Page 77 of Hockey Boy
Lips twisted into a smile, she exhales a long breath.
I pat my thighs. “Your throne awaits, my queen.”
Her pupils dilate in response to that term.
“That’s right, Lex. Out there, you’re a princess, but in here, you’remyqueen.”
What I don’t tell her is that when I sayin here, I don’t meanin the bedroom.
I mean in my heart.
I’min so much trouble. It’s official. I really like my fake boyfriend-slash-fiancé.
And Ireallylove his tongue.
I’m weighed down, my body spent after all the orgasms he’s doled out. Still apprehensive. But this is what he wants—me on top—and I won’t hurt him.
The man is a walking piece of art, down to his blinged-out penis. Fuck, was it satisfying to finally know for sure, to finally get to play with it. The way those silver barbells slid as I twisted them with my tongue and the sounds he made when I did? This is going to be so much fun.
“Condom?” he asks. “I’ve been tested since Jill?—”
A bolt of unease courses through me. How I hate that those words have to be uttered. Not because I don’t appreciate a good safe-sex talk, but because she cheated on him. Because she treated Aiden, one of the kindest men to ever exist, so poorly.
Rolling to my side, I snag one from the drawer beside my bed. “I’m good with or without,” I say, tossing the foil square onto his chest. “I’m on the shot, and I’m negative.”
With a nod, he studies it. We never used them when we were in high school. We were idiots. But I’ve used them with every person since. I do not want to ask what his situation with Jill was.
Aiden drops it to the bed beside him. “I want to feel you.”
My heart trips over itself. God, I want that too, and it feels so damn good to know he trusts me enough to know I’d never put him at risk. I’d never trap him. Though I’m sure plenty of women would try. He’s a catch in every sense of the word.
Without another word, Aiden pulls me on top of him, and suddenly, I feel like I’m sixteen again. We’ve both changed so much, but our hearts are the same. And right now, I’m looking down at the man who would do anything for me. The man who would take on my father, pretend to be engaged to me, and break his own damn heart, just to keep me happy. I vow right here and now to do all I can to keep from breaking it again.
I talk a big game, but it’s been a long time since I’ve shared my bed with a man, so I suck in a breath and hold it as I position him between my thighs. When I look up at Aiden’s face, he’s fixated on my hand and how it’s wrapped around his dick, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together. He’s so focused.
When I don’t move, he licks his lips and drags his gaze up to my face. “Put me in, baby. Put me out of my misery.”
With a soft smile, I obey, notching his head at my entrance, then sliding down slowly. In unison, we gasp, eyes locked, as I slip down one barbell after another, my body stretching to take him.
“Holy shit, that feels amazing,” I whisper.
Jaw locked tight, Aiden grits out, “So good.”
On instinct, as if we were never apart, I plant my hands on his chest, lower myself, and take his mouth. Aiden moans against my lips, like that was the last thing he expected. Like the sensation is more satisfying than anything else we’ve done tonight. His tongue melds with mine as I glide my hips against him, teasing my sensitive, swollen clit.
“Holy shit, Aiden, this—fuck.”
“I know,” he murmurs, cuffing my neck with one hand and pulling me back in for another drugging kiss.
We stay like that, mouths fused, as I grind down on him, and he pistons up into me, fucking like we can’t get enough.
I feel whole in an indescribable way. Full. Complete.
I pull back. This is too much.He’s too much. But of course in my effort to break his spell on me I see the pink peonies he bought me.
He bought me my favorite flower.
And they’re beautiful. Bold vibrant pinks, wide open and fully bloomed. There’s not just a bushel, no there are at least two dozen. Too many, if we’re being honest. They take over my nightstand. Force you to notice them. Just like he does.