Hard Checked (Ice Kings #4) - Stacey Lynn Page 0,82

me see how much you need to come, honey,” he croons. He tightens his own grip and curves his other hand around his balls.

God, I want that in person. My mouth waters to taste him. My body craves the feel of him.

It’s only been two days.

Sebastian has turned me into a sex-starved maniac in less than two months.

I close my eyes, picturing him taking me slow like this. Long, deep thrusts that hit the end of me while he presses my hand to the bed at my sides. When he uses his hips to put pressure on me so I can’t move.

And God, the visual alone has me speeding up my movements, flicking on the vibrator.

“Sebastian—”

“That’s it. Faster. Harder. Open your eyes and look at me when you come.”

I manage to pry them open, gasping for breath, choking down my ecstatic cries and when I see the look in his eyes, from so far away but feeling so close, I fall over the cliff.

My orgasm hits, making my sex clench around my vibrator. My hips buck on their own volition, stomach tightens while I force my gaze to stay on him until he pumps his hand once, twice, and three times.

He grunts out a curse, jaw hard and tight, nostrils flared and he comes all over his stomach, leaving a trail of cream I wish I could lick up and taste.

Hot damn. My Hotshot should make covers for sexiest man alive. Except then I’d have to share him, and that’s not gonna happen.

Ever.

I’m keeping the hockey hotshot who scored one goal tonight in his team’s three to two victory.

“Well,” he sighs, rolling to his side and peeling off some tissues in a container on his nightstand. “That was damn entertaining.”

I laugh, tossing my vibrator to the side and sit up. I drape my bed covers over my lap and smile at the view.

Possibly it’s better than any photograph I have hung on my walls.

Once he’s cleaned, he tugs on his black boxer briefs and brings his phone close to him, running a hand through his hair. His cheeks are flushed, beard thick and messy due to playoffs.

I still want to slide my fingers into it and yank him down to my mouth.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, and while I know he’s not talking about my orgasm, I can’t resist.

“Sated. And still horny.”

“I’ll be home in a few days, until then, use that pretty pink toy of yours and think of me.”

“Oh. I will.” My voice goes deep and seductive.

He shakes his head, chuckling at my tone. “Seriously, Gigi. How are you doing?”

I’m roughly eight weeks. Other than extreme exhaustion and a sudden hatred of chicken, I’m feeling pretty well. And lucky, given the stories I’ve read about morning sickness.

“Tired. All the time. I almost fell asleep at the bar tonight and Dad made me take a nap in the office.”

“You’re not working tonight, are you?”

“Dom’s here. I have some notices and ads out for another part-time bartender. I think once I’m through the worst of it, I’ll be fine, but Dad and I still think I need someone else.”

“I agree. You need to take care of yourself.”

“I am. I promise.” Man, he’s so pretty. Some mornings I wake up and imagine the last several months have been one wild dream. Then I get a phone call or text from Sebastian and have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake. “I really miss you.”

Warm, lovely emotions rumble through me. This might be the first time I’ve shown him how much he means to me. It’s not a love declaration, but it feels the same.

“Hey.” Sebastian’s face grows closer as he moves his phone and he frowns. “You okay?”

“Hormones, I think. I’m feeling sappy.”

“I miss you too. A lot. More than I think should be possible, but you need to know that. When I’m here, or when I’m with you, you’re all I’m thinking about. Well, you and the baby.”

Somehow, I needed to hear this. I’m not sure how long I’ll need the reassurance he’s happy with me, not wishing this would have been him and Madison. No way am I asking either. I’m okay with being a chicken.

“I’ll see you soon, right?”

If they win in two days, sweeping four games in the series, he’ll get a small break before the third round.

“As soon as we win, I’ll be home. And then we can do more shopping.”

In the last two weeks, Sebastian and I have already started making lists of