And it was glorious.
With animalistic abandon, he drove into me. Rapid, hard, and deep.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect. Beautiful. Perfect. Motherfucking voodoo pussy,” he chanted with each thrust.
My eyes popped open in shock when I realized I had another orgasm barreling down on me. “Oh my God! I’m going to come again!”
“You’re goddamn right you are,” he ground out as he didn’t pause. Pleasure like I’d never experienced before blasted me.
A few more strokes, and his fingers dug into my hips as he roared. Through my own aftershocks, I could feel him pulsing within me. He gave one last shuddering lunge, then pulled me with him until we rested on our sides.
Sweaty and with our chests heaving, we lay there in shock.
“Jesus,” he muttered into the back of my neck.
“I agree,” I mumbled into the pillow, uncaring of my hair plastered to my face.
Vaguely, I was aware of him leaving the bed but returning to spoon me. With his heavy arm wrapped around me and his hand tucked into my cleavage, I fell asleep.
I’m not sure what woke me, but it was still dark outside. The TV was still on but paused on the game he’d been watching earlier.
And there was a heavy weight on the lower half of my body.
Blinking away the sleep from my eyes, I tried to focus on what was lying on me. A soft rumble vibrated through my thighs, and I raised my head with a confused frown. My eyes bugged when they met the glowing green of two eyes staring back at me.
Unable to speak, I fumbled my hand around until I encountered the warm skin of the man next to me. First, I gave him a little poke. When there was no response, I nudged him. After that got me nothing, I slapped him repeatedly until he grunted.
“Mm. What?” His head lifted, and he gave me the same look I imagined I’d had. A sleepy look of disorientation.
“There’s a fucking leopard on me!” I whisper-yelled in a near panic. The thing lying on me continued to stare as its growl rumbled through me.
“A what?” he asked in bewilderment.
“That!” I pointed at the baby leopard I was sure wanted to eat me. His gaze followed the direction I indicated, then he flopped back down on his pillow. The cat’s tail flicked back and forth, and I whimpered as I waited for it to pounce.
“That’s Victor. He’s a Savannah cat. He’s not going to hurt you,” he mumbled. Then he promptly fell asleep again.
Fell.
Asleep.
While I was afraid for my life, he went back to sleep. A soft snore proved my assumption was correct. Sweet Jesus.
My gaze swung back to the cat. “Hey, Victor,” I tried in a tremulous voice. The cat tipped his head and looked at me with curiosity of his own. He inched closer to my face, and I held my breath.
Slowly, he crept closer. And closer.
Until his nose touched mine.
The thing was huge. And so heavy it was difficult to breathe. Then he did the craziest thing—he rubbed his face along my jaw and the side of his teeth moved along my skin. He did that to both sides before he shoved his big head into the crook of my neck, then settled in between me and Alex.
That’s when I realized the rumble was him purring. My shaking hand tentatively reached up and stroked his thick fur. Surprised at how soft he was, I threaded my fingers through his pelt. With his purring, warm body snuggled up next to me, I fell back asleep.
“Words As Weapons”—Seether
The incessant ringing confused me. It wasn’t the ringtone for my alarm. Then last night’s late adventures came back to me, and I pushed myself up to my elbows. Flipping my hair out of my face, I looked over to the sleeping woman next to me.
And Victor snuggled up between us.
“Hey, get your woman-stealing ass out of here.” I shooed him away, and he glared at me as he stretched and jumped off the bed with a light thud on the hardwood floor.
Amazed that she was sleeping through her alarm and that it was going off before mine, I shook my head. Then, I pushed her hair up onto the pillow to expose the beautiful curves of her body. Tickling her skin with my beard, I pressed kisses along her spine until she whimpered softly and slapped her hand around on the bedside table, looking for her phone.
Problem was, it wasn’t there. With a chuckle, I got up to find it.
After checking her pants, I finally saw it lying half under the door on my bathroom floor. I shut it off because I knew I wouldn’t be going back to sleep.
As I shuffled back to bed, I stopped and stared at the woman in my bed. My heart hammered as I found myself not only mesmerized by her beauty but stunned by the fact that I was feeling like a romantic sap. Then I glanced down at my stiffy and back at her sleeping form.
Being presumptuous, I quietly took a condom out of my drawer and rolled it down my rock-hard length. Moving as silently as I could, I climbed back into bed behind her. She rolled slightly to her stomach making my job so much easier.
With a single finger, I slowly inched the sheet down over the curve of her hip until her perfect ass was exposed. Thanks to the way she had cocked her leg up, her glistening pussy was exposed. It had me literally biting my fist to keep from groaning out loud.
“Sydney,” I whispered.
“Mmm?”
Using one hand to hold myself up above her, I nudged her wet opening with the tip of my finger.
“Sydney? I need you,” I said into her ear.
“Yes,” she murmured as she pressed her ass up into me and made a moan of contentment. Once I slipped my cock partially in, she momentarily stiffened, then whipped her head around to look at me.
“Want me to stop?” I asked with a grin. If she said yes, I might die of blue balls, but I’d stop. Waiting for her answer, I teased her by slipping the head in and out. And prayed she wouldn’t ask me to stop.
“No way,” she whispered as she arched her back to lift her ass. It offered me better access, and I fed my cock in to the hilt. By the time I was fully seated, we were both breathing heavily.
Because I knew we didn’t have a lot of time due to both of us needing to get to work, I made it quick and dirty. She was screaming my name in under five minutes, and I was happily blowing my load.
“Holy shit, Alex,” she gasped as she flopped back down to the bed. Holding the end of the condom, I slid out and laughed. Then I smacked her bare ass, causing her to shriek.
“You’re gonna pay for that!” she said as she jumped out of bed and chased me into the bathroom.
I tossed the condom in the trash, then spun around, causing her to plow into me. Not letting her get the upper hand, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her into happy submission. By the time I tugged her bottom lip in my teeth, she was heavy-lidded and languid in my arms.
“That wasn’t fair,” she whispered.
“Never said I played fair,” I teased, then let her go to turn on the dual shower heads. “Get in and I’ll scrub your back,” I said as the corner of my lips tipped up. She stepped under the water as I hung up two towels and followed her in.
I made good on my promise and not only scrubbed her back but washed and conditioned her hair. “Your hair is absolutely beautiful,” I murmured as I rinsed the conditioner out of it.
She turned in my arms, slipping hers over my shoulders. As her fingers teased the ends of my hair, she pressed a kiss to the base of my throat. “So is yours,” she said against my skin before resting her cheek against my beating heart.
For a few minutes, we stood in each other’s arms and let the water wash over us. Finally, she looked up at me with worry in her eyes.
“What are we doing?” she asked, and I knew she wasn’t talking about us being in the shower. Gathering her hair, I smoothed it into a thick wet rope to buy myself time. Because honestly, I didn’t have a good answer for her.
“We’re having some amazing sex,” I said with a sigh, even though I knew deep in my guts it was more than that. Keeping my gaze averted, I tried
not to let her see the truth.
“That’s it? Great sex? Because regardless of what we said, this seems like it’s different. Is it just me? Am I reading too much into this?” Confusion heavy in her voice, she pushed back out of my arms. Before she could step out of the shower, I grabbed her arm. The thought of her walking away from me sent panic clawing up my throat.
“Syd, wait. Can we talk?” My free hand pushed my wet hair back. “I’ve never been in a situation like this before. I really like you, but I’ve never done long-term. So can we play it by ear and see what happens?”
That took a lot out of me to admit. My faith in relationships was pretty much shit, but it didn’t mean a small part of me didn’t long for it. The problem was, I didn’t really know how to begin having one.
She appeared to waver as she chewed on her lip and studied me.
“Okay, but only because I’m not sure what I was thinking by telling myself I was okay with hooking up. I probably shouldn’t have come over last night, but there’s something about you that I can’t stay away from. You’re like a drug I can’t resist,” she said as she stared into my eyes.
“Well, as long as we fly under the radar, no one needs to know. That way if things don’t work out, no one’s the wiser. We’ll play it by ear.” It blew my mind that I was even considering exclusivity. “Will you come to the games? I want to be able to look up and see you there.”
“I can’t afford to upgrade both nights.” She grimaced apologetically.
“What if I got you tickets? You could bring your friend from the bar,” I offered.
Biting her lip indecisively, she at least hadn’t said no right away. “My family is going to wonder how I suddenly became this big hockey fan when I never was before.”
“Tell them your friend wanted you to go with her,” I countered.
“Natalie? The only sport she ever liked was baseball when my brother was playing,” she wryly replied. My brain was stopped on the word brother. It made me realize I knew nothing about her except for where she worked.
“You have a brother?” I asked as I followed the water rivulets that cascaded over her shoulder and dripped off her nipple.
“Four.”
“You have four brothers?” I asked, giving her a dumbfounded look.
“Yes?” She wrinkled her nose and waited for my response.
“And will said brothers want to beat my ass?” I trailed my finger along her bottom lip.
She chuckled adorably. “Maybe?”
“You think I could take them?” I asked with a cocky grin. Playfully, I flexed my arms. It pulled laughter from her, and the sound of it did crazy things to me. Made me want different things out of life.
“Probably not all at once. They’re pretty badass,” she said with a poorly suppressed grin. My hand slammed over my heart.
“Ugh! You wound me. No faith in my ass-kicking ability. Ouch.”
She scoffed playfully. “Whatever. Anyway, let me see what I can do. I’ll talk to Natalie, but I don’t want you thinking I want shit from you. I’m okay with sitting in the seats I’m able to get.”
Starting at her hairline and running my fingers along her wet, dark locks, I stopped at the ends and curled it around my fingers. Then I held her gaze. “I know, but I want to be able to see you. Be my good luck charm,” I urged her.
Her expression was one of disbelief. “I can’t be your good luck charm. It’s not like I could go to your away games. There’s no guarantee I’d be able to go to watch every game either. Some games I’ll have to work for the foundation.”
“I understand, but knowing you’re there when you can be means a lot.” I’d never had a girl want to be at my games simply to watch me play. They usually either wanted to fuck me or spend my money. Sydney hadn’t asked me to buy her shit. Sure, she wanted to fuck me, but I certainly wasn’t complaining about that, and it had been far from her throwing herself at me. I’d had to work for it.
“I’ll see what I can do,” she repeated, and I decided to take it. “I need to hurry, though, so I can get to work.”
“Since we’re going to the same place, I can give you a ride. If you want,” I offered hopefully. Then I paused. It had me wondering where the fuck the needy bastard I’d turned into came from.
“Thank you, but that’s a colossally bad idea.”
I pouted. She rolled her eyes and we finished up in the shower.
After putting her clothes from last night on, she ran out to her car to grab her “emergency kit” as she called it while I got dressed.
Watching her get ready in my bathroom was the oddest thing I’d ever witnessed. Chicks didn’t do that with me. Hell, they were lucky if they made it home with me. Usually it was their place so I could dip when we were done. This whole overnight sleepover thing Sydney and I had going on was new.
And a little terrifying.
“Fucking Victor,” I said as I returned to the bathroom to brush my teeth. He was sitting on the counter watching her put on some lip gloss. When I said his name, he gave me a side eye like he couldn’t believe I was daring to bother him.
She paused and looked at me with a smirk as I brushed my teeth and rinsed. “He was giving me pointers on my eyeliner.”
A chuckle escaped me before I sobered. “You know you don’t need all that on your face, right?”
She gave me a questioning tip of her gorgeous lips.
“You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen without makeup.” Stepping behind her, I pushed her hair to one side and kissed her neck. “I mean that.”
“Thanks,” she said softly. “This is actually minimal, since it’s what I had in my purse.” Then she gathered all her stuff up and put it back in her bag. The sight of her packing her shit up didn’t sit well. It made my chest ache and my stomach cramp. It made me imagine crazy shit—like her stuff in my bathroom permanently.
“You could leave all that here. Stay the night again,” I offered, trying to sound nonchalant as I grabbed my wallet and car keys out of the tray on the counter. Glancing at the time, I saw I needed to get moving if I was going to make practice on time. Traffic would be picking up soon.
“Alex,” she started. The hesitation in her tone rubbed me the wrong way. Jesus fucking Christ, I was turning into a straight-up pussy—or at least a dude drowning in it. “One night I can cover up by saying I left for work early. Another night would raise questions if I’m not at home.”
My hackles rose. “Who would know or complain? You’re a grown woman,” I argued, trying to find out more about her living situation.
Her face turned a rosy red, and she bit her lip as she looked off to the side. My hotheaded side started to come out when she didn’t answer right away. My mind made up all sorts of shitty scenarios. The one she gave me wasn’t what I expected.
“I still live at home.” It was said in a soft, embarrassed whisper. “With my parents,” she clarified.
My heart stuttered for a second. “Uh, how old are you?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Fuck you, Alex Kosinski. Not all of us have paychecks bigger than the national debt.”
Though I tried to hold a straight face, I wasn’t successful. “I wish I made that much. Granted, it’s nothing to snub your nose at, but I’m not that loaded. I didn’t mean it like that, anyway. I was only double checking that you were legal.”
“Really?” she asked as she shot me a droll look. “We met in a bar.”
“Hey, I’ve seen some really good fake IDs in my time.”
“I work full-time for the foundation,” she deadpanned.
“Okay, maybe you dropped out of school,” I countered, now playing with her. She rolled her eyes.
“I’m twenty-two. How old are you?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the counter with a saucy attitude that drove me crazy.
“You mean you don’t have my whole bio down pat?” I teased as I stepped close to her and boxed her in. Her chest rose as the pulse in her neck gave away her excitement. I pres
sed my lips to the bounding pulse, and she took a shuddering breath before I pulled away.
“That is so not fair,” she sighed. The grin that escaped me was wicked.
“I know. I’m going to be late. But you didn’t answer me.”
“No, Mr. Kosinski. I don’t know your bio.” She smirked.
“Look it up. Then find an excuse to stay tonight. Tell your parents you’re staying at Natalie’s. Tell them you’re partying all night. I don’t care what you tell them, but tell them something and please be here.” I was stepping way out of my norm by inviting her to stay not once, but twice. Stepping back, I blatantly adjusted my dick and raised a brow, waiting for her response.
Indecision was written all over her gorgeous face. Finally, she sighed, and her shoulders drooped. I waited for her to let me down easy.
“Okay, but I can’t do this every night.” Her clarification was irrelevant to me. As long as she was there tonight, that’s all I needed. At least that’s what I believed and what I told myself.
“Perfect.”
One last glance at her stuff, and she left it sitting on the counter. She slipped on a pair of black heels. Paired with the straight black skirt and the white shirt, she looked a little like a sexy librarian. Especially with her midnight hair twisted up in some messy do that looked artfully sexy.
“Where’d these come from? Were you planning on staying overnight?” I asked as I tugged on the front of her blouse.
She smirked as she rolled her eyes. “Don’t get too big-headed Mr. Hockey-Star. I’d picked up my crap from the dry cleaner on my way home yesterday. I had the shoes in my trunk.”
“Mmm. Lucky for me,” I said with a grin.
“You’re really going to be late.” She wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t know. Coach would likely chew my ass, but it was worth it.
“Sneak in to watch us practice if you can,” I said, then wondered who the hell I’d turned into. She walked ahead of me to the front door. The entire way, I watched her ass as it moved in that slim skirt. Fucking perfect.
“I have a job to do, you know?” she said over her shoulder.
“Yeah, but it’s in the same place I’m practicing today. I thought maybe you might get a break. Or say you were getting ideas for the photo shoots. Or something.” I shrugged.
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