Page 152 of Heartbreak Hockey

“Fucking hell, Merc,” he whines.

I smack his ass. “Behave yourself.” A blithe smirk spreads onto my face.

There’s no grace when I tear off my clothes—this isn’t Magic Mike—and if he knew how much savagery is coursing through me, he’d be grateful for the prep time. I’m not just teasing him even if I’m also teasing him.

I’ve been without him for just over a week—not even fourteen days—but it was too much time thinking I’d never be with him again. I’m chomping at the bit to brand him from the inside.

“Play with your dick and show me why I want your ass so much,” I say, stroking my own cock with a slick hand. The rain’s still crashing against the house, wind rattles the windows.

“Jesus fucking Christ. I’m gonna cum from your words, babe.”

“No, you’re not.Don’tcum. Not till my cock is inside you.”

He’s already gone though. Lost in his dick. I add two fingers to his hole, stretching him open as he makes guttural sounds that I’m pretty sure are his current form of begging. I love watching him like this, on his knees on the bed, fucking his hand while my fingers stuff him full.

My need for him builds in my groin. Tingles shoot out of my cock mixed with an erotic ache. I want to be in him. I can never be close enough. I’m always reaching for him, just to get a hit of pleasure, only to have him step out of bounds so that I have to reach further still.

Running my hand over his smooth skin, rippling with all his in-season muscles makes not being in him unbearable. I’ll have to edge him another day.

Spinning him around, I lay him on his back.

The dopey smile lighting Jack’s face says it’s a welcome surprise. His hockey mop is a mess, the dirty blond strands flop everywhere. Pulling one of his legs up from under his knee, propping my bare foot on the bed beside him, I slide in easy like I’m the missing piece to his puzzle. I know it’s weird, but I take a moment to stare at him when I’m inside and pause.

Right now, we’re one person. Secretly, I feel that we are whether I’m in him or not, but when it’s a physical reality I’m the most whole.

“I don’t work right without you, baby.”

“Same. Let’s never fight again.”

I laugh. “If we’re going to be together for as long as I’m planning, we’ll fight, but we’ll get better at fighting. We’ll get even better at making up.”

I move and it initiates a tidal wave. He feels so fucking good on my dick. Hot. Wet. Velvet butter.

I set my inner animal free and take him how he likes to be taken. It’s all wildness and teeth and bruising grips.

This man is mine.

Jack falls apart underneath me as I rail him relentlessly. Reducing a large, strong man to a rag doll is a feat that makes the inner beast preen. I bite my prey, marking him, branding his skin with proof of me. Throwing my head back, sweat and water fly from my brow. I growl and double my efforts.

He’s sinful and the most shameful thing in existence, getting fucked like this, begging for more.

Suddenly he sucks in a breath and freezes on my cock cumming in one long moan. I’m not far behind him, chasing my orgasm. Chasing him.

Chasing. Chasing. Chasing.

* * *

After our epic makeup sex and a few rounds of “I need you again sex”, followed by “I just wanna be in you sex”, we finally need food, but I haven’t had the chance to stock my fridge yet. We order in and sort out his shit while we wait, wiping water from his rain-dampened belongings. It’s still coming down and I have plans for the coziest rainy-day afternoon with him in my arms and Ramen in my belly, after we get the house back to some kind of order.

“I’m tired now, Merc. I just won the Calder Cup. Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

“That was six days ago. We’re not leaving the house like this.Move, Leslie.”

“Oooooh!”

* * *

We unpack him into my life. He gives his dresser to the room Logan will stay in while he’s here. He buys us a bigger bed and a few other new pieces of furniture since apparently, he saved a ton of money from not drinking so much this season.