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TWENTY-TWO

LEXI

I’ve been with men who couldn’t get me off even after I walked them through the process step by step, and here comes Riley Mitchell, the quiet NHL player who wears glasses and reads romance novels, who just gave me the best orgasm of my fucking life.

That has to be why he knows what he’s doing. I bet he’s the type of guy who uses the books as reference tools. He probably studies them with a highlighter in his mouth so he can pick out the parts he wants to try, the parts he thinks he’d be good at.

Unbelievable.

Other men should take notes.

I didn’t know what was happening. One minute he was kissing me, and the next he was making me come while I was still wearing my underwear and had my leggings halfway down my thighs.

A thousand gold stars for the blushing boy.

His cock is heavy and salty on my tongue, and I angle my head so I can take him deeper. He’s big—easily the biggest I’ve ever had—and I hollow out my cheeks while I get used to his length.

Riley massages my scalp, and when I add my palm to the base of his shaft and twist, his hips lift off the bed. His hand tightens in my hair, tugging on the strands just to the edge of painful before easing off and rubbing the base of my neck.

“Fuck,” he slurs, and I think that might be his favorite word. “You’re a fucking goddess. I can’t believe—” He stops mid-sentence and I blink up at him, a tear caught in my eye. He’s watching me with an expression I can’t read. It looks like he’s stuck somewhere between lust and absurd happiness, and he wipes my cheek with his thumb. “I’m so glad I get to have you like this, Lexi.”

I pull off him with a pop, drool hanging from my mouth and my jaw tight. I swap out my mouth with my hand, spitting on my palm before stroking him up and down.

“Could you come like this?” I ask, and his nod is vigorous. I don’t know how he doesn’t give himself whiplash. “I want to see it.”

“If I only get you for one night— shit— I want to fuck you.”

“You can fuck me. Come first, then we’ll go again.”

“Seems like you’re changing the rules on me, Lex. What happened to just once ?”

Riley reaches out, his palm landing on my breast. He pinches my nipple then turns the pebbled peak between his fingers—hard—and moisture pools in my underwear. I’m not used to being turned on while giving a blowjob, but watching Riley unravel is doing something to me. His restraint is slipping; his movements get jerkier. His words are more slurred, inaudible. He’s lifting his hips to thrust into my hand, and while I’m glad he’s going to get off, I’m also glad to see how much mobility he has in his lower half.

A web of emotions burrows its way into my chest, taking root, but I shove them away when I swirl my tongue over the head of his cock and swallow down the pre-cum I find there.

“Just one night. We can do a lot of things in the same night,” I clarify, and his laugh is soft. It turns into a groan when I put my mouth on him again and his shaft hits the back of my throat. “If you want.”

“I’ve told you.” His hand squeezes my shoulder so hard I’m going to have fingerprints all over my body tomorrow. I can’t wait to look at them in the mirror. “I do want that.”

I smile around him and don’t say anything else, learning exactly what he likes and exactly what it takes to get him close to the edge: my hands working up and down then cupping his balls and my tongue lapping over his slit then licking him from base to tip.

I enjoy every fucking second.

Riley was right. It doesn’t take long for the muscles in his left leg to strain. For his grunts to turn louder and fill the room and his hand to tug my hair in warning.

“Lex, I’m going to?—”

“I love to swallow,” I say, a quick rush of air, and his groan is the last thing I hear before he fills my mouth with warm and sticky cum.

“God. Fuck . You are…” Each word is punctuated with a stroke of his thumb. A gentle touch and a soothing graze while the rest of his body spasms. “Wonderful.”

I smile at the compliment and take my time to swallow his release and work my mouth off him. When he’s finished, I sit back on my heels. I lick my lips and glance down at him. He’s staring up at me, wonder in his eye, and he opens his arms, an invitation there. I make quick work of shoving my leggings off but leaving my underwear on, and I curl up next to him with my head on his chest.

“How are you doing?” I ask.

“That’s an unfair question.” He’s winded, practically gasping for air. “Because you rocked my fucking world, so I can’t tell if things feel great or if I’m losing my mind.”

I laugh. “Maybe both, if I had to guess.”

“Yeah.” He brushes the hair away from the back of my neck and drops a kiss to my forehead. It’s the most romantic thing a guy has ever done for me, and that’s alarmingly sad. “Definitely both.”

“How does everything feel?” His sweatpants are halfway down his body, and I reach out a hesitant hand, resting it on the socket of his prosthetic leg. “Your leg?”

“Different. It doesn’t hurt, but the sensation is… new.” Riley shrugs and buries his face in my hair. “Something I’ll have to get used to after engaging in clandestine affairs.”

“Whoa. Big words there, Mitchy.”

“Watch it, Armstrong. I might be close to sedated, but I can still make you pay for those smart-ass comments.” He presses a finger into my ribs, and I squeal. “And I read books. I know plenty of big words.”

“What are you reading right now?”

“A cowboy romance. Grant bought us all hats to wear at our next book club meeting. He’s trying to talk the social media team into doing a western night at an upcoming game, but he’s not having a lot of success.”

“Yeehaw. Please send me a photo after. Who needs a horse when you can ride a cowboy?” I say around a yawn. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

“Morning skate for the guys. A game. Hanging out at a bar. Watching some other guy flirt with you only to be the one to make you come.” Riley matches my yawn and pulls me tighter to his chest. “I could sleep for hours.”

“Want me to leave? We have an early flight tomorrow.”

“Nope. I’m not letting you out of my sight until I get this underwear off.” He snaps the elastic band against my skin, smoothing over the sting with his thumb. “It’s pretty. Do you always wear stuff like this?”

“I like to spoil myself,” I admit. “I’m in an industry with barely any women, and I don’t want to appear too girly out of fear the men in power won’t take me seriously.” I roll my eyes. “Even though what I wear and how I do my hair has no impact on how well I do my job.”

“You know what we say to that? Fuck ’em.”

“There you go with that feminism of yours. It’s very attractive.”

“Shucks, Lex. You’re going to make me blush.”

I tilt my chin and gaze up at him. His eyes are closed, glasses sliding down his nose. He looks relaxed, blissed out with the hint of a smile on his mouth and stubble on his jaw. I reach up and put my hand on his cheek, stroking over the rough hair.

I can’t believe he made me come like that. The girls and I have joked before about who we thought would be the best in bed, but I’ve never given the debate a lot of serious thought. After tonight though, I know the answer to that question.

None of them could compare to Riley.

A shred of regret races through me after remembering the conditions of our time together. It would be so easy to see him again, and that’s the problem. Easy never stays easy for long, and I value Riley’s friendship. I like our time together on the treatment table and all the moments in between. Anything more than a few hours together could ruin that, and I don’t want to push him away.

“You’re thinking hard.” He runs his fingers through my hair, careful when he gets to a knotted section. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. Yes.” I kiss his pectoral muscles and drop my chin to his chest. His eyes open, and I bite back a smile. “I’m fine.”

“Anything you want to share with the class?”

“No. Only that you look tired. And you’re half asleep,” I say.

“You gave me the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“ Ever? Careful, Mitchy. You’re going to give me a complex.”

“You know you’re good at that. You know you’re sexy.” His hand skims up my leg and stops on my hip. My breath catches when he teases his fingers along the lace of my underwear. “Right?” he rasps. “Or do I need to show you?”

“You can show me,” I whisper. “I’ve always been a good learner.”

“I need another minute. Athlete, recovery, out of practice, all of that. But I want to make you come again.” He yanks on my underwear, pulling them down just far enough so he can almost see my pussy. “Can I take these off?”

When he’s teasing me like this, whispering in that low tone with heavy-lidded eyes that look like he’s about to pounce, I’m helpless. A proud patriarchy supporting woman, because who am I to deny him what he wants?

Especially when what he wants is me .

“Please,” I tell him, not embarrassed by the way it comes out like a beg.

“I’m going to fuck you after.” Riley pulls away and pushes his palm into my shoulder to get me to lie flat on my back. I’m not sure anyone’s ever been so gentle with me while also having fire behind their eyes, and the juxtaposition makes me shiver. “Sound good to you?”

“I’m so glad I didn’t stay downstairs.”

He laughs and switches positions, finding his way back between my legs. I see the wince flash across his face when he gets settled on his stomach, the way he reaches down and does something with his prosthetic, and I want to tell him he can take it off if it’ll make him more comfortable because I don’t like to see him in pain.

“Me too,” he agrees.

Riley drags my underwear down in a torturous pull. When he gets them off, he keeps his eyes on me when he shoves the pair in his pocket with a sheepish grin.

“Saving those for later?” I ask.

“I need something to prove I slept with the hottest woman in the world. No one would believe me.”

“You don’t seem like the bragging type.”

“I’m not. You said this stays between us. And it will.”

His cheeks turn pink. I don’t know how this is the same man who just bossed me around. He’s not shy when his attention roams down my body, taking in my breasts and my stomach then stopping between my legs.

He groans, and it might be the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. There’s fierceness behind the noise, and I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed by how thoroughly he’s looking at me.

“See something you like?” I ask, the words splintering when he blows a puff of air against my clit.

“Gonna fucking worship you,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into the bed, and I know he will.

He’s purposeful when he pushes a finger inside me, another groan firing from his throat when I open my thighs wider to give him more space. Riley fucks me slowly, carefully, watching my every move to figure out what I like without having to tell him.

When he adds a second finger, I shut my eyes. I try to steady myself, the overwhelming wave of satisfaction starting to roll through me, because he curls his fingers. He presses on my clit with his thumb, then his tongue, and there’s no way in hell I should already be so close, so soon.

“God,” he whispers. “If this is what you look like taking my fingers, how are you going to look when you take my cock?”

“Like I’m being impaled, probably.” I gasp, squirming when he drapes his arm firmly across my stomach so I can’t move. I’m desperate for more of him, the sensation too much but also not nearly fucking enough. “On account of how big you are.”

Riley laughs. He licks a long swipe over my pussy and the mattress dips when he thrusts his hips again. There’s too much happening around me. His hands are everywhere ; moving from the inside of my thighs to my ankles so I rest my feet on his shoulders. Back up and sliding under me so he can grab a handful of my ass in a tight squeeze.

It’s exquisite. I feel boneless when he goes from two fingers inside me to three, the stretch a delicious ache as my entire body starts to respond to him.

“Say something,” I blurt, mortified by the outburst.

“What?” He kisses my knee then sucks on the skin, a spot I didn’t know I liked being touched but absolutely love. “What do you want me to say?”

“I like being talked to. Being?—”

“Praised. You like being told you’re good, don’t you, Lexi?” His touch turns rougher, possessive. “You might be strong and independent, but at the end of the day, you want to know you’re taking me so fucking well.”