You Had Me at Hockey (Bears Hockey #2) - Kelly Jamieson Page 0,74
I taste and tease, suck and nibble, then lick all over. My stiff cock is prodding her entrance and she’s the one who reaches down to guide me inside, lifting her knees as she does so.
“Aw fuck…” Fiery sensation builds, racing up my spine.
“I love it,” she whispers. “Love having you inside me. So big and full…so deep.”
“I fucking love it too.” I bury my face in the side of her neck as I slide all the way in.
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We don’t bother getting dressed after, because we both know we’re not going to be able to keep our hands off each other. I give her a pair of flannel pants that are huge on her and a sweatshirt. She looks adorable. I pull on sweats and a T and we cuddle up on the couch and catch up on the last week.
“So the people at Tryst were super complimentary to me,” she says. “And I liked their jeans designs.” She talks a bit about the other businesses. “Harper wants a decision tomorrow.”
“Huh. That’s not much time.”
“Well, I’ve had since Thursday.”
“So you’ve been thinking about it?”
“Sort of.” She sighs. “Harper has a big list of pros and cons for each of them. She emailed it to me, and I looked at it, but it’s too much.” She grabs handfuls of her long hair and tugs.
Somehow, I know her. “Which one do you want to work with?”
She answers without hesitation.
“Genuine People.”
“Based on…?”
She exhales sharply. “I like them. I like their clothes.”
“That’s not really a strong business rationale.”
She squeezes her eyes shut. “I know! Fuck, I can’t even make a good business decision. I just know what I like! I shouldn’t be allowed to run a business.”
I stroke her back soothingly. “Going on instinct isn’t a bad way to go.”
“But what if it’s wrong?” She turns agonized eyes on me. “What if I screw up?”
“I don’t think any of these three choices would be a bad decision, do you?”
She considers that. “No.” She purses her lips. “I like the fact that Genuine People focuses on sustainability and making their clothes locally. That’s important to me.”
“There you go. That’s a good reason. So do what you want. Your instincts have gotten you a long way in what you do.”
She blinks at me. Then her eyes clear and her mouth softens. “Thank you.”
I shrug. “I don’t think I helped much.”
“You helped…because you believe in me.”
She’s right. “I do.” I smile back at her. “You’re smart and talented. You know what you’re doing, even when you think you don’t. You’re too hard on yourself.”
Her bottom lip quivers. “Thank you. Geez, Josh.”
“What?”
“I just…” She meets my eyes, hers swimming with emotion. “I’m catching feelings for you.”
“Oh.” It’s not the L-word, but it’s…“Me too.”
Fuck.
She sucks briefly on her bottom lip, still holding my gaze. Then she swallows. “It’s kind of scary.”
I’m fucking scared too. This wasn’t what I planned. But, Christ, I’m more worried about her right now. “Don’t be scared.” I pull her head to my chest. I don’t know how to reassure her, because I’d like to know exactly what this is and where it’s going and how it’s going to end. But that’s impossible. And I guess that’s why I’m single. “We’re in it together,” I finally say vaguely, hugging her tighter.
“Yeah.”
We sit like that for a few minutes. Then I say, “I went to see Carter again last week.”
“Right! How was that?”
Her eyes fasten intently on mine and she listens as I talk.
“It was…good. Hard. But he’s an amazing kid. Doesn’t feel sorry for himself at all. I had to get permission from his parents to visit him, and his mom was there, but she mostly stayed out of the conversation. I can’t imagine going through something like that, where your kid is so sick. Hopefully I did something to brighten up his life a bit, but I feel like I got more out of it than he did.” I pause. I don’t mention that Carter told me I need to listen more to Easton on the power play. I was a little defensive about that. He’s just a kid. What does he know? Except…he knows a lot.
We make dinner in my kitchen, putting together bowl meals with all the ingredients I picked up—quinoa, sweet potatoes, red peppers, avocados. Sara pours a glass of rosé wine for herself, which she was surprised and delighted to find in my fridge, while I drink a beer. She mixes up the lemon-tahini dressing