.
And there June was, waiting outside the locker room.
“Bear Moreau!” She smiled that breathtaking smile, her phone raised. “What are you most excited for with the upcoming season?”
“Kiss,” I said, cutting the distance between us.
“That’s not a real answer—” she giggled, stepping back when she realized I wasn’t slowing down. “I’m on the clock—Bear!”
My fingers snaked around her throat, and I bent low to press my lips to her skin, inching up her neck. Her breaths were shallow, I could taste her heartbeat. I wanted to bite her, but I was already doing a number beneath her clothes, I had to take what I was given and be satisfied with it.
“Coach is coming,” she blurted out and we broke apart. Breathless, June asked him the same question while he strolled through the arena, his loud crew right behind him on their way to his office.
“The goal horn.” A lofty grin crossed his face. “Keep it professional, you two!”
“You heard him.” She swatted my hand when I tried to cup her ass. “Say something for the camera.”
Usually I gave a one-word answer and she had to coax something better out of me, but I hesitated. It was the first hockey season I wasn’t looking forward to because June wouldn’t be living on campus anymore. I didn’t know what to say.
“What’s the question?” Elijah demanded, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. He nodded along to June. “Easy answer, Bear’s pumped to be my defense partner?—”
I snorted. “Uh-huh.”
