“You t-touched yourself thinking about me?” I asked, my head spinning as every last drop of blood went to my dick. Knowing this girl, this bombshell, thought about me? My god.
“Yes.” She grinned, and I closed my eyes for a second. “Your turn to answer though.”
I placed two more sloppy kisses on each breast before standing up and carrying her to my room. “Does that turn you on, thinking about me jerking off to thoughts of you?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
13
Ryann
Jonah literally threw me onto his bed. He took off his shirt before joining me, and our chests were skin to skin. I shuddered at the weight of him, how good he felt on top of me, and when he bit down on my neck, I bucked.
“Oh, wow,” I murmured.
“Your skin is so fucking soft.” He licked a line from my ear all the way down to my left breast. He nipped at me, sucking my nipple into a hard point before he moved toward the edge of the bed so he was on his knees. His jaw was slack and his eyes heavy as he looked me up and down before stopping at my shorts. “I want to see you naked.”
I pushed myself up onto my elbows and raised a brow. “Ditto.”
His eyes heated, and he undid my button before sliding my shorts down my legs. He groaned, loud, when he stared at my black lace panties. His eyes fluttered, and that simple gesture made my chest feel funny.
“Ryann,” he said, moving one finger and placing it over my clit. He swirled it a few times and caused a frenzied moan to escape my body.
I forgot about my goal of wanting him naked. The pleasure of his teasing finger was too much. He swirled it again, the white hot zaps of pleasure spreading through my body. I was so close. So damn close.
“I will never be able to forget how you look right now, wearing these tiny panties and squirming on my bed from my touch. You’re a fucking vision, Ryann.”
That was the only warning I got before he slid the panties to the side and touched me, skin to skin. He slid one finger inside me in a slow stroke. Then he added another, and I fisted his sheets in my hands, needing more of him. More of everything.
“You’re so tight, damn,” he said, his voice strained and desperate. He kneeled at the end of the bed, staring between my thighs as he increased his tempo with his fingers. “When I stroke myself, I imagine this. How warm you are, how your body moves right before you come. I can feel you tightening around me. It’s so hot, Ry.”
Every part of my body tuned into him, his touch, and the way he stared at me. My heart hammered in my chest, and each breath got heavier as he thrusted his fingers in and out, his warm breath hitting my thighs.
Sweat beaded on my face as my muscles tensed. Release was so close. So damn close. I arched my back, begging. “Please, Jonah.”
He kept his pace of in and out, using his thumb to put the necessary pressure on my clit, and when he reached his free hand to pinch my nipple, I lost it. I slammed my eyes shut as the strongest, most intense orgasm I ever had ripped through me. My legs shook, my body trembled, and I screamed. Jonah never stopped touching me. Even after I caught my breath, he was positioned over me, claiming my mouth with his.
Strong confident strokes of his tongue made me forget why this was ever a bad idea. He rolled us over so I was on top of him, his chest moving as fast as mine, and I groaned into his mouth, needing to see him lose control.
He gripped my jaw with one hand, the pressure making him hotter with the frenzied look in his eyes. “I lied. Seeing you come from my hands is what I’ll think about now.”
I shuddered and dug my nails into his chest. “My turn.”
“Hmm?”
“You got an image for your spank bank. I get mine now.” I licked my lips and sat up, not caring that I was naked and he still wore shorts. His body was a work of art, and I traced the lines of his muscles, getting drunk from how he trembled at my touch. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes.”
I outlined his nipple, bending down to lick his sweat covered skin. He tasted salty, but it was hot. All of his strength was earned from devotion, and I dragged my hands over his pecs, his biceps, all while I bit down on his abs. “God, I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw them.”
“When did you see my stomach?”
“You raised your arms once and stretched.” I laughed and scooted down his legs so I could slip a finger into his shorts. He stilled when I teased the waistband. “One of the sexiest things about you, Jonah,” I said, stopping when his eyes grew hotter. “Is your dedication to your body. It is divine.”
He shook when I slid his shorts off his legs. I quickly got up to remove his boxers, and soon enough, I finally got to see all of him—his impressive cock, his hard, strong thighs. Seeing him turned on like this made me feel high.
I wrapped my fingers along the length of him, pumping a few times before he bolted from the bed and picked me up, slamming my back against his bedroom wall. “Whoa,” I said before he kissed the hell out of me. This kiss was hard and hurt, but fuck, it was so good. He bit down, sucking my tongue to the point it stung, but I bit back. My legs wrapped around him, his bare cock rubbing between my thighs, and I wanted to feel him. All of him.
He had his own agenda though. He moved my arms above my head, holding them there as he stared at my mouth with a soundless fuck leaving his lips. “I need to be inside you.”
“I need you there too. Get a condom.” I squirmed, so wet and ready for him. I wanted to see him lose control.
He stilled and closed his eyes for a second before he reached over onto his bookshelf and grabbed a small box. He ripped open the foil packet with his teeth, tossed the wrapper onto the ground, and used his free hand to slide it on. The fire hadn’t dimmed in his eyes, but his words were soft. “You’re sure?”
I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it, Ry.”
“I’m sure, please,” I begged, arching my hips closer to him and that did it. He snapped.
He slid into me with the loudest, sexiest groan, and the back of my head slammed into the wall from the force. Oh, damn, he felt amazing. He was big and stretched me, but it was a good feeling. The best kind. He waited a beat, letting me adjust before he slowly started to move into me. He alternated between kissing me and thrusting, and after the initial sting went away, it morphed into absolute pleasure.
My body heated as he pounded into me, and his hold on my hands tightened as he went faster. He claimed my mouth again. This was a soul-snatching type of kiss, one that I felt all the way to my toes because my theory was correct.
Jonah approached everything with the same focus and intensity as he did with hockey.
“Fuck, Ryann,” he moaned into my mouth, releasing my hands and digging his fingers into my ass hard. “Your body…” he trailed off, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “I need more,” he said, before moving us from the wall to his bed.
He lifted one leg up so my knee was at his chest, and he continued to move in and out of me at a slow pace that made my legs quiver and my skin tingle. The position prevented us from kissing again, but his stare was more intense. His jaw tightened as he groaned, his grip on my leg almost too much. “You’re beautiful, my god.”
My heart raced at his words, and I arched my hips so it provided the right pressure. He looked down and used his free hand to hold me in that position, rolling his hips even slower. I bit my lip to prevent a scream.
“You coming again for me?” he asked, his grin wide and wild. “Do it. I want to feel what it’s like inside you.”
My eyes shuttered at his hot and filthy words. He was a dirty talker, and I loved it. He let go of my leg and touched my clit to give me the extra pressure, and I lost it. This orgasm didn’t have a slow build-up or anything. It hit me like a truck, quick and fast and explosive. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but he held me harder and moaned my name.
I forced my eyes open to watch him come undone, and holy shit, it was a sight I never wanted to fo
rget. The sweat dripping down his temples, the slack jaw, the absolute pleasure radiating from his eyes.
Yeah, Jonah Daniels was insanely, without a doubt, the sexiest man I had ever been with.
“Wow,” he said, pulling out of me and panting. He rested his forehead against my stomach for a second before looking up. “That was…”
“Yeah. I know.” I smiled, my chest tightening at how fantastic it was. Ironic how the best sex of my life was with someone I shouldn’t be with. “Worth it.”
His lips curved into a grin, and the pang in my chest doubled in size. He took the condom off and tied it before disposing of it in the small trash can that sat against his wall. He returned to his bed to lie on his back and sighed. “This will be new for me.”
“Sex? I doubt that.”
He snorted and turned onto his side, resting his hand under his head as he studied my face. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been with the same person more than once, and I’ve never lived with them. Any hook-ups I had were just that. Quick, meaningless. I could choose to not see them again.”
“Ah, and seeing me might make it weird.” I mirrored his position and narrowed my eyes. “But you’re so good at avoiding me if you try.”
He blushed and ran a hand over his face. “I guess I thought I could prevent this from happening. I didn’t hold out very long.”
“You did a really excellent job at it,” I teased, earning a small laugh from him. I pushed up onto my arms, groaning in the process, and stretched my hands over my head.
His eyes danced with amusement and curiosity as I slid my panties and shorts back on and left his room. My discarded shirt sat on the living room floor. I put it back on sans bra and got a tall glass of water. My body hummed, and my legs weren’t sturdy as I sat back down on the chair. We were great together. That was clear, but I had to be careful to not confuse chemistry with something more. Because I wasn’t that naïve.
This was a way to deal with the lust for each other without ruining anything.
The reason Michael got pissed at me was for getting involved with his teammate…was because of feelings. This wasn’t about that. Jonah and I could totally be friends who hooked up and kept emotions out of it.
I was one-hundred percent sure we could do it.
Jonah had too much on the line, and I would never risk my brother’s friendship. We were safe as long as we stayed in this feelings-free zone.
14
Jonah
Being around Ryann was a dangerous addiction that was totally going to be a problem. Not even a day after experiencing the way she kissed and how her body trembled at my touch, I couldn’t focus at the gym. I grunted through another set of weights and thought about her hair.
It was long and beautiful and such a weird thing to obsess over. But seeing it on my bed, wild and in every direction…my stomach clenched. I wanted to see it again.
“J.D.” Paxton approached the bench and gave me an approving nod. “You’re working overtime today. You good?”
“Yeah,” I said, my face burning with shame. I was thinking about Ryann, trying to push the desire for her down. Agreeing to sleep together for a few weeks was a terrible and brilliant idea—to get it all out of my system so I could focus on the season. Except no one could ever find out.
Definitely not Paxton.
“Something on your mind?” he asked, his brows coming together in concern. Speaking grew difficult again. It wasn’t like I could unload on him about my thoughts on Ryann.
“Nope. Just getting ready to kick ass.”
He nodded but didn’t make any moves to advance onto another machine or chat with his brother. He studied me a beat, and a shy smile crossed his face. “I’m here if you ever need to talk. You don’t always have to shoulder everything alone.”
“Thanks,” I gritted out, hating myself a little bit. Paxton was nice and subtle where Patrick was a charismatic playboy. They both dominated the ice, but Paxton was more my style, and I could imagine the look of revulsion on his face if he knew what Ryann and I had done. My neck hurt, and I stopped the weights to grab a drink of water. His twin called his name, and when he left, relief spread through me.
It was different than my normal reprieve when a teammate stopped chatting with me. This had nothing to do with dumb small talk and everything to do with Ryann. Get it together. I rubbed my temples and jogged a few laps before my mind settled.
Ryann wouldn’t tell anyone, and I certainly wouldn’t. I had to trust that.
No one would find out, and my scholarship would be fine—as long as I played well. I nodded to myself the faster I ran, letting my breathing get heavier and my muscles burn. Sleeping with my roommate would help me focus, actually. The attraction would go away, and there wouldn’t be these constant thoughts about her. Yes, this was a decent plan.
I slowed to a walk, content on enjoying Ryann for a little bit longer before every ounce of my attention went to the team. When her brother stood at the end of the track, my anxiety reared back up in a split-second.
“Yo, J.D., come on.” Michael’s face was blank, and his hands were on his hips. Patrick and Paxton stood on either side of him, and my small breakfast threatened to come up. Why the hell were they staring at me? Did he look pissed?
They know. They know I slept with Ryann.
I was such a fucking idiot.
“Sure.” I cleared my throat and walked over to them, feeling like I was walking through molasses. “What’s going on?”
“We’re grilling out at the house with most of the team. That includes you.” He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. There was no way to get out of this. If the team was there, I needed to be.
“Right.”
He let go of me and moved around to a couple other guys from the team while I stood there, watching Patrick eye me.
He arched one brow, his expression more than curious where Paxton’s was concerned. “Bad morning or what?”
“No. Not at all,” I said, my face heating as I thought about Ryann prancing around in her tiny shorts.
“You looked mad. Ain’t gonna help you with the ladies if you’re always walking around with a stick up your ass.”
“He might not be like you,” Paxton said, rolling his eyes. “There’s more to life than sleeping with women.”
“There are parties, too.” He flashed a grin and completely turned around to admire the two girls walking up to him. “Oh, hello.”
He flirted with them for a good few minutes before I felt someone tug on my sleeve. Patrick yanked me toward them and said my name.
“Hmm?”
“Paige and Rachel want to head to the house with us. Can you escort Rachel? Paige and I have things to discuss.”
He didn’t wait for a reply before taking off with Paige, leaving me, Rachel, and Paxton who didn’t even try to help. He abandoned me with a girl who looked way too happy to meet me.
“Uh, hi?” I said, awkwardness weighing me down. Did I tell her no? What was I supposed to do? Talk to her?
“Hey J.D. I’m a big fan of the team, and my friend has a huge crush on Patrick.” She twirled her hair in her finger and took a step closer to me. “If I’m honest, I’ve always had one on you too.”
“Oh.” My face flushed red, and I took a step back. I never handled blatant flirting well. It flustered me and caught me off-guard like now, and either way, one of us was walking around feeling stupid. “Uh, so you’re Rachel.”
“Yeah.” She giggled as Michael came around and saw Rachel. He winked at me and jutted his head.
“Let’s head out. Bring the girl.”
That was how I found myself walking from the gym to the hockey house with Rachel, who was talkative in a very different way than Ryann. She was nice and seemed to really like hockey, but when she ran her hand down my arm, it felt weird. Off. Not right.
Shit.
“What do you do for fun?” she asked once we were in the backyard of the hockey house. Lawn chairs sat around in a ci
rcle, and a bunch of guys from the team were there with as many girls. This wasn’t just a team get-together. This was an afternoon party disguised as a cookout. She said my name, and I forced a smile. At least pretend to be polite to her.
“Gym, watching tapes, that sorta thing.” I eyed my teammates getting too frisky with girls right in front of everyone, and my heart lodged into my throat when Ryann walked in wearing those sexy cut-off shorts and a hockey shirt.
What the hell is she doing here?
“Ry, hey.” Paxton greeted her with a hug, and she smiled up at him with all her teeth. I gripped the edge of the lawn chair tighter. She said something I couldn’t hear, and he laughed, causing her to smile even more.
What was so damn funny?
“I like to explore different movie theaters when I’m not volunteering or hanging out with friends,” Rachel said, making me feel even worse. I wasn’t interested in her like that. Patrick put me in this position, and when I glared at him, he was too busy with Paige to notice.
Asshole.
“Where do you volunteer?” I asked, glancing at her and trying to figure out how to end this conversation. What was the proper way to stop it? Did I tell her I wasn’t interested? Did I lie? What was the right move without hurting her feelings?
This was why I hated this shit. I was sweating, nervous, and feeling so unsure my head hurt, and staying home was familiar, easier. I gripped the edge of the chair and took a deep breath, hoping it would help the bubble of unease taking over my body.
“At an animal shelter. I want to be a vet and thought it’d be good to get some hands-on experience.” She looked at her lap and shrugged, and I exhaled before looking around to signal someone for help.
I didn’t mean to meet Ryann’s gaze. Her blue eyes flashed with surprise and something like joy when she saw me, but they shifted to the girl next to me, and my gut tightened. It’s not what you think.
She had to know I didn’t plan this. I never did relationships or flirting or any of this shit. Her face tightened for a second, but that was it. No hurt, just surprise. She broke our connection and moved toward her brother who was at the grill. He made her laugh, a sound that was slowly becoming one of my favorite things.
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