Page 42 of One Good Puck (Denver Bashers #5)
Abby
I lie down on my back, gazing up at Gavin with what I’m certain is the cheesiest, giddiest grin I’ve ever flashed.
But I can’t help it. This man is the sexiest guy I’ve ever seen in my life, and he’s rocking my world in the bedroom. I never thought I’d enjoy someone eating my ass. A couple of guys I dated when I was younger asked me to try it, but I never wanted to.
But with Gavin, it’s a different story. He makes me feel so sexy and comfortable.
I can tell he’s insanely attracted to me.
And not just when we’re in the bedroom together.
I catch him eyeing me when I’m just hanging around the house, in yoga pants and a sweater.
I know without a doubt that he thinks I’m beautiful always.
And every time we’ve been together in the bedroom, he’s blown my mind. I trust that he’ll always prioritize my pleasure and comfort. I trust that he’ll always go out of his way to make me feel good.
Emotion bubbles up inside of me when I realize he’s the first guy I’ve ever been with who’s done that—who’s prioritized me and my needs in the bedroom.
And he’s not even my boyfriend. He’s my friend who I’m hooking up with.
My brain snags on the words I’ve used to describe him. That sounds so wrong…even though it’s the truth.
I push aside the thought and watch him step off the bed and walk over to his nightstand, pull out a condom, then walk back over to me.
That dangerously sexy half-smile tugs at his mouth as he eyes and climbs back onto the bed. He slides on the condom, then grabs my hip and lines himself up with me.
He teases the head of his cock at my entrance. For a second, I think he’s going to draw this out, but he thrusts his full length inside of me. I cry out, feeling blissfully overwhelmed.
“I’m not gonna be able to last long,” he grits out in a low, rough voice. He pulls out and slams into me again. “I’m too turned on from you riding my face. And eating your gorgeous ass.”
“It’s okay. I don’t want you to hold off. I want you to come for me, Gavin.”
Something flickers in his crystal blue eyes. They’re bright and bold as he looks at me, like he’s holding onto a secret.
He licks his thumb, then gently massages my clit. I cry out and press my head against the pillow.
“Come with me, sweetness.” His growled command, combined with the way he’s playing with my clit sends me straight to the edge.
It’s less than a minute before I’m coming. I’m thrashing against the bed, trying my hardest not to scream too loud. Yeah, this house is huge, but I don’t want to risk waking up Emma. That’s how loud I am when Gavin makes me come. That’s how good he makes me feel every single time.
My body tenses, and heat flashes all over my skin. I’m lit up with pleasure from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Gavin thrusts into me hard, coming with a grunt. He hovers over me, sweat dotting his muscled chest, his skin fiery, breathing hard, just like me.
He dusts a soft kiss to my lips before slipping out of me and hopping off the bed and padding to the bathroom to get rid of the condom.
I start to sit up, but he gently grabs my hand.
“Stay and cuddle with me for a bit?” he asks in a soft voice, almost like he’s shy.
I smile and nod, giddy that he wants to stay with me for a little longer. When I lie back down, he wraps his massive, muscled arms around me and tucks me against his broad chest. He kisses my forehead.
“You’re leaving for a string of away games on Monday, right?” I ask.
“Yeah. Then we have two home games, then we’re gone again the week after.”
“Then it’s Thanksgiving. You don’t have to play over the holiday, right?”
“Nope. I get to host dinner for everyone instead.”
I lean back and smile up at him. “You host Thanksgiving dinner for your team?”
“Sometimes. I try and make it a point to have the guys over who aren’t able to be with their families.”
My heart swells. He’s so kind and thoughtful to do that.
He traces his fingers lightly along my jaw. “What are you doing for Thanksgiving?”
“Emma and I usually go to my parents, but this year they’re visiting my mom’s cousin in Grand Junction. So it’ll just be Emma and me.”
He hesitates for a second before speaking again. “Would you, um, want to spend the holiday with me?”
My tummy does a backflip at how nervous he is to ask me that. This man, who’s fierce and unflappable when he coaches hockey games, is nervous to ask me to spend Thanksgiving with him.
“You want Emma and me to join you?”
He traces his thumb softly along my bottom lip and gazes into my eyes. “Of course I do. I always want you and Emma around.”
There goes my heart doing that fluttery thing again. It feels like a pinwheel spinning like crazy in the wind.
I try to ignore it and remind myself that Gavin is just being a good friend. Any decent person would invite their friend over so they didn’t have to be alone on Thanksgiving.
“Emma and I would love to come.”
He flashes a wide grin and kisses me. I try to keep the butterflies swarming in my tummy at bay, but I can’t. I’m too excited. I can’t wait to spend Thanksgiving with Gavin.