Page 60 of Hat Trick
He makes quick work of my clothes and his, until he's hovering over me, naked, my hands still stuck to the sides of my head.
"Em, I can't..." In an instant I understand. He wants this to be good for me. He wants to get me off 100 times before he does.
"Please." I beg, the tortured look in his eye is enough. "Please, Carter. Please fuck me. I need it." I risk it and wrap my arms around his shoulder, my legs wrapping around his hips and pulling him closer.
He closes his eyes, wincing in pain.
I run my thumb over the wrinkle in his brow. "Next time, I promise, you can be gentle. Right now, I need rough. I need you. I need everything you need to give me." I'm desperate for him. I'm desperate to let loose these emotions and feelings we've been repressing for months. I don't need gentle. I need raw.
And that's enough. That permission to do it the way he thinks it should be done next time, is enough to unleash the beast. He slams his hips forward, quads meeting my glutes. And I strangle a scream. The size of him, stealing the breath from my lungs. He's thick, and the stretch is painful, but exactly what I need. This thing has been building between us since he first walked into the daycare center. Fuck, for me it started years before that when he was the star in all of my self-care sessions. To finally be here, experiencing the brutal exquisite punishment that is Carter Rhodes, is overwhelming. To feel his skin under my hands, his weight on top of me. It's more than I could ever imagine. Unbidden, tears fall from my eyes.
He groans, pressing his forehead to my temple.
"Fuck, baby girl, you feel so goddamn good." He hasn't moved yet, giving me time to adjust to his size, but his entire body is vibrating with repressed need.
"Carter," I choke out.
"Fuck! Em!" He shouts. The final ounce of his control vanishing. He snakes one arm beneath one knee and folds it to my shoulder, while pushing my other leg straight down between his, before setting apunishing rhythm. His hips slam into mine at a primal rate. The angle pushes him deeper than I've ever experienced, and each punishing thrust slams into my G-spot. I gasp and whine. He grunts and groans. My orgasm starts fast and sharp in my lower belly and I know I won't last.
"Fuck. Baby girl. Not gonna last. Need you." He grunts out between thrusts.
"Yes! Yes!" I shout. It's the only word I can remember. I'm vaguely aware of digging my nails into his back, of grasping at him. My subconscious trying to get him closer, to envelope him inside of me, body and soul.
"Fuck. Em. Come for me." His voice is low and possessed and full of urgent need. And it's enough to push me over the wave. My orgasm breaks with a cry, my toes curling, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream. He gives me two more brutal thrusts before he stills, his cock swells and he spills into me.
We're still for a few, long moments, catching our breaths. He releases the leg that was bent to my shoulder before collapsing on top of me.
"Ugh. You're too heavy." I grunt, trying to push him off of me.
He chuckles before rolling to the side of me, his arm and leg still draped over me, possessively. His forehead remains pressed to my temple. We bask together in our post-orgasm glow until our breathing evens out and the sweat begins to dry.
"Fuck. Emily. I love you so fucking much." He whispers into my ear, peppering sweet kisses along my cheek and jaw. I freeze. I know you can't trust what a guy says during sex, but this is after. After a mind-blowing orgasm, sure, but did he mean it?
He takes my chin in his hand, the way he likes to, and turns my face to face his. "I know you're not there, yet. But I want you to know. I'm ready when you are. I think I've loved you since the first day you took my panicked and petrified ass and helped me. You were there for me unlike anyone I've ever met. I think I've been falling in love with you since that day, no matter how hard I tried not to." He gives me a quick kiss on my lips before more tears leak out. He gives me a warm smile before wiping them away with his thumb.
"I just want you to know where I'm at. And whenever you're ready to catch up, I'll be here waiting." He flops onto his back with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. He tugs me closer to him, wrapping his arm around me and bringing my head to rest on his hard chest.
Besides his heart hammering under his chest, he's the picture of relaxation. Content smile, eyes closed, breathing even. While my mind races a hundred miles an hour.
All three of my guys have confessed to loving me in one shape or form. Gabe, making love to me the other night. Luca calling me his future wife.
But what about me? Do I love them, too? I'm sure that I do, but something is holding me back, keeping me from admitting to them that I love them. I try to catalogue my racing emotions. I don't feel worthy of their love. I'm afraid if I say it out loud, it'll hurt more when...whatever this is...eventually ends. Because it has to end, right? There's no happily-ever-after with one woman and three men, right? Would they share me forever? I'd have three boyfriends? Three husbands? What would the team think? What would the public think? Oh God, the paparazzi and gossip bloggers would have a field day. What about our families? What would my dad and brother think? Idon't even know Gabe's family. Luca's family knows about me, but not that I'm involved with the other two. God, this is a fucking nightmare.
"Your thoughts are too loud, baby girl." Carter rumbles sleepily, kissing my hair. "Worry about everything tomorrow. Right now, right here, it's just you and me."
I take a shaky breath in and let it out. Right here, right now. I let my fingers play with Carter's soft chest hair. I listen to his breathing. I smell the unique citrus scent that is Carter. I feel the warmth of him against my naked skin.
"Better." He smiles before dragging the comforter up over us. "Good night, baby girl." He whispers before his breathing evens out.
It is a good tonight. But what about tomorrow?
Chapter thirty-three
Emily
Annie and I pick our way through the crowd before the game. The boys got us a seat right on the ice again in the Titan's family section. I've got a pair of noise cancelling headphones for Annie and a large tote of things for her. She'll probably crash halfway through the game, and I'll take her to the nursey to sleep it off.
The lights are on, and the music is loud, but the boys haven't come out yet for their pregame warmups. I sit in the hard plastic chair and set Annie up on my lap. I hand her a teether and look around the arena. Fuck, I love hockey. The game, the skill, the blood, sweat and tears the boys literally leave on the ice, the fans, the game-day excitement. I can't believe this is my life.
