Hooking - Kristine Allen Page 0,63

as he spun and laid me on the mussed bed. More savage than he’d ever been with me, his teeth and tongue both ravaged me and soothed me. Large, callused hands gripped my tits and squeezed as he rolled my already hard nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

“Please,” I whimpered as he settled between my legs. His mouth found mine, and he inhaled my gasp as his cock nudged at my opening, then plunged inside.

Like an animal, I clawed at his back in an effort to get closer, consume him. This was no sweet, playful romp; this was animalistic sex at its finest. Rough, angry, and needy, he thrust into me, raised on one elbow. His hand held my head in place while the other hooked my leg and raised it. It changed the angle so he was going deeper—harder.

Lost in the sensory overload of his pounding cock, his blue eyes locked on mine, the sound of skin on skin, and the scent of sex, I happily succumbed to the tidal wave that was bearing down on me. When the dam broke, bliss in its purest form flooded me, and I drowned in the pulses of ecstasy that shook me.

He only paused a moment as I squeezed around his thick length and arched into him. When he resumed it was with a ferociousness he’d never shown before.

“You. Are. Fucking. Mine,” he gritted out as each stroke slammed him into me. Then he stilled, his eyes flew open wide, and he jerked out of me, leaving me empty and whimpering. Hot streams of his come landed on my belly and between my tits.

It was then that I understood his reaction and why it had felt so fucking good.

“Shit.”

“You didn’t….” I sputtered.

“I mean, I think I caught it in time.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m on the pill. I’m more worried about, uh, I mean,” I stuttered, trying not to sound callous, but shit. What if he had something? It had already crossed my mind earlier, so I didn’t understand how I’d been careless a second time in one night.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he dropped his head to my chest. “I’m clean. I swear. We had to get tested at the beginning of the season.”

His dark head rose, and his bright blue eyes locked with mine. “There hadn’t been anyone in a while before I got tested, and no one since. I promise.”

My heart sputtered and seemed to stop. Then it took off at a gallop as I stared at him hovering over me. He was so beautiful, it almost hurt.

“Things have changed,” he started as he wet his lips.

Blinking rapidly, I sucked in a breath. “What do you mean?”

“I meant what I said.” His fingers tried to smooth my hair and pulled free the damp strands stuck to my face. “This is new for me, and I know I’m gonna fuck it up, so bear with me, but I don’t want casual. I don’t want to imagine another man doing this with you. I don’t want to do this with anyone but you. You’re mine, Sydney. No one else’s. You understand?”

Unable to form words as my eyes filled with tears, I could only nod.

The kiss that followed said everything we needed it to say.

We were a team.

“Free Fallin’”—Tom Petty

I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said I wasn’t terrified. My history with women wasn’t overly successful, for many reasons. Nor was my trust in relationships solid. Yet, the thought of not having Sydney to talk to, hold, and yeah, fuck was awful.

Worse was the thought of her finding someone else and having those things with them.

Imagining it left me aching and sick to my stomach.

I hadn’t planned on fucking her raw either, but I didn’t regret it for a second.

It had left me feeling on top of the world, and I’d been on fire during practice.

“Goddamn, Kosinski. You’re on your motherfucking game today. What’s got you so driven?” Halvorson asked as he sprayed water over his sweat-covered face.

Glancing off to the side, I shrugged. “Guess I didn’t like losing last week.”

“Fair enough. Well, keep that drive at tonight’s game.” He actually gave me a fist bump and skated off for the locker room. It left me so shocked, I stood on the ice with my mouth hanging open. McGregor came flying up and sprayed ice all over me.

“Fucker.” I laughed as I shook the ice from my face and hair. He chuckled breathlessly. We’d worked our asses off this morning. I