Page 24 of Any Second Now (Fort Collins Blizzard Hockey #2)

“Say it.” Then my mouth twists into a wicked smirk. “Beg. ”

She bucks again, and I almost forget about my hot little game.

“Please, Atticus.” Her eyes are half closed and she lays back and reaches her hands above her head, scooting and pressing down on me. “Please.”

“That’ll do.” I hold back a moan as I press in and slowly glide out, savoring the feel of her. God, the look on her face right now.

So much flashes through my head as I move slowly inside Raleigh, her sounds escalating my pleasure. I watch the pleasure building on her face, and she meets my gaze, eyes heavy with need.

Raleigh’s the only one I’ve ever really wanted. I was afraid to admit it, because I was never going to get her.

And here she is.

Raleigh whimpers and I focus only on her.

“Atticus.” Raleigh rolls her hips to meet mine, taking all of me deeper and deeper.

“Right here, baby.” I reach my hand between us and rub her clit, watching her face to see how it changes with my touch.

“I’m going to come,” Raleigh whispers. Her hands grip my ass and she wraps her legs tightly around my waist.

I pump harder and faster until she screams out and her pussy clenches around my cock, and only when her orgasm is coming down do I let myself go, wave after wave of pleasure causing black spots on the edge of my vision.

When it’s over, I roll off Raleigh and lie on my back for a moment, breathing heavily.

“You okay?” I turn my head to Raleigh. She’s staring at the ceiling, a ghost of a smile on her face.

“Yeah.” She turns to me and smiles. “That was amazing.”

“It was.” I reach for the box of tissues on my nightstand.

“You’re a great rebound.”

“Fuck off.” I reach over and tickle her waist. “Take that back or I’m gonna do it again.”

“I definitely want to do it again,” Raleigh says, but closes her eyes. “In a bit.”

I grab a few tissues and reach between Raleigh’s thighs to clean her up, then head to the bathroom. When I get back, she’s standing next to a pile of her clothing.

My stomach drops in disappointment, even as I take in the sight of her standing naked in my bedroom.

No part of me wants her to leave right now.

“Tell me you’re not going?” I know I sound desperate.

“No. I’m just not a sit-around-naked kind of woman.” She scrunches her face.

“Well that’s unfortunate, because I’d definitely like to sit around naked with you.”

She picks up her t-shirt.

“Wait.” I stride over to my dresser. “I have a shirt for you.”

Do I have t-shirts? Yup, drawers full. Am I going to give her one? Nope, I’m sure not.

If she’s gotta put on clothing, it needs to be something that shows she’s mine.

She holds out her hand and I toss her the item, drinking in the sight of her breasts as she examines what I threw to her.

“Your jersey?” She looks over at me, a smirk on her face, and turns to show me the back of the purple and yellow jersey. It shows the number eight plus Knox.

“Yup.”

“And you want me to wear it right now.” She pulls it in to her chest.

“I’d prefer you wear nothing else.”

“Alright.” She pulls the shirt over her head and lets it fall to just below her ass. She looks down at the jersey and then up at me.

The sight of Raleigh Hayes standing in my bedroom wearing my hockey jersey? I think I’m getting hard again just looking at her.

I close the distance between us and wrap my hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

“You look hot in my jersey. ”

Something flashes across her face. Does she know I don’t give just any woman my jersey to wear?

As a matter of fact, she’s the only one.

I’ve spent years sleeping with women who only saw me as a hockey player—which, to be fair, is how I see myself—and knew I was never gonna commit to them.

A few tried to get me to agree to be their boyfriend, but I hardly ever slept with the same woman more than a few times. I never wanted them to catch feelings.

I certainly wasn’t going to.

Sleeping with them was only physical. I was never in my head. I was an animal, fucking fast and hard and then when it was over, ready to leave. Yeah, I always made sure the woman was satisfied, I’m not a complete asshole.

But it was physical satisfaction, not emotional.

I reach down and cup Raleigh’s ass in my hands, pulling her up and against me.

“Yeah?” Raleigh says, breathing hard, her arms around my neck. She hops up and swings her thighs around my waist, linking her ankles at the small of my back. I moan as her pussy presses against the length of my hard, bare cock.

“I have something to say to you.” I press her against me and her breathing gets faster.

“What?” Raleigh’s eyes flutter as she moves her hips.

“You’re fired.”

She stops moving and her eyes fly open.

“Fired from what?”

“As my dating coach.” I lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips. “You were a fucking awful coach.”

She huffs a laugh. “Was I?”

“I mean, you’re currently grinding your bare pussy against your student’s cock, so yeah, I’d say you were pretty bad.”

“Fine. I’ll look for a new student.”

“Like fuck you will.” I growl and walk her over to the bed, pressing her down against the comforter and reaching down to rub her clit.

She half laughs, half moans.

I don’t know how long Raleigh is going to let me touch her like this, but I’m sure going to find out.