a week or so when he was only a memory.
I braced one hand against his chest and raised my hips, reaching between us to hold him steady as I pushed downward on his cock. I was so wet he slid easily inside.
Kaden reached up and grasped both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, pinching enough to send slivers of pleasurable pain coursing through me. All points led to the joining of our two bodies. I anchored both hands on his abs and rose up enough to take him inside me again. Soon I was pumping up and down on his cock. Each upward stroke of my hips also moved my upper body, but his fingers held firm and stretched my nipples. God, it hurt like heaven, and I made no moves to lessen the pain.
This guy knew how to do it for me. One time he’d be loving and gentle, another he’d be hot and hungry, and yet another he’d be rough and nasty. I didn’t know which Kaden I loved the most. Perhaps all of them.
I picked up the pace until I was slamming into him with every ounce of energy I had. He answered by lifting his hips on my every downward thrust, causing our bodies to roughly connect.
I was on the verge again, when he pinched harder and turned his wrists, twisting my already sensitized and somewhat sore nipples. The orgasm slammed into my body with the force of being hit by a runaway train. His seed emptied into me, and I fell forward onto his chest,
Kaden wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, as our sweat-soaked bodies slid against each other. His chest rose and fell under me, and I was breathing just as hard as he was.
We lay together in a tangle of arms and legs for several minutes before he came to his feet, taking me with him.
“Hold on,” he said gruffly.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he waded out into the cold water of the small cove. As he set me down on my feet, we both cleaned up as best we could without soap and warm water. Then numb from the cold and the sex, we waded back to shore, dried on the warm rocks, and reluctantly dressed.
“I wonder if my spaghetti sauce survived our absence.”
“We just had epic sex twice, and you’re worried about your sauce?” I teased him, pulling a lock of his shaggy hair.
“My three favorite things are fucking, food, and hockey.”
“In that order?”
“Yeah.”
“In that case, I’m sure your spaghetti will fare better than Steele and Cin did.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
I was right. Those two were that rare combination that generated hate at first sight. I think Steele had his work cut out for him, but then again, so did I.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Stripper Dance
~~Kaden~~
I’d had sex in a lot of different places and a lot of different ways, but none of my escapades topped Lanie and me on a beach with gentle waves rolling over us. My dirty imagination conjured up a myriad of hot images of her and me on a tropical island in one of those coves with brilliant blue, warm water.
I’d even slipped into a fantasy where I bought an island in the Caribbean, and we spent the rest of our lives there. Just us, no one else.
Maybe I’d never get that island, but I’d find a way to keep Lanie with me, I vowed. The wedding was tomorrow, and her resolve slipped a little every night we crawled beneath the sheets together or stole a kiss or chatted about something seemingly insignificant. With Lanie, insignificance didn’t exist. I wanted to know everything about her, and I was full of questions. Most she answered freely now that she’d opened those floodgates. She’d attended a private school in DC the majority of her life, graduated in political science from Yale, had a pet toy poodle named Mr. Wiggles she’d left behind, and played the piano.
For two weeks, we lived in undeniable bliss while we denied the deadline looming.
Those two weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Teammates, Sockeyes staff, friends, and family flew in from all over, overtaking the island. I didn’t go anywhere that I didn’t see several people I knew. I worked out in the morning and golfed in the afternoons with teammates. Lanie worked her ass off as the inn operated at full capacity. The morning breakfasts were packed, and Mandy soon discovered how much hockey players