Page 68 of Forecheck
I huffed out a laugh. “That obvious?”
“Other than the fact that your eyes look like storm clouds and that sigh a second ago was loaded with sexual frustration, it’s pretty obvious.” She gestured to my lap, where my cock pressed conspicuously against my fly. “And as much as I’d love for you to pull this truck over and fuck me in the backseat, my body needs a break. My legs and stomach are so sore.”
“What about your pussy?”
Berkley barked out a laugh. “That, too.”
“What can I say?” I gave her a smirk. “I’m just that good.”
I felt more than saw Berkley roll her eyes. “You’re definitely something.”
“Thanks for coming with me this weekend,” I said. “We both needed it.”
“We definitely did,” she said, then turned her attention out the windshield, watching as we pulled up to her building. “Unfortunately, now it’s time to hunker down.”
“We’ll be okay,” I reminded her.
“Of course we will be,” she said with a soft smile and got out of the truck. I followed, taking her suitcase from the backseat and following her into the lobby, intent to walk her to her door.
When we reached the elevator, she turned and said, “Are you sure it’s a good idea if you come up? Actually, don’t answer that. I know it’s not.”
“And why is that, Ms. Daniels? Afraid you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”
Berkley scoffed. “I’m not the one I’m worried about.”
I chuckled but didn’t refute her. Now that I’d had her completely, I’d become insatiable. Being away from her for even a second would be excruciating.
And not just because the sex was hot, mind-blowing, and a million other adjectives that could never come close to describing what it was like to sink into her body, to have her wrapped around me, moaning my name as I made her come again and again…and again.
No, our relationship had shifted this weekend. Sharing secrets in the darkness between bouts of fucking, being holed up in that tiny snow-covered cabin in the woods—it had brought us closer together. I couldn’t help thinking that wasn’t only the first time I’d had sex with someone new, but also thelasttime I’d have sex with someone new.
“Brent?”
Berkley’s voice pulled me from my reverie, and I shook my head.
“Fine,” I said at last. “I won’t go up with you. But know that I’m walking away from you right now under extreme protest.”
For maximum effect, I stuck out my bottom lip, but Berkley only laughed, shoving me playfully.
“Go away, you goon.”
I caught her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. “Bye, babe,” I said against her mouth.
“See you soon.”
I stood in the center of the lobby and watched until she disappeared behind the elevator doors before heading back to my truck.
I was distracted on the ride home, thinking about Berkley and our getaway, and how I couldn’t wait to do it again. I gave myself those five minutes across the city to fantasize, to reminisce, but the instant I walked into my apartment, I put my game face on.
After unpacking and starting a load of laundry, I settled myself in my office and got to work responding to emails. When I’d sufficiently cleared my inbox, my phone range, and the readout showed my agent’s name.
The moment I answered, he ran away with the conversation, throwing more information at me than I could possibly process at once. Given the way I’d spent my weekend, I was already struggling to focus, and I took the opportunity to zone out as he prattled on, sweeping my eyes around my office.
My gaze landed on the wall calendar that broke my schedule down month by month during the season. Two weeks from now, Thursday through Sunday were blacked out with no NHL games scheduled.
All-Star Weekend.
I grinned, my next opportunity to whisk Berkley away on another getaway staring me in the face.
