Page 104 of Hockey Wife

Oh my Banks. Lust-dazed, she peeled off her T-shirt and yanked down her bralette. He continued jerking off, his strokes getting choppier, the head of his cock becoming redder, as raw as the feelings coursing through her. Taking her hands, still covered with his release, she squeezed her right breast, then the other. Pushed them together for her husband.

“Come on me, Dylan.”

Another rough jerk and he sprayed silky ropes of come across her chest. Then he fell on her, all wet and sloppy kisses, so deep she wondered how she’d ever find her way back to the shallows. They spent a few minutes, coming down from the high as the kisses turned softer and more tender.

“You have to go,” she finally said. “The plane’s waiting.”

“Let ’em wait. My wife needs me.”

Scooping her up like she weighed nothing, he marched them to the bathroom.

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“What are you doing here?”

Banks put his bag down inside the hotel room at the Hyatt Regency in Boston and stared at the goober on the bed closest to the window.

O’Malley grinned. “I switched with Kaz. He wanted to be closer to the elevator. For emergencies.”

“In emergencies, you’re not supposed to use the elevator.”

“Tell it to Kaz. So I figured you’d want the bed nearest to the bathroom, what with your aging prostate and all.”

“Generous.” He unzipped his hold-all and took out his underwear, aiming to pop it in the closet’s drawer. He jerked in surprise—fuck.

“Jesus! Is that … a snake?” O’Malley sat up, visibly recoiled, and was now peering at Banks’s hands.

“A fake snake.”

“Didn’t think it was real.” He twitched his nose. “A good luck charm or something?”

“Or something.” He put it back in his bag and moved the whole lot to the closet. He’d unpack later. Right now, he wanted to find a quiet spot and call Georgia. Make sure she was okay.

“You need the john?”

O’Malley smirked, like that joke about his aging prostate had finally landed. Banks stepped into the bathroom, knowing it wouldn’t give him the privacy he needed.

He shot off a text.

Did you think I’d screech like a little girl?

Peaches

Say you did. Just for me.

Banks

Not a chance. O’Malley let out a yelp, though.

He’d arrived fifteen minutes late to the bus for the airport, and then spent the entire trip trying not to think about how his wife had commanded him to come all over her sweet little tits.

For a brief, crazy moment, he had considered telling the medical team about his injury. Calling it quits so he could stay home and look after Georgia.

April was right. He was obsessed, and it was affecting his focus. Like a complete sap, he needed to hear her voice. Maybe a quick chat, just to put his mind at ease.

He hit the call button and was much too gratified when she picked up on the first ring.

“So you’re sharing a room with Dex? Those huge salaries and you have to bunk up with another adult?”