by Kat Mizera
“Huh? Why not?”
“Because then you won’t be as hot for me. I liked it that first time, when you got off so fast… It was great. If you masturbate, you won’t be as needy.”
“Are you going to jerk off?”
“Not if you agree to put the vibrator away.”
“Deal. How many days until you get home?”
“Five.”
“What time?”
“Uh…hang on, let me look at the schedule.” He opened his calendar and found the flight information. “Looks like we land at eight thirty on Sunday.”
“So you’ll be home by nine thirty?”
“Unless there are weather delays or something I can’t control.”
“What should I be wearing?”
“Not a goddamn thing.”
“Your bed?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“God, Logan, I’m wet just thinking about it.”
“I was going to suggest phone sex, but I think it’s more fun this way. No touching yourself. Understand?”
“Then you’d better rest up,” she said, laughing. “Because five times won’t be enough if I can’t masturbate until you get back.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ll more than make it up to you.”
“What about Ryder?”
“You looking for a threesome?” he asked, though he was kidding.
“No, dumbass… He’s going to notice if you run right to your room and we start going at it.”
“He’s got headphones.”
“Maybe you can talk him into going out?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“All right.” She sighed. “I guess I have studying to do.”
“You guess?”
“Just a little stressed. I’m not used to having so much free time and my mom wants to come over.”
“Is that bad?”
“We’re not that close and usually she needs money. Which I don’t have to give her anymore.”
“No problem. I love moms. Put it off until we get back and I’ll totally charm her.”
“With those blue eyes of yours, you probably charm everyone.”
“Sometimes.” He laughed. “But moms are my specialty.”
“That’s gross, Logan.” She was laughing too.
“So…the job not going well?”
“No, it’s fine, just not the money I’m used to and I’m still not getting the good shifts, like Friday and Saturday nights.”
“It’ll happen.”
“The good news is that I get to play hockey on Saturdays, and with you guys on the road, we don’t have to play at the ass crack of dawn.”
“I wish we were around for me to see you guys play. I love those games. You guys are raw and gritty in a different way than we are. We play for a million reasons—money, business, prestige, etc. You guys play purely for love of the game, which is a totally different thing.”
“I suppose.”
“Have you thought any more about that coaching job?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed again, as if there was a huge weight on her shoulders. “After the way we ended our season, I had no impact on them as their team captain, so why would I be any good as their coach?”
“Coaching is different, for one thing. And they need someone like you because Coach A isn’t getting through to them.”
“It’s really hard to instill pride in a team that’s literally going nowhere. It’s a tiny school, with an almost nonexistent sports presence, so what is there for them to be excited about?”
“Love of the game? The opportunity to play an organized sport at a higher level, even if it’s not what you might hope it is. There are a million reasons for team sports and no matter what the situation is, why play at all if you don’t take pride in it? I mean, you ladies who do your Saturday morning thing literally have no skin in the game. Zero. Not money, not a title, not even a tournament trophy. But you still get out there and give it your all. Why wouldn’t they do that at Tudor?”
“I don’t know. I just know the locker room is kind of a sad and depressing place and I don’t feel confident in my ability to change anything.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You have a lot to offer those girls.”
“You think?”
“I do.”
“Well, I have to study, so I’m going to go. You’ve given me something to think about, though.”
“Then I’ll see you Sunday.”
“You sure will.”
19
Between school and work, the next five days flew by, and Cassie found herself looking at the clock all day long on Sunday. She wanted to pretend she wasn’t excited to be waiting for Logan naked, in his bed, but she was. Not just because she was horny, but because it was Logan. He was her favorite professional hockey player—and had been, long before they’d ever met—and now both a good friend and roommate. Being intimate with him was heady.
She was on dangerous ground with this, she knew that, but there was no way in hell she could stop now that they’d started. Like Tara had said, there was no reason not to enjoy this, so that’s what she planned to do. Really good sex was hard to find and Logan was so damn good. Better than good.
As she slid between the cool, clean sheets of his bed, she closed her eyes and imagined what it might be like sleeping here every night. Real life was totally different than fantasies and everything about being with Logan was a fantasy, so she allowed herself to indulge once in a while. It was kind of silly to feel like a groupie, but that had been one of her fantasies before she’d met him. Who didn’t want to sleep with a sexy celebrity athlete with cobalt-blue eyes and abs to die for? She’d never thought it would become a reality, but now that it had, her fantasies hadn’t even come close.
Warm hands on her skin made her jump and she realized she’d dozed off.
“Sorry.” Logan’s breath was warm against her ear. “I didn’t realize you were asleep.”
“I guess I was tired.” She wrapped her arms around him.
“Want me to let you sleep? We can do morning sex.”
“Mm, no.” She angled her head toward his. “Kiss me, Logan.”
He dropped his head and did just that, his lips slowly seeking out hers. Instead of rushing, after more than a week apart, he took his time, teasing her with his mouth as his hands moved over her.
“Your body is fucking perfect,” he whispered, a hand running over the curve of her hip. “I want to see you.” He reached for the bedside table and turned on the lamp.
Cassie blinked at the sudden burst of light but the look on Logan’s face as he scanned her naked body was as powerful as a touch. It was like he was drinking her in, his eyes hooded but focused.
“Now I need to taste you,” he said in a rough, gravelly voice. “Open your legs, baby.”
He slid down until he was poised between her thighs, his blond head dipping down until she felt his breath on her most intimate parts. The first touch of his tongue made her arch against him and when he slid it along her slit, she moaned, long and deep.
Logan didn’t rush, licking and kissing her, nibbling on her clit and then leaving her gasping with need. He pushed his tongue inside of her, snaking it in and out until she had a death grip on his hair.
“Logan, please…”
“I got Ryder to go out, so when you come, I want you to let loose.”
“Yes…please, let me come.”
He sucked her clit between his lips and then taunted it with the tip of his tongue. Everything started to spiral, pleasure burning its way down her spine and exploding out against his face. He waited until she was almost through it before biting lightly on her clit and pushing a finger inside of her, and she went off again. She’d never experienced anything like it and screamed his name over and over, until she was a shaking, quivering mess.
“That’s what I like to see,” he said, pressing light kisses on her clit as tiny aftershocks rocked through her.
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��ve never come twice like that.”
“Good to know.” He crawled up and rested his head on the pillow beside hers. “Lucky for you, I’m going to make you come at least two or three more times.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Flip over.”
She turned onto her stomach and he moved behind her, lifting her hips so her chest was still on the bed but her ass was in the air. He ran his hands over her backside, massaging and kneading, taking his time once again. Even though she’d just gotten off, she wanted more and his slow approach tonight was killing her. That was probably his plan, but damn it was hard to be patient. She’d been without good sex for a long time, so Logan made her want things she’d forgotten she enjoyed.
His mouth was on her again, nibbling lightly, hands caressing her thighs and ass. Like he had all the time in the world.
“Logan…” Her voice sounded strange to her ears, a little too breathy and whiny, if that made any sense.
“What do you want, baby? I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me, Logan. Just like the other night. Rough and dirty. Like you mean it.”
“Oh, I definitely mean it.” He was swirling his tongue around her clit, which was still sensitive from her orgasm, and she simultaneously wanted him to speed up and slow down. “You ever do any ass play?”
“Not for a long time, but in the past, sure.”
“You into it?”
“I’m into anything you want to do—just do it already.”
He rumbled out a chuckle. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”
He moved away and for a few seconds there was nothing. She was about to look over her shoulder when he started pushing inside of her. As was the theme for tonight, he was taking it painstakingly slow, and she felt every inch of him filling her. Then he just stopped.
“What are you doing?” she breathed, fingers clenching the sheets in anticipation.
“Preparing you. Get up on all fours.”
She lifted her upper body, resting on her forearms, and he moved a little.
“You like a little pain with your rough?”
“If you pull my hair, I might combust on the spot.”
Next thing she knew, he’d fisted her hair and tugged her head back as far as it could go. He still wasn’t moving, though, and the sting in her scalp made her clench around him in anticipation. Then he pulled out to the tip, waited a fraction of a second and slammed back in, bottoming out and holding her head at an almost painful angle. Except she loved it and the sound she made came from some primal place deep inside.
Once he got started, Logan was relentless. Every time he bottomed out, they both grunted and the pain in her scalp began to rival the urgent need coiling in her belly.
“Your pussy was made for my cock,” he growled, slamming into her again and again. “Come for me, Cass… Milk me dry.”
She groaned, her body completely in tune to his, and his words sent her over the edge. She’d never come like this before, her entire body ablaze, as if he’d somehow set her on fire from the inside out. And it lasted forever too. Every time he pulsed inside of her, it set another set of shockwaves, until it was almost painful to keep going.
When he let go of her hair, she whimpered from the lack of sensation, collapsing onto the mattress with him on top of her.
“We’re going to do that a few more times tonight,” he murmured. “And then, if you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”
She sighed happily, as deliciously sated as she’d ever been in her life. “Gladly.”
“Can you deep throat?”
“On occasion.”
He pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “I’d like that a lot.”
“I’ll be honest and say I’ve never come this hard. Ever.”
“I’ll be honest and say I’ve never enjoyed watching a woman come so much before.”
They were quiet for a while, and he finally pulled out, rolling onto his side and tugging her back against him so they were spooning. “You really like it rough, huh?”
“I like it all, but yeah, that gritty feeling gets me all tingly inside. Maybe it’s because I’m a bigger girl, you know? A lot of muscle, so when someone is rough, it makes me feel feminine… I don’t know if you can understand that.”
“I think I do. It’s like when I’m with some petite thing who’s ninety-five pounds soaking wet, I feel like I have to be careful I don’t hurt her, but with you, I can do it all. The fact that you love it makes it that much hotter.”
She snuggled deeper against him. “But sometimes I like it gentle, too. I don’t like any one thing all the time.”
“We’ll do all the things, all the time.” He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck and she closed her eyes, wondering how casual sex with a friend was so much more intimate than it had ever been with either of her two husbands.
They woke up together after a marathon night of lovemaking. Cassie had never had so much sex in one night. It was a little mind-boggling that Logan could get it up over and over, and found a different position to do it in every time. They’d been all over the bedroom last night and she was grateful to be in such good shape because she probably wouldn’t have been able to walk this morning.
As it was, she was sore. She might have to turn him down tonight because her nether regions ached. Instead of a shower, she’d soak in the tub instead, just to give herself some much-needed pampering. Not that she’d change a thing, and she’d probably give in if he wanted her again tonight. Hell, she’d give him anything he wanted, any time he wanted it.
She wasn’t delusional, and understood their boundaries, but something this good didn’t come along very often so she was going to take everything he was willing to give her. She might end up with a bit of a broken heart, that was to be expected, but at least she’d have the best memories. Unlike her stupid marriages. She shuddered just thinking about them.
She freshened up in the bathroom and then padded downstairs. Ryder and Logan had practice today, so she was on her own. She vaguely remembered Logan kissing her goodbye, telling her he’d let Coco out if Ryder hadn’t come home. Then she’d drifted back to sleep.
God, this was a little too much like being in a relationship.
She wanted to call Tara as she made herself a cup of coffee, to get her take on it, but her mother called instead.
“When am I coming over for dinner?” she demanded.
“I’m busy, Mom,” she said patiently, putting some almond milk in her cup. The guys tended to be pretty healthy, despite their love of beer and burgers, so she’d picked up some of their habits too. “I have school and work, plus studying.”
“You’re such a fucking Girl Scout,” her mother muttered. “Why can’t you party and have fun like other chicks your age?”
“Because I don’t want to be broke or married to an asshole, like many girls my age.”
“But I want to meet your roommates. And I want you to meet Frank.”
Cassie paused. It had to be serious if she wanted Cassie to meet a guy, which meant her mother was getting married again. Great. “Is he living with you now?”
“Actually, I’m moving in with him.”
Cassie was startled by this information because her mother gravitated toward losers who used her for what little she had. “What does he do for work?”
“He’s a fireman.”
“A fireman?” Cassie was completely flabbergasted. Her mom usually dated bartenders and bums, so this was unexpected. “How old is he?”
“Forty-two. He’s a lieutenant.”
“Wow. Three years younger than you. Go, you cougar, you.”
Her mother laughed. “I don’t know if three years makes me a cougar, but I’ll own the title with pride. And if you saw him naked—”
“No thanks!” Cassie laughed. “I’ll leave that to you.”
“You’d just think I was really a cougar because he’s hot.”
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“So…dinner?”
Cassie sighed. “Let me talk to the guys, figure out all of our schedules in the next couple of weeks, and we’ll set something up, okay?”
“Fun! Let me know. Love you!” She disconnected and Cassie stared at the phone for a long time, wondering what had just happened.
Her mom was dating a fireman, and Cassie was screwing a professional hockey player. Was Mars in retrograde or something?
20
Sunday night had been incredible. Logan had never been one of those guys who spent time thinking about his sexual escapades. Some were more memorable than others, of course, but in general, he moved on the moment it was over. This thing with Cassie was totally different. He’d kissed her goodbye this morning, which wasn’t his thing at all. Ryder hadn’t come home last night, so Logan had taken Coco out and given her breakfast, letting Cassie sleep in.
He smiled thinking about the last time they’d done it, around four this morning. They’d been on the oversized cuddler chair by his window, with him in relaxed sitting position and her on top. Her thighs had been on either side of his hips, her perfect breasts almost at face level and he sucked on her nipples the whole time he’d been fucking her. They’d been a little gentler that time, after going hard for hours before, yet her orgasm—and his own—had been as intense as ever. She was by far the most responsive woman he’d ever been with.
It was intoxicating and he was dying to get home to her, get her naked again. At some point, this insatiable need for each other had to let up, but right now, he was all over it.
“Have fun last night?” Ryder came into the dressing room behind him as Logan took off his street clothes and locked up his personal items.
Logan just smiled. “Duh.”
Ryder didn’t look happy as he leaned against the wall but didn’t respond.
“What about you? You didn’t come home.”
“Hooked up with someone and went to her place.”
“Sorry.” Logan felt a moment of guilt since Ryder lived in the house too. It wasn’t fair to kick him out at night, even though it obviously was optional, but he’d been trying to make it comfortable for Cassie. “Listen, we just wanted to get a little wild last night. It won’t happen again.”