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I glance down at his cock, at the precum leaking from the head. Then I look back up at him and smile. “Come anywhere you want.”
There’s a flash of something feral in his bourbon eyes. He lets out a breathy, rough sound.
“Holy hell, princess. If that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “Can I come on your tits?”
I nod, giddy at how much he likes finishing on my chest. I lower to my knees in front of him. He takes over jerking himself, and a second later, he comes all over my breasts. Hot come splashes over my skin as he groans above me.
He mutters a string of curse words before he trails off, panting hard. I gaze up at him and run my tongue along my bottom lip. Water splashes around me. I feel like a goddess getting him to lose his composure like that.
Ryker blinks, and his gaze focuses as he stares down at me. He shakes his head, like he’s in disbelief. “You’re unreal.”
I grin, over the moon at how much he likes me like this. He reaches down and helps me up, then kisses me.
“You are so fucking gorgeous with my come on your tits,” he grits out. I moan.
“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he mutters before kissing me again. Then he grabs the soap, lathers up, and washes me.
We both get cleaned up and step out of the shower. Ryker wraps me in a towel before he goes to dry himself off. Tingles flash through my tummy at how attentive he is. How much he dotes on me. How he goes out of his way to prioritize my pleasure, my wants, my needs.
I think about how I couldn’t stand him when we met. And now he’s the guy who makes my heart beat faster. He’s the guy who makes me hot all over.
He cradles my face in my hand. “You okay?” he asks.
I smile and try not to think about how my friend with benefits gives me more butterflies than my ex-boyfriend ever did.
“Yeah, just hungry for breakfast,” I say.
“Then let’s get you fed, princess.”
Chapter 39
Ryker
Coach Porter blows the whistle, ending practice.
“Bring it in, gentlemen.”
We all circle around him.
“Well done. That’s the kind of energy I like to see,” he says. “Especially after a string of away games and a blizzard that set us back a day. I love the hustle I saw from you all today.”
He crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze focusing. “We’re heading into this month with a great record. I feel confident about where we are right now. If you keep this up, we’ll enter the playoffs very strong.”
Excitement fires up inside of me. I haven’t been to the playoffs in years. I’m confident we’ll make it there—we’re one of the best teams in the league.
And once we’re there, I’m going to play my ass off to help us make it to the finals.
“One more thing,” Coach Porter says before dismissing us. “Casino Night is in two weeks. This is a huge fundraising event for the team, and your attendance is mandatory.”
Casino Night is an event that multiple professional hockey teams host every year. Fans of the team pay to attend so they can meet the players, coaches, and other team staff. Players aredealers for some of the casino games so they can interact with fans in a fun setting. All the money raised goes toward the Cancer Research Foundation, which the Bashers partner with every year.
“Dress code is black tie,” Coach Porter says. “That means tuxes, gentlemen. And absolutely no sneakers. Significant others are welcome to attend. Everyone must be eighteen and older. No kids.”
He dismisses us, and we head to the locker room to get cleaned up.
“I’m gonna win big at Casino Night,” Camden says while shedding his gear.
Del frowns at him. “We don’t gamble with real money.”
