Page 25 of Rookie’s Redemption (Iron Ridge Icehawks #5)

"Christ, Mia," I groan, my head falling back against the edge of the tub. "Your pussy feels so fucking good."

"Yes, Ryder…"

She starts to move, slow at first, rolling her hips in a rhythm that has the water sloshing around us. Her hands brace against my shoulders, using the leverage to lift herself up before sliding back down.

I watch her face as pleasure builds in her expression, my hands moving to her tits and squeezing her perfect round breasts.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, my hands guiding her movements. "Ride my cock. Take what you need."

She picks up the pace, bouncing on my length, not caring about the water splashing over the edge of the tub. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I lean forward to capture one nipple between my teeth, biting down hard enough to make her cry out.

"Ryder, fuck, yes!" she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "You feel so good inside me."

I slide my hand around her body, tracing the curve of her ass beneath the water. My fingers find her back entrance and I press gently against the tight ring of muscle, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Is this okay?" I whisper against her neck.

She nods frantically, her movements becoming more erratic as my finger circles her asshole.

"Yes," she breathes. "Don't stop."

She shudders around me, her walls clenching as she gets closer to the edge.

"You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" I growl against her breast, letting the tip of my finger slide inside her ass. "I can feel how close you are. Your tight little pussy is squeezing my cock so hard."

Her rhythm becomes erratic, desperate, and then she's crying out my name as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy contracts around me, squeezing so tight I can barely think, and the sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge too.

"Mia, fuck!"

I remove my hand from around her, quickly gripping her body as I thrust up into her and empty myself inside her, my release pulsing through me in a rush that consumes me in a sudden wave.

She collapses against my chest, both of us breathing hard, steam swirling around our entwined bodies.

"Ready to test out that bed?" I manage after a moment. "Because I'm nowhere near done with you."

She looks up at me with challenge in her eyes. "Good to hear. Because I have plans for you that require a lot more space."

I lift her out of the water, both of us dripping as I carry her inside. I set her down beside the massive bed, and when I turn around, she's standing there completely naked with a smile that could melt steel.

"Lie down," she says, and there's a note of command in her voice that goes straight to my already-recovering cock.

I stretch out on the massive bed, rose petals sticking to my damp skin, and watch as she climbs up to straddle me again. Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans down to kiss my chest, her tongue flicking out to taste water droplets on my skin.

"Do you have any idea," she murmurs against my collarbone, trailing kisses lower, "how many times I've imagined this?"

"Tell me."

"Every lonely night for eight years." She moves lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my chest, across my abs. "I'd lie in bed wearing your old hoodie, touching myself and pretending it was you."

Jesus fucking Christ. The image of her pleasuring herself while wearing my clothes makes me instantly hard again.

"What did you think about?" I ask, my voice barely recognizable.

"Your hands." She demonstrates, trailing her fingers down my sides. "Your mouth." A kiss just below my navel that makes me buck beneath her. "Your thick cock stretching me open."

Her fingers find me, wrapping around my length with a pressure that makes my vision blur at the edges. She strokes with agonizing slowness, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she watches my reaction.

I clench my jaw, gripping the sheets beneath me so hard my knuckles turn white, fighting against the release already threatening to overtake me.

"I thought about how you used to pin me against your truck when you first got your license," she continues, her grip tightening. "How we'd disappear after dinner with your parents… you'd drive somewhere hidden then slide your fingers inside me and make me come over and over."

"Fuck, Mia."

"And I thought about this." She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste the head of my cock. "About taking you in my mouth for the first time."

She takes me deep and moans simultaneously, her throat working around my length. I have to fist my hands in the sheets to keep from thrusting all the way in.

"That's it, baby," I groan, watching her head bob up and down. "Such a good girl. You still suck my cock so well."

With my dick still in her mouth, she reaches over to the ice bucket, fishing out a cube that gleams in the firelight. I watch in fascination as she slips it into her mouth along with my cock, and the contrast of cold ice and warm mouth makes me nearly come undone.

The ice cube shifts in her mouth as she moves, creating sensations that are cold and hot and perfect and torturous all at once.

Holy shit. This is beyond anything I've ever experienced.

"Fuck, Mia," I breathe, my hands gripping in her hair. "That's incredible."

She hums around me, the vibration adding another layer to the overwhelming sensations, and I know I'm not going to last much longer if she keeps this up.

But then she pulls away, the ice cube apparently melted, and climbs back up my body with a wicked smile.

"We're not done yet," I tell her, flipping her over so she's beneath me and reaching for the strawberries.

I feed her one, watching the juice stain her lips red, then follow with champagne that I pour carefully across her breasts so I can lick it off.

She laughs, the sound breathless and happy, and I realize this is what I've been missing.

Not just the sex, though Christ knows that's incredible. But this. The playfulness, the connection, the way she looks at me like I'm everything she's ever wanted.

I position myself at her entrance again, we both go still for a moment. She's so warm, so tight, and when I push inside, she fits around me like she was made for this, for us.

"I love you," I tell her as I start to move, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest. "I love you so fucking much, Mia."

For a heartbeat, her eyes cloud over with fear, maybe, or the memory of how badly I hurt her before.

My chest tightens. Did I just ruin this perfect moment?

But then her expression softens, and she reaches up to touch my face, her thumb tracing my chin scar like she used to.

"I love you too, Ryder," she whispers, her voice breaking at the smile that slowly spreads across her face.

The words knock the air from my lungs. I've waited so damn long to hear that again. Years of empty hotel rooms, of meaningless hookups that left me feeling hollow, of staring at the ceiling wondering if I'd made the biggest mistake of my life when I walked away from her.

Eight years of her name catching in my throat every time something good happened because she was the only one I wanted to tell.

Eight years of seeing her face in crowds, in dreams, in the quiet moments between games when my guard was down.

And now she's here, underneath me, those three words hanging in the air between us like the most precious gift I've ever been given.

My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I wonder if she can feel it. The emotion wells up so thick in my throat I can barely swallow.

"Say it again," I whisper, needing to hear those words one more. Needing to believe this isn't just another dream I'll wake up from, alone and aching.

"I love you too," she whispers back, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me deeper.

But this time is different. Slower, more intense, every thrust deliberate and deep.

I lean down and kiss her deeply, desperately, moving inside her with renewed purpose.

This time, I'm not letting go.