Page 86 of Forecheck
“But,” I continued, “the miniscule cabin that sat on the lot wasn’t nearly big enough for our entire family, or the families our parents hoped for me and my siblings to have one day. Bulldozing it and building something that was more modern and more practical had made the most sense.
“Plus, I’d reminded them the money was mine to do with as I wished.”
“You’ll never learn,” she said with a sarcastic eye roll, and I flipped her onto her back in a swift move, hovering over her.
God, she was beautiful like this. Naked, all that smooth, creamy skin on display, her pale pink nipples peaked under my gaze, begging for my mouth. Her hair, a wild tangle from my hands, fanned out around her head. Those gorgeous blue eyes locked on mine, shining with the love she felt for me.
I’d never thought I’d find this, and now that I had, I never wanted to give it up.
“I want to see it one day,” she said, scratching a nail down my peck and over my nippled, then lifting her head to flick it then the other with her tongue. I groaned and shifted my hips closer, my cock slipping through her arousal.
I fucking loved how wet she got for me, and how easily I turned her on. Where I was perpetually hard in her presence, one little look from my girl turning my cock into marble, she was constantly drenched—making it so goddamn easy to slide home.
Which I did on a slow, languid thrust, and she arched her back, tilting her hips to greet me.
“I’ll take you there whenever you want,” I said when I seated myself fully inside her. “And then I’ll fuck you on every surface in every room.”
A shiver passed through her body, and she wound her legs around my waist, pulling me closer, eliciting matching moans from us both. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Beej. But how about you start right now?”
Never one to deny my girl, I began to move, giving her exactly what she asked for.
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Sweat slid down mycheeks and dripped off the edge of my jaw, landing on my naked chest and mingling with the perspiration already running from my pecs down the ridges of my abs. I moved faster, pushing harder and harder until I was on the verge of bursting.
Only then, when my quads burned and my lungs screamed for air, did I slow my pace to a walk, letting my heart rate return to normal before getting off the treadmill.
The month since Valentine’s Day had passed in a blur of games, rushed dinner dates, and falling into bed with Berkley at night. Sometimes we forwent sleeping in favor of slow love making, and other times we were passed out before we could say “good night.”
Today we were doing dry land workouts to keep us sharp when we were on skates, so I decided to run a few miles as a cool down after Mitch and I hit the weights.
Absently, I wondered if my best friend was still here. I hadn’t seen him since I’d gotten on the treadmill, and I’d been meaning to ask how things with Lexie were going. Since I’d started datingBerkley and Mitch had started doing…whateverwith Lexie, we’d hardly seen each other save on road trips. Being surrounded by teammates wasn’t exactly the ideal time to have a heart-to-heart conversation.
Not that all of us didn’t know each other’s business anyway, but still…some semblance of privacy was nice.
Walking into the locker room, my spirits rose when I found Mitch seated at his stall, freshly showered and fully dressed in his signature jeans, flannel, and backward ball cap. He was so engrossed in his phone that he hadn’t yet noticed me, so I chucked my reusable water bottle at him.
“Ouch!” he yelled, rubbing at where it had smacked him in the kneecap. “What the fuck?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” I said as I strode toward my own stall. “Where the hell have you been?”
Mitch waved his phone in the air as though that explained everything. “Lexie.”
I glanced around. Besides us, a few veterans milled around, having hushed conversations as they got ready to leave.
With the trade deadline approaching, I wondered how different this room would look in a few weeks. How many of my brothers would be wearing different colors, living in different cities and playing for different teams by this time next month?
I shook my head, not letting myself go there. As long as it wasn’t Mitch—or, God forbid, myself—everything would be fine.
“I was actually waiting for you,” Mitch admitted. “We haven’t seen much of each other lately, and I was hoping we could hang out. Get dinner and a few beers or something.”
Brent grinned. “You know, I was thinking the same thing. Give me ten to shower.”
Mitch saluted, holding his phone up again. “I’ll be here.”
Half an hour later, we were seated in a hole-in-the-wall sports bar on the outskirts of the city. We’d been here before and knew no one would pay us any mind. The crowd that came to this place was the blue-collar type—the kinds of men who worked at the local Ford and GM plants, in construction, or at auto shops. They came here after punching out to tie one on and shake off the long day of manual labor.
This wasn’t the steak and potatoes kind of place. It was greasy burgers, finger foods, and questionable fish sandwiches.
