Talk Hockey to Me (Bears Hockey #3) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,16

sarong and then tugged it off me. I draped the big square of fabric over us. All that was between us was my bathing suit bottom.

“I don’t have a condom,” he muttered. “Fuck.”

“I’m on the pill. I got tested…not long ago. You can pull out.”

“Argh.” He sounded choked again. “Okay.”

His fingers slipped into my bikini bottom and tugged it aside and then he was touching me…there.

I let out a soft cry, every nerve ending in my body jumping with pleasure. Heat flowed through my veins. His big, blunt fingers felt so sinfully good, gliding along sensitive, slick flesh.

“You’re so wet,” he mumbled, then kissed me. “So wet and soft.”

His fingertips brushed over my clit and electricity jolted me.

Then we heard noises.

Someone was coming down the path.

We both froze.

“Shhh.” He nuzzled my ear. “It’s okay.”

I nodded. We were deep in the shadows, and if they did see us, it would look like we were making out. They couldn’t see anything. My heart hammered and my pussy clenched with unfulfilled need.

The people didn’t notice us, and their voices faded away as they strolled in the opposite direction.

“All good.” Hunter brushed his mouth over mine. His body vibrated against me, his cock straining in my hand as I stroked him. “I wanna fuck you.”

“Oh God. I need you inside me.”

It was awkward and bumbling, but also hot and thrilling. The risk of being caught added an edge to the excitement. With my suit yanked to the side, he pushed inside me.

Heat rushed through me, my body tightening around him. I made a soft, strangled noise as he withdrew then slid forward again, deeper, stretching me, filling me. I pulled my knee higher on his hip as he moved against me, inside me, his face buried in the side of my neck. He slid his hand down to my ass and gripped me there, holding me for his thrusts.

We couldn’t move a lot, we couldn’t make noise; it was strained and yet so damn erotic. I felt myself get wetter and wetter as he moved faster. We both panted and swallowed the noises we wanted to make, our bodies bumping and grinding. I needed pressure on my clit and I tilted my pelvis.

“Okay?” Hunter murmured in my ear.

“Yes…” I felt the spark of my orgasm deep inside me, caught it, let it build. I squeezed and clenched his thick shaft and his chest rumbled. “There…oh God…”

Unbearable pleasure built, twisting, spiraling up. I dug my fingers into his back, holding on as I went over, jerking, shivering. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder to stop the noises.

“Fuck, Kate, that was hot. I’m close…”

I couldn’t speak, just hung on as he pounded in and out in short, shallow strokes and then he pulled out, gave his cock a few fast jerks and came on my hip. He wasn’t loud, but his gasps of pleasure filled my head and saturated me with satisfaction.

We clung together for long, trembling moments, my legs enervated, my heart still pounding.

“Holy fuck,” he muttered. “Holy, holy, fuck.”

“I know.”

“We just had sex on the beach.”

I couldn’t stifle my giggle. “Yes. Yes, we did.”

He relaxed back onto the lounger, pulling me half on top of him. In the near dark I could make out his smile. “Can’t wait to tell the guys.”

“What!” My head jerked back.

His teeth flashed white and he pulled me back to him. “Kidding. Jesus. I’m not telling anyone about this.”

I huffed. He’d always been so serious and he had such a dry sense of humor, sometimes it was hard to know he was joking

Then he peered at me. “Are you?”

“No!”

“I want to do it again. I mean…” He kissed me. “I want to do you again. All goddamn night.”

A thrill ran through me. He felt the same! This was wild, but it felt right and perfect and…about time. “Let’s go.”

I was sticky and sweaty, and I peeled myself away from him to stand on the sand. I tugged my swimsuit back into place and tied the sarong around my hips again as Hunter zipped up. Then he took my hand and we sprinted back to the resort.

“Let’s go this way.” Hunter pointed to the path on our left.

“Good idea.” Then we didn’t have to go past the bar where we’d left the others.

“Whose room?”

“Good question.” We both had roommates. Except…they’d left together earlier and hadn’t been seen since. “Try yours.”

As soon as Hunter opened the door, we knew this was a mistake. Harley and Kyle were stretched out naked