Page 54 of Slapshot
His hands roamed across my breasts and down over my ass, fingertips tracing the crack and making me shudder.
“We’re supposed to be inside,” I gasped as he teased the hem of my dress. “And Dante will kill us both if we get caught and cause a sex scandal.”
“Worth it,” he muttered as he mouthed his way along my collarbone. I groaned and pushed at his pecs, not wanting to stop, but knowing we needed to.
“Your truck.”
He glanced up, brow furrowed for a moment before he clearly came to the same conclusion I did. He’d parked at the back of the lot where it would be difficult for attendees to see.
Hand in hand, we all but ran toward his ride and dove into the back seat. As I slammed the door, he worked his buckle, pushing his pants and boxers off his hips and pulling me over him. My skirt rode up as I positioned him beneath me and sat down hard, pulling a lusty sigh from both of us.
“You’re turning me into a sex fiend with your magic dick,” I said, grinding against him.
“You always were, you just needed the right person to bring it out in you.”
I slapped his chest and he caught my hands, wrapping them behind my back as he pushed up into me. His pubic bone rubbed against my clit in this position, and I dropped my forehead to his shoulder, panting as sparks flew through my body.
“Come on, baby, give it to me.” He was all around me. His arms wrapped me tightly as his breath coasted over my ear. He bit my lobe, and I came with a curse on a shuddering breath.
As usual, he rode out my orgasm before giving into his own, and when we were both floating in post-orgasmic bliss, he reached into his pants pocket for a handful of tissues.
“I stole them from the restrooms after you sent me that picture,” he said by way of explanation as he cleaned me with gentle wipes. “You have no idea how much I want to take you back inside with my cum dripping down your legs, but I’ll just have to make do with the knowledge that we’ll be doing that again as soon as we get home.”
I kissed him sweetly as he continued to clean me up, marveling at how someone could be so considerate and so dirty all at once. I loved all the facets of Cian O’Leary.
And that thought didn’t scare me anywhere near as much as it used to.
Cian
“Nice flow, Disney Princess,”Colorado’s left defenseman, Aiden Fowler, jeered as he took me into the boards for the third freaking time this period. The asshole was a friend of Chet Doyle, and didn’t that say everything about his character. He’d been at me all game, but since I’d already managed to score a goal and an assist, and Constantine hadn’t let through a single puck, it was easier to keep my cool. I wasn’t aiming for a Gordie Howe hat trick tonight. I had plans with Blair after the game to distract her from thoughts of tomorrow.
“Maybe pay a little less attention to me, and a little more to Parry. He’s a sieve tonight. You may as well warm up the bus.”
Fowler growled, and I used his distraction to send the biscuit down the guts of the ice to Miller. The crowd screamed “It’s Miller Time!” as he lined up his shot, and I shoved Fowler off me with a nasty grin.
“Distraction will cost you.”
I moved to the middle of the ice to intercept the puck as Parry finally managed to block a shot.
Nothing beat the thrill of playing in front of a home crowd. The cheers of the fans echoed through the barn, amping up the adrenaline, and forcing us to skate faster, shoot harder. The cold air bit at my cheeks as I skated across the red line, determined to put another point on the board before we headed to the locker room.
Fowler was hard on my ass as I chased down the puck, and as I stretched my stick out to pull it in, the world fell off kilter. My skate stopped and my body overbalanced. I was moving too fast, and the corner of the rink where the boards met the ice rose to meet my face. A crack shuddered through my body, but there was no time for panic.
Just darkness.
I came to as my body was rolled face up and lifted. Oh, I was on a stretcher. When had that happened?
Oscar’s concerned face hovered over me, but when I tried to turn my head, it wouldn’t move.
“You have a brace on, just chill here, my man. They’re going to get you checked out by the doc.”
He grasped my hand, and I wondered what happened to my gloves.
The crowd screamed their support as I was carted off the ice.
“What happened?”
“Fucking Fowler tripped you, the dirty piece of shit.” Oscar didn’t let much bother him, but he was loyal to a fault. No one messed with his people.
