Page 31 of Replay (Toronto Blaze #3)

Witchy Magic

Katie

My cheeks were hot with embarrassment, because I couldn’t remember ever being that noisy during sex before.

Josh hadn’t forgotten anything—every touch, every kiss, every lick that made my pussy go wild.

But I was close enough to orgasming now that I could come with him inside me, and I wanted that.

I wanted him wrapped around me when I fell apart.

He pushed up and I was able to twist over to open my bedside drawer for a condom. When I turned back, Josh was on his knees, cock jutting out in front of him, hand stretched for the package. I passed it over, admiring the show as he opened it and rolled it down over his cock.

He’d always been fit, and I’d been self-conscious because I was not. He’d only gotten fitter, grooved muscles making his body a work of art, and I was softer than I’d been before. Softer, rounder, could he really want that?

His eyes glowed warm as he stared at me, so I pushed those thoughts aside.

He reached for a pillow and shoved it under my hips.

This was new, but he could do what he wanted if he’d just get inside me.

He grabbed the base of his cock, and with an unexpectedly endearing look of concentration, pushed the tip in.

I was more than wet and feeling that nudge of heat was so good.

He dropped onto his hands, leaning to kiss my neck as his hips surged forward and filled me.

Not sure whose moan was louder, but it was so good.

Every nerve in my body had come to life and little zaps of pleasure raced through my veins.

He pulled out, most of the way, and I lifted my legs to grip his waist. That put him at the perfect angle when he thrust back in, and I shouted.

He gripped my shoulder in his teeth and pumped his hips, rubbing against me perfectly with every thrust, and my arousal climbed as I raked my hands down his back.

Thank heaven for athlete stamina. My voice grew louder and louder, and when I finally came, I screamed, tightening my body around his as I shuddered and finally collapsed.

“Oh, Katie.” He moaned as he pressed harder and faster until he shouted my name again as he came, his cock twitching inside, and then collapsed on top of me.

We were slick with sweat and our breathing was fast and shaky.

There were still tremors running through me, or that might have been him.

Finally, as our breathing calmed down and the chill of the ambient room temperature started to cool us off, Josh lifted up and pulled out, holding on to the condom.

I flapped a hand to the side of the bed. “There’s a garbage pail there.”

He dealt with that then returned to cuddle beside me, wrapping a hand over my waist. “You okay?” His breath whispered against my neck, sending a shiver through me.

“I’m boneless. Might not be able to get up for a while. Hope you weren’t too hungry.”

“I’m good.” I felt his smile against my shoulder. “We’ve still got it.”

I nodded, but my brain clicked in.

I’d just had sex with Josh. How the hell had that happened? I’d hated him since we broke up, sure I could never forgive him for that pain and humiliation. And now I’d invited him in, to my home and my body. What kind of witchy magic did this guy have?

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

My body was tense, no longer loose and comfortable. “I never thought this would happen again.”

Now his body tensed. “Are you sorry it did?”

I didn’t want to say yes and hurt him, and I couldn’t honestly say I was sorry for an orgasm like that. I shook my head. It wasn’t regret, just a massive shift in my mindset of the past five years. “Not sorry. Just adjusting.”

His hand smoothed over my hip. “I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I didn’t want to push you.”

“You didn’t. I was totally on board. Just…trying to wrap my head around it.”

“You change your mind? Regret it?”

I shook my head again. “That felt too good to regret. But just a few weeks ago, you were like Darth Vader to me.” Might as well use a simile in Josh’s wheelhouse.

He frowned. “I hope you’re not saying you’re Luke Skywalker.”

We both said “Eeewww” together.

“Let’s pretend I was Leia.”

“Not any better.”

“Sorry, my brain isn’t working right.”

Josh grinned at me. “I sexed your brain too hard.”

I slapped at him with one hand. “That’s not a thing.”

He cuddled up against me. “Is too.”

“Dork.”

He wrapped an arm around me. “Is it okay to snuggle?”

We hadn’t had much chance to do that in high school. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

He shrugged. “I don’t want anything to spoil this. It was pretty good.”

“Just pretty good?” I made my voice teasing, but for me, that had been something extra. Was it just another fuck for him?

He leaned up on one arm to meet my gaze, hair ruffled, lips still slightly swollen, eyes warm and serious. “I don’t want you to freak, but it was…it was incredible. Except for the Darth Vader incest talk.”

I shoved him. “I admit, that was a mistake. Let it go before I have to bleach my brain.”

He grinned, then leaned forward and kissed me. I melted into the mattress, my body willing to try another round. “I can distract you. Make sure your brain doesn’t need bleaching.”

I moved my hand down his side, noticing the twitch that told me he was still ticklish there. I slid my hand to his back, pulling him against me.

“Distract me.”

* * *

Josh

When I woke up in the morning it took a minute to figure out where I was. Not my own bed. Not a hotel. This was someone’s room—then I felt Katie in the bed behind me and a big smile crossed my face.

Yes. I had Katie again.

After round two, we’d gone back to the kitchen to salvage dinner.

Fortunately, she’d turned off the stove so nothing was burned or on fire.

We ate food that was probably good, but I didn’t care what I was eating.

Just that she was sitting across from me and smiling at me while her hair was messed up from our time together. Having sex.

I’d wanted a repeat. But first, food.

We’d talked about everything and nothing while we ate. Then we went back to her room and did it again, till we fell asleep together.

Things were looking up. The team had beaten Minnesota, which meant there was no need for a trade, and Katie and I were us again.

I checked the time. I should get going, since I had practice.

I lingered, watching her sleep. I hadn’t been able to do that before, back in high school.

Unlike when she fell asleep in the chair at my place, she looked comfortable.

Relaxed. Her hair trailed over the pillow behind her head, one hand under her cheek as she lay on her side, turned toward me.

The covers were pulled tightly up to her neck, but I knew she was naked underneath.

My dick wanted to do something about that, but we’d been up late, and I wasn’t sure when she had to be at class. I didn’t want to disturb her if she needed the sleep. I slid out of bed, half hoping she’d wake up, but she just sighed and snuggled farther into the covers.

The room was a little cold, so I pulled on my clothes as quickly and quietly as I could.

I glanced back at her one more time before opening the door and slipping out.

I sent her a quick message, wishing her a good morning and telling her I’d had a fantastic time.

Then I got back to my car and drove to my place on the mostly empty streets.

Practice was drastically different from anything we’d been through for the past month or so. Coach was smiling, for one thing. There was more conversation in the locker room, and a more relaxed air on the ice as the coaches gave us a lighter workout.

At the end of practice, we circled around Coach.

“That was good, what you did last night. I was proud of how you played.”

The relief was palpable.

“Good understanding of the team dynamic, Ducky.”

My face went hot as all the attention turned to me. “Yeah, well, if it hadn’t worked…”

Coach shook his head. “Let’s not go there. It did. We’re heading out tomorrow, and I expect that kind of play on this road trip. Enough slacking off.”

We hadn’t been, any of us, but we got the idea. It was time to play up to our potential, and now we believed we could.

Back in the locker room, I checked my phone. Katie had sent me a picture of the kitchen. We hadn’t cleaned up last night, too focused on each other. There was a pile of dirty dishes.

Sorry. Want me to come and wash those now?

I got it. Just wanted you to feel guilty.

I do. So guilty, I’ll take you out for dinner tonight.

There was a pause, and I stood, still in my sweaty gear, waiting for the response. I thought we were properly dating now. In a relationship where we spent time together and went on dates.

Fuck . Fitch had said things had to be different. We should have talked about this, not jumped to sex.

Finally my phone buzzed.

I don’t get home till seven. Is that too late?

I didn’t care if we ate at midnight, as long as we did it together.

Pick you up at 7:30?

Great.

I tossed my phone down and started to pull off my gear. Now I just had to find a great place to take her.

* * *

Katie

So, that was it. I was dating Josh again.

I wasn’t as na?ve as I’d been last time.

He wasn’t perfect, and neither was I. He was a big hockey star, while I was a student.

Our chances of lasting beyond a few weeks were small.

Right now, I was the one who got away—was given away, or something like that.

But I suspected when he remembered how ordinary I was, he’d get bored and move on.

In the meantime, we were always good in bed, so that would be fun. And as long as I didn’t expect too much, I’d be okay. I had to control my expectations or I’d be hurt again.

Tonight, we went out to a restaurant. Josh wanted to call some expensive place that had a waiting list, get in using his star power, but I was tired after a long day of classes and study and wanted something easy.