Page 48 of Hockey Halloween

I follow, the thud of my heart syncing with the steady rhythm of her breath. When she sits, I drop to my knees in front of her. A soft gasp escapes her lips, catching in her throat, and that tiny sound shatters whatever control I had left.

Jesus. Am I really doing this?

I’ve spent years burying every want, every need, every damn fantasy I’ve had about this woman—my best friend. And now, now I’m on my knees, about to worship her like she’s everything I’ve ever wanted… because she wants someone else.

Maybe that’s what finally snapped something in me. Not just the thought of her in another man’s arms, but the idea that someone else could get to see her, know her, love her, in all the ways I’ve denied myself.

And suddenly, I can’t hold back. I don’t want to.

Her breath quickens as I cup her face in my hands. I lean in, tasting her lips again. She melts into me, parting her mouth, and I swipe my tongue across her bottom lip, savoring the softness, the way her body surrenders.

She sighs, lashes lowering over those stunning green eyes. I gently part her legs and slide between them, fitting against her like we’ve done this a thousand times—like we were made to.

My hand moves from her jaw to the first button of her dress. I pause, giving her a moment, but she doesn’t stop me. Her only answer is a soft moan vibrating in her throat, laced with heat and anticipation.

“I think,” I whisper, voice rough, “The first place I should put my mouth… is right here.” I graze her breasts through the fabric, her breath hitching in response.

“Yes,” she breathes, “That’s probably a very good idea.”

I make quick work of the buttons, wishing I could rip the thing open, but I don’t. She still has to walk out of here. When I open enough buttons, she shimmies the dress down her arms, revealing a black lace bra that nearly knocks me off balance.

“Black lace.” I grin, unable to stop the rumble of appreciation in my chest. “I was wondering if you were a good witch… or a bad one.”

Her lips curve in a sultry smile. “I think this…” she whispers, fingers sliding into my hair, “…is going to be verygood.”

She’s right. I am going to make this good for her.

I tug the cups of her bra down, and a guttural sound escapes me at the sight of her flushed, swollen nipples.

“Jesus.”My mouth waters. I lean in and swipe my tongue across one delicate peak while my hand caresses the other, drawing a gasp from her lips.

She arches into me, and just like that, my last rational thought goes up in flames.

Her skin smells like heat and honey. I take one of her nipples into my mouth and suck, slowly, deeply, until she’s moaning my name and tugging at my hair like she needs something only I can give her.

God, I used to dream about this, about hearing her whisper myname with my mouth on her, about making her come apart for me. But nothing,nothing , could have prepared me for the real thing.

“I need you naked,” I growl.

She lifts her hips as I finish off the buttons, and I peel her dress away, only to find matching black lace panties beneath. Fuck. My control slips another notch.

“They’re hot,” I rasp, slipping a finger beneath the waistband, “But they’ve got to go. Lift.”

She obeys, and I drag them down her legs, then grip her thighs and spread her wide.

Her breath hitches. Her body glistens for me, and that sight alone could end me.

She wants this. She wants me. That one perfect thought drowns out everything else as I lean in and slide my tongue up her slick heat, tasting her for the first time.

She cries out, hips bucking, and my cock pulses painfully hard. But not yet. I’m not done worshipping her. I want her to break…for me.

I slide a finger inside her, slowly, deeply, and feel her walls clench as I curl against that sweet spot. I circle her clit with my tongue, then flick, slow and steady, gauging every sound, every tremble.

She’s perfect.

When I add a second finger and brush her nipple with my thumb, her body arches and she moans so loud it echoes in my bones.

“Gunther… God, yes… just like that.”

I pump my fingers deeper, firmer, curling them just right. She’s writhing now, her hands gripping the cushions, head tossed back. I drown in her, lose myself in the way she tastes, in the way her body responds to me like it’s always known me.

And when she trembles, panting, my name on her lips, I know it’s not just lust anymore. It’s both of us staking our claim.

Changing the rhythm, I slide my finger in and out a little faster, and apply more pressure to her beautiful, swollen clit.

“Oh yes,” she murmurs, and grinds against me.

“Gunther…I’m…” I glance up and her eyes briefly close as her muscles squeeze my fingers.

That first hard clench is followed by an explosion of heat and a moan so full of ecstasy it practically brings on my own orgasm.

“Baby, yes, look at you.” She continues to clench and explode beneath my tongue, and I focus back in on her pussy, lapping up every last drop of her sweet juices.

Her soft moans curl around me, and my heart pounds harder.

“Baby, you taste so good,” I murmur, and she runs her hand through my hair as I continue to devour her.

I glance up again and find her watching me. “I really want to be inside you, but I don’t have a condom.” I give a labored chuckle. “I had no place to stash it in this damn Wonder Woman costume.”

“That’s okay, there are other ways I can take care of you.”

Fuck yeah.

I’m about to move, but go still when I hear a noise outside, two girls talking, arguing about something.

I put my finger to my lips and inch back.

As the voices grow closer, I stand and help Paisley to her feet.

With my mouth close to her ear, I whisper.

“We need to get out of here.” She looks like she’s going to protest—hell, I know my cock isn’t onboard with leaving—but I don’t want anyone to walk in on us.

“Later,” I say and hope to fuck there is a later.

She nods quickly and when I scoop up her panties and hand them over, she quickly tugs them on. I help her with her dress and as she works the buttons, I work to straighten out my costume and tame my damn cock.

We wait a moment longer, and when the voices fade, I nod to the door. “We’d better get back in there. I’m sure they’re wondering where we went.”

“Yeah, and we have two performances to nail,” she murmurs.

“Two?”

“Yeah.” She pokes my chest. “You didn’t dress like that to not win costume karaoke, and of course…Jaxon.”

“Right,” I grunt out.

Dammit, maybe this really was all about getting her guy.