Page 74 of Stick It
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I challenge, pressing my forehead to hers. My hands grab her hips possessively, yanking her into me. I can feel the heat emanating from her core as I drag it along the thick outline of my hardness. “Lie to me.”
Those hazel eyes call to me, liquid pools of green and gold boring into me as her nails dig into my shoulders. To hold me back; to hold herself back—does she even know which?
A fierce battle rages in her eyes.
One second.
Two.
Until she lifts onto her toes and kisses me back with enough force to knock the breath from my lungs.
She kisses me like it’s the only truth she has left, and I take it for what it is. Surrender.
23
DYLAN
I have completely lostmy mind. That, or I managed to knock myself out with a weight plate and this is all some concussion-induced dream. How else can I explain going from ready to kill Griffin one second to practically throwing myself at him? One minute, I’m burning with fury, ready to slap that cocky smirk off his face, and the next, my lips are on his with an urgency I don’t recognize. I’m kissing him like I’ve been starved for it—wild, unrestrained, and without any goddamn sense.
The world spins before I’m pressed against the cold surface of the mirrored wall that runs the full length of the gym. My nipples peak as Griffin crowds me from behind. My gaze meets his heated one in the reflective surface, and what’s staring back at me should scare me. The raw possession. The hunger.
It only makes me want him more.
My initial gasp turns into a moan as he rubs his hard length against my ass. His hands are everywhere—rough and possessive as they grip my waist, my hips, my neck, and I find I like the way he touches me.
No, Iloveit.
He’s not treating me like I’m fragile or breakable, like I’llshatter under his touch. He knows I won’t. He’s seen how I can hold my own on the ice. Clearly, he’s seen more than anyone else has—he’s seen how Fletcher and Monroe come after me. Which means he’s also seen me effectively get out of every hold, every cornering, and every hard slam against the boards. He trusts me to hold my own, and there’s something about that trust that sends a wave of heat crashing through me.
Griffin’s lips sear a path along the column of my neck, teeth scraping across the back of my shoulder. His hands are everywhere—shifting, pulling, pushing me deeper into him. Everything about Griffin is rough and demanding, and I’m suffocating in the heat of it. His breath is hot on my skin as he growls dirty things in my ear, things that should disgust me, but all they do is light the fire inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.
The battle that has been raging inside me is slowly being smothered, the flames extinguished with every squeeze of Griffin’s hands, every brush of his lips against my skin. I know I shouldn’t be letting myself get lost in him—in any of them—but I’m so fucking tired of fighting.
This need, this craving has been building inside me for weeks now, stoked by every incinerating interaction with Jax, each time I catch Griffin staring at me, even the back-and-forth banter with Ethan and Finn’s short but searing kisses. It’s reaching a breaking point, and I’m in need of a release. Desperately.
No more words are shared between us, but wetness gushes between my thighs as I recall the way he growled with all the arrogance of a hockey player, “Youlikeknowing I’ll hurt him for you.”
God damn him, he’s right. It scares the hell out of me—that part of him, the way he revels in the darkness, but it also coaxes me in, draws me closer. No one has ever done what he has for me. No one has ever made me feel like I’m worth that kind ofdark, twisted loyalty. He’s everything I shouldn’t want, yet exactly what I secretly crave.
I moan, loud and wanton, as he pushes beneath the waistband of my Lycra shorts. Thank God we are always the only ones in here at this time, and I don’t need to worry about someone walking in and interrupting this. I don’t think I could stop it now, even if I wanted to.
Which I don’t. I really,reallydon’t.
I’mdesperatefor Griffin’s fingers to dip lower, to slide between my soaked folds and apply pressure where I need him most.
“Fuck, Dylan.” His voice is rough, a low growl in the back of his throat as he teases along the lining of my panties. “You’ve been walking around in these tight little shorts for weeks, teasing me, driving me out of my fucking mind. Every time you move, every time I catch a glimpse of those legs…Christ.” He flattens his palm over my pussy, yanking me against him as he grinds into me. His lips are hot against my ear as he confesses, “Every moment I spend in here with you has been torture.” He nips at my earlobe, eliciting a gasp from me, even as heat pools in my core. “Perhaps it’s time I return the favor.”
His fingers curl, and I practically jump in his hold as he presses against my swollen nub. I can’t help the involuntary shift of my hips as I grind along his length, my eyes hooded as I watch his arm muscles flex in the mirror.Holy— Why is that so sexy?His chuckle in my ear is dark and melodic as he licks a possessive path up the side of my throat. “That’s it, Hurricane. Show me how much you need this.”
“Please.” The word falls unbidden from my lips as I arch against him, lifting my hips in a desperate plea for him to go deeper.
“Please, what?” His tone is mocking, cruel almost, but theunderscore of heat beneath it gives away how close he is to breaking too.
“Touch me. Fill me. Make me come.”
“Christ.” The curse is ripped from his mouth, all semblance of control falling by the wayside as he kicks my feet apart and shoves my panties to the side. “Hands on the mirror,” he barks, already spreading my pussy lips with his fingers.
Palms pressed flat against the reflective surface and his warmth at my back, I tremble as he sinks a finger inside me. “Fuck,” he hisses. “You’re so warm and tight.” His voice is pitched low, like he’s talking to himself as he steadily moves in and out of me. My shorts are so restrictive that it doesn’t allow for much movement, keeping his palm pressed firmly against my clit as he sinks back into my wet heat.
