Page 49 of Hot for the Hockey Player (The Single Moms of San Camanez: The Vino Vixens #2)

Maverick

I gave Gabrielle two more orgasms on Wednesday morning before she left to go home and work, then another five Thursday morning when I sent her a dirty text about how hungry I was for my breakfast between her legs, and she raced over to my cabin wearing two different shoes.

I took Laurel and Honor to woodworking Thursday night, where we started gluing pieces of wood together and clamping them until they dried, as the beginning of our bat box project.

At first, we were going to make birdhouses, but then Laurel suggested bat boxes instead, since there were loads of bats on the island. So we pivoted.

When I dropped the girls off at home later that night, they were grinning from ear to ear, chatting about all the different things they wanted to build, and how cool it was that the carpenter was this short, maybe five-foot-one, beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde woman who wore her hair up with a contractor’s pencil.

I loved seeing them inspired and learning that women could do anything men could do—and more.

I followed them up the steps to Gabrielle’s front door, and Laurel let us inside. “Why’d you bite my mom’s neck?” she asked, toeing out of her shoes and placing them on the shoe shelf before hanging up her jacket. “That’s just weird.”

Heat rushed into my face.

“Yeah. If my future boyfriend ever tries to bite my neck, I’ll punch him in the face,” Honor added, making a face of disgust.

“All right, that’s enough,” Gabrielle said, coming into the kitchen with a mild look of horror on her pretty face. “Leave poor Maverick alone. I told you before, Laurel, sometimes when grown-ups kiss, they get … a little carried away, and teeth get caught in the mix.”

Laurel shot me a look that I could only interpret as a warning, like: don’t get carried away with my mom’s neck again.

I tried so hard to keep my face in check and not smirk, but damn, it was hard.

The girls were so cheeky and clever. I loved hanging out with them.

It was a shame Sam didn’t feel comfortable joining us, but maybe after hearing from her cousins about how fun the woodworking was, she would change her mind.

“Go get ready for bed,” Gabrielle said to her daughter. “And Honor, your mom is waiting for you at home, honey.”

Honor nodded and her slender shoulders rounded on a big sigh. “Fine.”

“I’ll see you both tomorrow evening for watercolor, right? More movement in the trees. We’re going to make them sway so hard.”

Both girls gave me weird looks, like I was embarrassing the shit out of them—and I was here for it. So, just to add to the cringe factor a little more, I raised my arms above my head like tree branches and swayed them back and forth while making a wind sound by blowing out air.

“Just like this.”

They cringed.

Mission accomplished.

“Don’t do that … please,” Honor said. “It’s embarrassing.”

Gabrielle snorted. “Good night, Honor.”

Naomi’s daughter glanced at me. “Thanks for taking us, Mav. See you tomorrow.”

“You’re welcome, kiddo. See you tomorrow.”

She disappeared back out the door, and after thanking me, Laurel headed to her room as well. That left me and my lady fair.

Once we knew the kids were neither in sight nor earshot, I swooped in and wrapped my arms around her, plastering her back against the fridge and taking her mouth.

She melted into me instantly. “I know it’s only been like nine hours since I was inside you, but I’m already going through withdrawal,” I said, raking my teeth across her jaw and down to her neck.

She moaned and ground her pussy against my thigh, where I’d wedged it between her legs.

“I know. I keep thinking about … that thing you did with your tongue.”

“Yeah? Does it make you wet?”

She whimpered and nodded.

“How wet?” I already had my hand traversing down her midriff and below the waistband of her loose linen trousers.

She bit her lip and moaned a little when I pushed past the soft cotton of her panties, through the trimmed curls to where she was indeed soaked for me.

Groaning, I wiggled my finger over her clit. “You can’t expect me to just leave now. Not when you’re this ready for me.” Drawing soft, lazy circles around her nub, I buried my face in her neck and nipped at the soft skin.

“Careful,” she murmured. “No more bite marks.”

“That are visible?” My finger slid a little deeper to gather some of her wetness before pushing inside just a little. She spread her legs for me and tilted her hips up so the heel of my hand rubbed her clit. “I need you.”

“Not here. We can’t,” she panted, moving her hand down to stroke the bulge of my jeans.

“My truck.”

“What?”

But I had already pulled my hand free of her pants, grabbed her other hand, and was leading her to the door.

“This is insane,” she said, struggling to slide into some Crocs as I heaved open the door.

She glanced behind her, probably checking to make sure no child had emerged from their bedroom to catch us in our foreplay preview.

Then we were bumbling down the porch steps and running to my truck parked in her gravel driveway.

I hauled open the back door and held it open for her to climb in first, then followed, barely closing the door before she was reaching for the hem of my shirt and yanking it over my head. I laughed when the neck of it got caught on my lip, but we quickly fixed things, and I tossed it to the side.

Then it was her turn, and I had her in just a bra in seconds. She reached behind her and unclipped it, sending it to the footwell. I loved how this stoic, put-together woman became almost feral with me. That she felt comfortable enough to let go, let loose, and just feel rather than think.

I fished the condom out of my jean pocket just as she shimmied her pants and underwear down her thighs until she was completely naked and so fucking beautiful.

I unzipped my pants and tugged them down enough to get my cock out, then rolled on the condom.

She watched me with hooded eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth and her chest heaving.

Once I was protected, I helped her climb into my lap.

With her knees on either side of my thighs, she lifted up, and I reached between us to line us up.

Then, she slowly—with her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck and her teeth still pinning her bottom lip—sunk down.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned.

All she did was give a sexy little whimper when I reached up, cupped her breasts, and gently pinched each nipple between my fingers.

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

She began to lift and drop, taking me almost all the way out, then sinking down low and slow, squeezing the entire way down.

She had the tightest pussy I’d ever experienced.

And it wasn’t just a tight squeeze every now and then.

No. She gripped my cock like her pussy was a fist, and she refused to ever let me go.

This woman had the strongest pelvic floor muscles of anyone I’d ever met.

And here I was, reaping all the benefits.

Over and over again, she rode me. Up and down, up and down, as I cupped her tits and played with her nipples, making them hard and pointy. Then, taking them into my mouth one at a time, I sucked them until she gasped.

It didn’t matter that we’d had sex several times that morning. Every time with Gabrielle was like coming up for air after being under water, unsure if I’d ever taste oxygen again.

Releasing her nipple, I gripped her chin and brought her mouth to mine, sweeping my tongue inside and tasting the wine she must have been sipping on before I arrived.

Was it pinot?

She met my tongue stroke for stroke, then she started sucking on it, moving her mouth in time with the way she bobbed up and down in my lap. It was a hypnotic dance of her hips and mouth that had me gripping the edge of my seat with my hands to keep myself from coming too soon.

Both of us breathed heavily, fogging up the truck as the wind whipped noisily outside, gently rocking the vehicle. But we were safe inside. Heating things up in our own little world.

Her rhythm began to falter, and her thighs trembled, which told me she was close. We’d only been having sex for two days, but in those two days we’d had a lot of sex, and I already knew her tells when she was close.

Whimpering into my mouth, with her exhales and inhales coming raggedly out through her nose, Gabrielle paused when she dropped down low on my lap, squeezed her pussy tight, and let go.

I couldn’t hold on any longer either, not when a goddess was currently coming completely undone around me.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her there as we came together, her pussy pulsing around my cock as it throbbed inside of her with each fresh, glorious wave of pleasure that shot through me, making my toes curl and my forehead break out in a sweat.

Her little mewls and squeaks were like a beautiful symphony to my ears as her body went ramrod straight in my arms. Only then, just as she reached the summit, hovered there for a minute and crashed over the other side, did she finally relax, collapsing against me and breaking the kiss.

We stayed in that position for a little while, chests heaving, all the windows already foggy.

I traced soft lines up and down her spine, feeling the gooseflesh prickle against my fingertips.

She pressed a kiss to my jaw and lifted her head from my shoulder, her eyes sleepy in the dark. “I don’t recognize myself with you.”

Brushing her chocolate locks away from her face, I cupped her jaw. “Do you like who you see?”

“I like how you make me feel.”

That didn’t really answer my question, but the wary look in her eyes told me not to ask again, so I dropped it. This was all still really new, and we were figuring things out. She was probably going to go to bed overthinking all of it, but hopefully not so much that she decided to end things.

“I like how you make me feel too,” I said before gently brushing my lips against hers.

“I should probably get dressed and get inside.”

Nodding, I helped her climb off my lap as I held onto the base of the condom.

Grabbing a piece of Kleenex from under the passenger seat, I tied off the condom, wrapped it in the tissue, and shoved it into my pocket before fastening my pants.

Gabrielle was nearly dressed by the time I did all that.

“Damn, you’re speedy,” I said just as she tugged her soft, mossy-green sweater over her head.

All she did was smirk and pull her hair out from under the sweater.

“So I’m going to take Damon with me to Man’s house tomorrow to interview him for my podcast,” I said as she slid into her Crocs now that she was completely dressed. “You don’t mind?”

She shook her head. “I think it’s a great idea to have him help you with this.

He seems really excited. You know he said to me today that because he’s homeschooled and self-paced now, if he works through the summer and really pushes himself, he could graduate at sixteen.

This, coming from the kid who just two weeks ago, I had to bribe with screen time just to get him to finish his math homework. ”

“I think you made the right choice pulling him from the school.”

She nodded, her hand wrapped around the door handle. “Me too. Thank you for pushing me to see that he needed help.”

I cupped my hand around her neck and jaw, pulling her back toward me.

“I’ll do anything for you. I mean that.” Then, in a gesture more intimate than I think I intended, I pressed my forehead against hers.

I could feel her tense up a little, and I quickly released my hand and moved back. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She nodded and opened the door. “Tomorrow. Have a good night.” Then she hopped out, and I followed since I needed to get into the front seat anyway. I watched her walk up the porch steps and crossed my fingers that she’d turn around and at least give me a wave.

She did. And I released that trapped bubble of air in my lungs in a long, loud whoosh .

“Take it slow, Roy. Take it slow. You don’t want to spook her, and she’s got a lot more to lose than you.

Don’t push,” I told myself as I pushed the start button and reversed the truck to turn around.

Just before I put the vehicle into drive, I glanced toward her kitchen window.

The light was on, but I couldn’t see her.

Then the light went out, which was my cue to head home.

So I did, with thoughts of nothing but Gabrielle and what kind of a future we could possibly have, here on her island, whirling around in my head. And honestly, they all seemed great. Better than great. Every scenario that came to mind seemed fucking fantastic.

Only, none of them involved me playing hockey anymore.

What the hell did that mean?