Page 32 of Blindside Me (Cessna U Hockey #3)

Each thrust is measured and controlled, just like everything else Drew does. But when I dig my nails into his back, when I whisper his name in his ear, I sense that control slipping.

His rhythm falters and grows more urgent. The headboard knocks softly against the wall. The sheets tangle around our legs. Our bodies move together, finding a pace that builds and builds until I’m arching against him, chasing the edge.

“Look at me,” Drew demands, and I do. His eyes are dark, almost black, and locked on mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I gasp, and that’s all it takes for him to lose control. He slams into me, over and over, until I’m writhing and screaming his name as I come hard.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps thrusting, slow and deep, dragging out my orgasm. Then he pulls out. His hot breath on my neck makes me shiver. I want to scream, “No,” because I am not ready for this to end.

“Get on all fours.”

Oh. Oh.

My body obeys before my brain catches up.

I drop my chest to the bed, ass in the air, and body trembling.

His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into my skin like he’s marking me.

Possessing me. Then he slides his cock between my thighs, all slick and hot.

He rubs the head against my soaked entrance.

Little teases that have me biting the pillow to keep from begging.

No matter how many orgasms he gives me, it’s never enough. Not from him.

“Is this what you want? You need my thick cock inside you again?”

“Yes,” I push my ass against him, hoping he’ll cave.

He doesn’t.

“If you want more of this, you’re going to have to say it.”

Heat races along every inch of my skin. I can’t take it anymore. At this moment, I’ll give this man anything he wants.

“Please,” I moan. “Please, fuck me.”

This time, he doesn’t make me wait. I gasp as he slams into me in one brutal thrust. My nails rip through the sheets as he starts fucking me hard, his hips slapping against mine.

Every stroke hits that spot deep inside me, and I’m shaking, coming apart already.

His hands move to my shoulders, pinning me down as he leans over me. His breath is hot on my neck.

“You like that, don’t you?” he pants, his voice dark and hungry. “You like getting fucked like a slut.”

I whimper, my body clenching around him as another orgasm tears through me. He doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding into me relentlessly, his cock stretching me wide. I can feel every vein, every pulse of him as he drives deeper.

“That’s it,” he rasps. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I’m so wet, so fucking wet, and the sound of our skin slapping together is loud in the room. My arms give out, and I’m face down on the pillow, ass still in the air as he fucks me harder. His hands grab my hips again, pulling me back onto his cock with every thrust.

He’s so big. So full. He keeps hitting that spot.

“Drew,” I say, my voice hoarse. “I can’t—I can’t?—”

“You can,” he growls. “You’re going to come again, Jade. Right fucking now.”

And I do. My body explodes, trembling and tightening around him as he fucks me through it. He groans, deep and guttural, and his thrusts get sloppy, desperate. He’s close.

“Jade,” he grits out, my name breaking on his lips as he thrusts once, twice more, and comes hard, his body shuddering against mine. He collapses forward, pinning me to the bed, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. We lay there, tangled, breathless, and utterly spent.

For a long moment, we don’t move. The only sounds in the room are our uneven breathing and the distant hum of the mini fridge. Drew’s weight on me is reassuring and grounding.

Eventually, he shifts, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before rolling to his side. He doesn’t go far, just far enough to look at me properly. His hand traces lazy patterns along my stomach.

I smile at him, dazed and completely satisfied. Damn if Callie wasn’t right. He does get me dick drunk.

The buzz of my phone on the nightstand breaks my blissfulness.

Drew reaches across me to grab it, glancing at the screen before handing it over. “It’s your uncle.”

My stomach drops as I read the text: “Dinner at one. We need to talk.”

I stiffen immediately. Uncle never asks me to dinner unless it’s something serious. Does he know? Did someone see us together?

“What’s wrong?” Drew asks, rising onto one elbow.

I show him the message.

His jaw tenses. “Maybe we should just tell him.”

I stare at him, wondering if I’ve misheard. “Tell him? Tell my uncle, your team’s head coach, that we’re…”

I trail off, unsure how to finish that sentence. That we’re what?

He sits up entirely, the sheet pooling low on his waist. I try not to get distracted by the glow of the lamplight on bare skin.

“That we’re together,” he finishes for me. “Yes.”

Together. The word lands in my chest like a dropped stone.

“What about the team? What about your draft chances?” My voice is thin. “He might bench you. Or worse.”

“I know.”

“Maybe we should wait,” I suggest, sitting up to face him properly. “Just until after the game against my ex. It’s a big one for him.”

He hesitates. I see the war in his eyes. Then he shakes his head.

“No,” he says firmly. “I don’t want to hide us anymore.”

That certainty, more than anything, crumbles any remaining wall I have.

“Then I guess you’ll be joining me for dinner,” I say, trying to sound braver than I feel.

Drew presses a kiss to my shoulder, lingering there. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. We should be okay as long as he doesn’t ask how we met.”

His laugh vibrates against my skin. “God, let him assume it’s from the interview.”

“We’ll go with that.”

“No doubt.” Drew leans back and meets my gaze. His lips flatten into a straight line. “He’ll be mad.”

“He’ll live,” I respond with forced confidence. But we both know telling him is a bomb waiting to go off.

Howell isn’t just Drew’s coach. He’s also the man who recruited and pushed him the hardest. Believed in him the most. And he’s also my only family.

This could end everything Drew’s worked for.

He must see it on my face because he pulls me close again, his arms warm and secure. “We’ll figure it out,” he murmurs against my hair.

And maybe we will.

Or maybe everything’s about to go up in flames.

But for now, just for now, we stay tangled up in the quiet, the future pressing close and dangerous on the other side of tomorrow.