Page 50 of Better Not Pout
I nod. “For sure. I would’ve been squeezing my thighs together the entire time watching you skate across the ice. So much power. All intense and sexy.”
Shit, I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.
Wells leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “I suggest you hit those pucks into the net right the fuck now, Rosalie Sullivan, or I’m going to throw you over my shoulder and take you back to the cabin and fuck the shit out of you.”
An involuntary shiver racks my body at the low, deep timbre of his words filled with promise.
He nips at my earlobe before adding, “Stop taunting me, baby.”
Okay, but all I want to do now is exactly that until he follows through on that promise.
“Can you two leave each other alone for five seconds so we can start the damn game?” Zander yells from across the pond, and I glance over, my cheeks flaming red.
Shit. We’re supposed to be playing a game with his family, not engaging in our version of foreplay.
Wells steps back, giving me a light smack on my ass as he places his hands on my waist and skates us into a circle with him behind me.
“Hit the puck into the net. Just like I showed you.”
He slides his palms along my arms and positions me where I need to be, then takes a step back.
I’m doing my best to ignore how turned on I am and instead focus on the task at hand.
Pulling my stick back, I hit the puck as hard as I can, wobbling slightly on my skates from the force, and watch as it sails into the net, narrowly missing the metal frame, but inside nonetheless.
“Fuck yeah, baby!” Wells yells as he grabs me around the waist and picks me up, spinning me around in a circle like we just won a freaking Stanley Cup and not a goal on a frozen pond at his family’s house. “A fucking natural. Look at that.”
I giggle, rolling my eyes at the dramatics. “It was one shot.”
“Yeah, and one shot is all it takes.” He spins toward his brothers and lifts a brow. “You see my girl make that shot? You guys are fucked.”
“Wells!” I cry, slapping his shoulder. “Play nice.”
“The only thing I’m playing tonight is you. Now, let’s finish this game so I can take you back to the cabin and spend the rest of the day with my face buried in your pussy. I’m going to have to play with a half-hard dick after watching you hit that puck like that, Rosalie.”
I shake my head as he sets me down onto my feet and hands me the stick I dropped, tossing me a wink.
I’m not sure what is more concerning… how much I like being his, how much I’m enjoying spending time with his family, how easy it is to be with him, or the fact that in a couple of weeks, it might all end, leaving me with a bruised heart that I never signed up for.
nineteen
. . .
Wells
A Very McCoy Christmas
“You lookadorable.”
Adorable? For fuck’s sake, my girl thinks I look adorable?
Puppies are adorable. Cute kids are adorable. Hell, bunnies are adorable.
The guy who made her come on his face just a few hours ago isn’t fuckingadorable.
Rosalie giggles when I shoot her a look, tucking her long, dark hair behind her ears as she shrugs. “What? You do!”
She’s the one who looksadorable, sporting a Santa hat and a pair of reindeer slippers that are too damn big for her feet.
