Page 136 of Lucky Shot
“Please?”
“I don’t think you’re ready yet,” I tease.
Her expression is predictably annoyed. “I’m so ready I could come just looking at you.”
“Now there’s an interesting challenge.”
She gives me another haughty, exasperated glare.
“But not tonight.” I crawl back over her, inadvertently the head of my cock nudges her entrance and we both still.
Her expression pleads even before she does. “I’m begging you, Nick.”
I push into her tight pussy, just the tip. Holding back is probably torturing me more than her. I keep it up, giving her just enough to have her climbing toward an orgasm but not enough to get there.
“Nicholas Galaxy!” She screams my name more like a threat than a beg, but it gets my attention.
“There you go, Red.” I drive into her.
“Really? Your name was the magic word?” She starts to laugh but when I push fully inside her, the sound is lost to a whimper.
“Needed to make sure you knew which hockey player you were fucking.”
I find her mouth and communicate all the things I want to say but don’t through kisses that feel soul deep. She keeps begging. “More.” “Harder.” And again, “Nicholas Galaxy.”
I never want to stop. My heart is in my throat and my pulse pounds in my ears. We come together in a scream of words and moans that make little sense.
She clings on to me as we catch our breath. I bury my head in the nape of her neck and I breathe her in, promising myself I’ll remember all of it.
By the time we pull apart, I’m wrung out physically and emotionally. And judging by Ruby’s heavy lids, I’d say she is too.
I get up and go to the bathroom, then come back with a washcloth to clean her up. When I’m done, I untie her hands and throw Trav’s jersey in the direction of her suitcase. I probably just guaranteed she’ll wear it again, if only to get a reaction. That’s fine. I’d gladly fuck her wearing every single one of my teammates’ jerseys to get the message across. She belongs with me.
I leave her once more, this time to grab something I left in the kitchen. When I reenter the room, she’s sitting up. Her cheeks are flushed and lips puffy. I toss it into her lap, and she holds up the jersey I brought with me in front of her. Mine.
“Maybe next time I should tie you up.” She tries for a smirk but the sadness in her expression doesn’t quite allow for it.
If there’s a next time, she can have whatever she wants.
31
RUBY
“What a mess,” I mutter under my breath.
The room. Me.Everything.
My sister is on her way over to our parents’ house to help me pack before the convention and it looks like my closet exploded. I could make some parallel to my heart having also exploded but I think shredded is a better description for the way I’ve felt since leaving Moonshot.
“Aunt Ruby!” Greer yells as she runs through the living room to my open bedroom door. She has a brownie in one hand that she holds out to me.
“For me?”
She nods. “Gigi made them.”
“Thank you.” I hug her to me as I take a bite and groan. My parents might be the chefs in the family, but my grandma Gloria makes the best brownies.
Greer giggles as I take another giant bite, moaning and throwing myself back onto the bed with great exaggeration. It really is that good.
