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Chapter 22

Alexis

A warm and fuzzy feeling courses through my veins as I feel the effect I have on Blake first-hand.

He’s rock hard underneath my touch, turned on beyond what I thought was humanly possible. And I thrive on it. I love seeing him like this, all hot and bothered and slightly possessive. All because of me. And that along with his confession?

Whatever walls I had left turned to ash.

I leave a trail of kisses down his throat, reducing the mountain of a man beneath me to a puddle. It doesn’t take long for me to lose what little self-control I have and gently bite his shoulder, a shiver passing through the lowest part of my belly as he twitches against me. Blake mutters obscenities under his breath and I look up, wondering if I’d done something wrong.

Blake merely grins. “Do it again.”

I happily comply. His fingers dig deep into my hips and I hope they leave a mark for me to look at and remember this moment. Because at this moment I am not the hockey captain’s sister or the boring sick girl who never wants to go out. I am so much more than that.

I am Alexis Noelle Moore, and I am enough.

Enough to be desired, to love. Enough to take up space on this earth and claim it as my own. Enough, just the way I am.

A low growl rips from Blake’s throat—guttural and needy. “If you keep this up we’re going to be in big trouble.”

“Promise?” I bite my lip for the sole reason of turning him on more. It works, too.

“Promise. Any more of this teasing and I’d have to haul your cute butt off this blanket and into that tent, and then I would have no choice but to make you pay for this torture by taking you nice and slow until you’re begging me to come.”

It’s another tease, but it’s so much more. It’s a veiled question of are you sure? A quiet tell me what you want. And that only makes me want him more.

“Sounds like a you problem.” I graze my teeth over his lower lip.

Blake grunts, and it’s filled with such lust I’ve never heard anything as beautiful. “You forget these tents aren’t soundproof. And when you come on my cock, Sunshine, you will be screaming my name loud enough for everyone to know you’re mine.”

“You’re right, that does sound problematic.” My voice is barely a whisper now, but I know he can hear every word when I say, “Let’s do it anyway.”

Blake doesn’t have to be told twice. He’s got us flipped in an instant, and within seconds I am hauled up into the air and cradled into his warm chest as he crosses the field in long strides. One word is all it would take for him to turn around, to carry me back to that blanket and the sweet nothings under the stars.

I stay far away from that word—I want every bit of him.

The moment my spine touches the air mattress in our tent I pull him down with me, unwilling to be apart for another second. He breaks away for only a moment, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of my head, those gorgeous blue eyes piercing mine with a gentleness that makes me swoon. “Are you sure about this, Alexis?”

“I want you, Blake. All of you. So take me like I’m one of the girls on your roster–make me yours .”

It’s what I said when he first touched me, when he told me my first positive time should be more special than a random afternoon fuck. It can’t get more special than this, I think.

I pull him down for another kiss, and this time he doesn’t pull away. We peel off our coats in a frenzied tangle of limbs and as he tosses his sweatshirt to the side I pull his shirt off after it, letting my fingers roam free over the sculpted planes of his chest.

Fine. Maybe my tongue too.

There might also be some bite marks.

Blake grabs a hold of my wrists and pins them gently above my head before pausing, raising his brow in silent question. Is that okay?

I nibble my lip as I nod, sticking out my chest to urge him on. He holds my wrists with one hand, the other creeping slowly under the hem of the oversized sweatshirt I stole from his closet, and his gaze darkens as he notices there is absolutely nothing underneath.

As if forgetting his plan of taking me slow, he pulls the sweatshirt over my head and onto the heap of discarded clothes before running those heavenly calloused fingers along my sides.

“Mine,” he breathes. Not in possessiveness—well, that too—but in overwhelming awe. It’s so sweet I laugh, a sound that’s instantly silenced when his lips crash against mine.

Distracted by my lips he doesn’t notice me undoing his buttons until I’m trying to tug down his jeans, eager to feel him inside of me.

“Patience,” he warns, but I can tell he is just as desperate as I am. Our taunting is less effective now, and we’re a tangled mess of limbs as we try to steal the last remaining clothes off the other. Even so, as soon as we’re rid of those pesky things he gently pushes me onto my back again, taking his sweet time cataloging every inch of me into his mind. His cock twitches with need and is dripping with pre-cum, but as I reach out for it he catches my wrist and pins it back above my head.

“Not tonight,” he says with a soft kiss on my forehead. “I’ll have my fun, I promise. Tonight is all about you.”

“It’s—” His lips crash into mine, shutting me up as his free hand starts a tantalizingly slow journey down my stomach. When he finally reaches my folds his fingers come out dripping with slick, my core throbbing in anticipation.

“So wet already. Guess you got yourself pretty worked up teasing me, huh?”

I move my hips into his touch, needing that sweet, sweet pressure he knows how to give so well. He lowers down to align his lips with my core, softly blowing air to the sensitive skin on my thighs. It’s torture, absolute torture, to lie naked with the hottest guy on earth and not have him inside of me—hell, he’s barely even touching me at all.

“Blake, I swear...”

He laughs at my glaring, his lips brushing the top of my folds in apology.

“I think I liked you better when you were biting me,” he winks, and I shoot him a look that says don’t tempt me.

But I don’t get to say the words out loud, because as soon as he sees my expression he swirls his tongue around my sensitive bud, my back arching as a ripple of pleasure shoots through me.

His hand splays out over the lower part of my stomach to keep me in place as he works my clit, as if I’d dare move away from his tongue and that sweet, sweet release that’s already building. I run my fingers through his brown curls and push him further down as the cusp nears and I plummet over the edge of pleasure. I’m vaguely aware of my sounds and volume, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Not now.

Not when I feel Blake align himself with me, his hard cock teasing my folds until it’s coated in my slick, part of the condom wrapper still balanced between his teeth. He spreads my legs further apart, hauling one of his shoulders before cupping my jaw in his hand.

“It’s only me, all right?” he says in the gentlest voice I have ever heard. “Just breathe and focus on my touch.”

He waits for me to nod before kissing me, ever so gently, his thumb drawing lazy hearts on my sensitive clit as he pushes inside of me. He goes slow, pausing every few seconds to let me adjust until he’s all the way in.

Blake’s a big guy, I knew that going into this. But to know it and to feel it are two completely different things. He stretches me out so carefully, so enticingly, that I can’t help but grow impatient. More. More. More.

“Look how well you’re taking my cock, Sunshine,” Blake says as he nips at my ear. “Still with me?”

I kiss him in lieu of an answer, making him groan.

“You need to say the words, Alexis.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I’m okay. Keep going, please.”

His lips move to my neck. “That’s my girl.”

Lazy thrusts fill my mind as I adjust to the sensations and before long I’m begging him to pick up the pace, being met with a wicked grin as he happily complies.

His lips whisper affections in my ear, and I zero in on the softness in his voice to push away the dark thoughts and memories that try and steal my bliss. Blake isn’t Hudson. After tonight, Blake won’t stalk or threaten me just for having had sex with him. Blake loves me, and I…I love him.

That is the thought I cling to as my climax builds, letting it carry me to the star-filled finish.

He’s close, so close, and his thrusts gain force as we barrel toward the grand finale. His lips find mine, hard and warm and wanting, keeping me from crying out as I come. I clench around him, the sensation so delicious it makes me want another, and it’s enough to send Blake over the edge with me. He mutters profanities as he finishes with a growl and slow, full thrusts before slumping down beside me.

We’re breathless and sweating, but when I meet his gaze, he has the cutest, goofiest smile. “It’s unfair how you can still be this gorgeous while spent. Have you ever considered giving the rest of us a chance?”

“Never. You need the competition to keep your ego in check,” I smile, and kiss him again.

Blake rises, grabbing the pack of damp washing cloths from my bag—a tip provided by Alissa—before cleaning me up, peppering my body with kisses and compliments until his heart feels like an extension of mine and our cheeks are sore from smiling.

And when we’re both clean and clothed and I’m too sleepy to keep my eyes open a moment longer, he curls up beside me and pulls me into his chest so I can hear his heart, letting it lull me to sleep.

In the fog between awake and asleep, I hear Blake’s voice, soft and gentle.

“You are more than just a girl on my roster, Alexis,” it says. “You’re the girl.”