Page 109 of Hockey Boy
Her eyes fall closed, and her breath goes ragged. “Like what?”
Smiling, I pinch again. “Whatever you have.”
She rubs her thighs together, clearly as excited about the prospect as I am.
With my hands on her shoulders, I spin her around and push her toward her suitcase, smacking her on the ass as she goes. “Come on, Princess. Grab everything you’ve got. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
With a quick peek over her shoulder, she opens her suitcase. Then she pulls out the selection she’s brought with her.
I sidle up beside her and take the toys. When she straightens, I brush a kiss to her lips. “I’ll take these. Can you go grab some ice down the hall?”
Her eyebrows furrow adorably. She’s already worked up, and now she’s frustrated that I’m sending her on an errand instead of getting her naked. “Ice?”
I give her hips a squeeze and nod to the door. “Play along, Princess. I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
Her blue eyes glaze over. “Okay.”Ice bucket in hand, she pads to the door.
“Try not to scream too loud tonight,” I say as she steps out into the hall. “Wouldn’t want the hotel staff to find the Kennedy princess getting fucked like the little whore we both know you are.”
The door clicks shut, cutting off her gasp, and I get to work. Tonight, I’ll give Lennox Kennedy every fantasy she’s ever had. She deserves it and so much more, because that woman is every fantasy of mine come true.
My brain can’t computewhat’s happening right now. How we went from angry to truthful to loving tothis…whatever this is.
For now, I ignore the war of emotions raging inside me. I’ll have plenty of time to analyze the confessions that finally broke free from both of us and how it feels like a turning point—whether I’m ready or not—later. For now, I’ll focus on the words he spoke as I left the room.
Try not to scream too loud tonight. Wouldn’t want the hotel staff to find the Kennedy princess getting fucked like the little whore we both know you are.
Why the hell do I love it so much when he talks to me like that? It should feel degrading. Should make me want to punch him in the face. If he were anyone else, I’d slap the words right out of his mouth.
But when he treats me like his dirty whore, it sets me ablaze in the best way. When he calls me Princess, like the word is filthy, it empowers me.
Because despite the vulgar words, he worships the ground I walk on.
And I know for a fact he’d never hurt me.
I press the button for ice, and as the bucket fills, I can’t help but imagine all the ways we might use it. Pulling in a few ragged breaths, I try to calm my pounding heart. It’s no use. I’m wet, excited, and desperate for his touch.
There’s no tempering this emotion.
So I hustle back to the door. Excitement and nerves spark inside me when I find it ajar, the bolt holding it open just a smidge. The room is dark as I step inside, the silence ramping up my anticipation.
As the door shuts behind me, there’s suddenly a hand clamped to my mouth. Then I’m pulled back into a thick, hard chest. “Don’t scream, Princess, and you’ll make it out of here alive.”
Holy shit.As my pulse skyrockets, arousal floods my body.
“Cover her eyes,” he says, the rough tone making my kitty flutter. His breath ghosts over my ear as he leans close. “I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. If you scream, I’ll have to shut you up, and I promise youwon’tlike it.” His words come out harsh, like he’s truly angry.
The temptation to test him, to find out what tricks he has, is hard to ignore. But for the moment, I obey, nodding against his fingers.
Just as my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, they’re covered, and I’m doused in complete darkness again. The fabric is satiny smooth. Probably the silk tie he removed while we were arguing. He tugs twice, then nods against my shoulder. “Good girl.”
Shivers cascade down my spine at his praise. Why does it feel so good to know I please him?
“I want her on all fours,” he says, once again talking tosomeone else. With his hand on my shoulder, he guides me forward. When my knees hit the bed, he pushes me onto my stomach with his palm to my back and holds me down.
“First I need to prep her,” he replies to himself, his tone slightly deeper.
“Spread your legs, Princess,” he mutters in a voice more like his own. He yanks my pants down, groaning when he finds me bare beneath them. “Look at that, easy access. It’s like you want this. Like you were waiting for us to sneak into your room and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”