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Sixty

RHODES

She’s just as into this as I am.

My sweet Sunshine, always bright with a smile on her face, is nowhere in sight. Instead, there is a sexy-as-sin woman who makes my blood sing by just existing.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I admit, pulling her pants down. “I’ve never been so addicted to something before.”

I graze her neck with my lips and slip my hand in between her legs. One brush against her clit and she’s quietly whimpering. She’s already wet, and I’m in a frenzy.

I’ll never be able to replace the high she gives me.

It makes me irrational.

Her delicate hand falls to my chin, and she brings my face back to hers. Those pretty eyes show all her dirty thoughts that I can’t wait to explore. When our mouths touch again, I finger her, relishing in the way she feels.

I hastily shove my pants down.

She helps me, which makes me even more eager.

When her warm hand grabs a hold of me, I clench my eyes.

Fuck.

Look at us.

I’ve never been so rash before.

She pumps me a few times, and I can’t take it. With an eagerness, I grab her tiny wrist and slap it above her head. The seductive smile she wears does me in.

“I can’t decide which version of you I like best.” I push the rest of her jeans down and move them off to the side for better access. With my knee, I open her legs up farther and angle myself at her entrance. “The sweet, innocent version of you…” Moving her hair out of her face so I can see her better, I push myself in slowly.

Her mouth opens with a silent moan, and a fire burns between us.

“Or”—I tug on her lip with my teeth and let it plop away—“this sexy, wild version of you.”

Her tongue slips out, and she wets the spot I bit. “You can have both.”

I push into her harder.

It feels so fucking good that I don’t even care if someone walks down the hall to find us.

Having her like this makes me want to tell every last person in this arena that she’s mine and only mine.

I pull out and turn her around. She presses up against the wall and gives me better access. I push into her again, and my favorite noise escapes, echoing around the empty space.

“Shh, Sunshine.” I brush away her braid and run my nose against her neck. She backs her ass up against me, and I’m so deep I can’t think straight.

“Fuck.”

Sunny moves against me, finding the angle she wants, and the faster she goes, the more I succumb. My fingers clench her braid. The pleasure is out of this world.

“Don’t stop, baby. You’re almost there.” It’s hard to keep a hold of my thoughts with her like this.

She clenches around me, tightening her hold on my cock.

She’s so close, and I’d give up everything to watch her.

“Let me see you come, Sunshine. It’s my new favorite thing.” I tug on her braid, and it brings her head back to my shoulder. I bury myself deep, chasing the pleasure. Those white teeth sink into her bottom lip, and then she’s spilling her cum all over my dick.

“Jesus Christ,” I grit. “I’m going to come from the sight.”

I tap on her hips for her pussy to let me go.

No condom again . It’s reckless and irrational.

But that's what she does to me. She makes me act so possessive that the thought of putting a baby inside of her doesn’t scare me like it should.

“Sunny,” I groan in desperation.

She lets me loose, and I pull myself out.

I stop dead in my tracks when she drops to her knees in front of me. She grabs a hold of me and guides my cock into her mouth.

“What the fu?—”

I see nothing but Sunny on her knees, sucking me off. Her throat opens, and she takes me in deep. My hand blindly finds the wall, and I brace myself. I try to go easy on her, but her mouth is too much.

Look at her.

On her knees for me.

I clench my eyes shut with the intense tingling of my balls and come down her throat with force.

My knees weaken.

That’s twice she’s given me such a high that I can hardly stand afterward.

I’m a man with restraint, but it’s long gone when she’s near.

After I’m done, Sunny takes me out of her mouth and peers up at me from below. I quickly pull her to her feet and stare at her swollen lips and face full of mirth. Her eyes are watery, likely from me ramming my cock down her throat.

I hate that I love it.

It does something fucking terrifying to me.

I quickly adjust my hockey uniform and slip her panties and jeans back up her legs.

She buttons them as I brush the stray hairs out of her face. Her chin is so small in my hands, and her warm gaze is enough for me to burn the world down if she asked me to.

Her blinks are slow and lazy as I run the pad of my thumb beneath her healing cut. I stare at her with my heart fumbling in my chest.

I’d give it to her if she asked for it.

Shit.

Am I in love with my daughter’s nanny?

The longer I gaze in her eyes, the more I feel myself making room for her in my heart. I didn’t think I had room for anyone other than Ellie, but leave it to Sunny to prove me wrong.

“We should go before someone comes looking,” she whispers.

I blink once.

Then twice.

A slow smile creeps on my face. “I think I’m going to keep you, Sunny Edwards.”

Her quiet laugh is music to my ears. “Oh, yeah? For how long?”

I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “For forever.”

The locker room buzzes with energy. My teammates stretch their legs and pop their necks. Rival games hit differently, and with our record on the line, we’re craving a win.

We’re hungry for it, salivating at the thought.

Some of the guys are becoming vocal, glancing at me to see if I’m going to quiet their threats about the violence they promise the other team.

I remain quiet and poised, which is probably because I was able to release some of my energy earlier.

Right down Sunny’s throat.

I lace my skates, tightening them with force.

She’s on my mind, amongst other things.

Do I tell her?

Is it going to scare her off?

Or does she feel it too?

The last time I was this bent out of shape over something was when I became a father. It was a life-changing event. Loving Sunny feels that way too.

I glance up at the sound of someone walking into the locker room. A man dressed in a suit stands with his hands on his hips, staring at us like we owe him something.

Emory shifts his attention to me, and being team captain, I take the mental shove and stand.

“Wrong locker room?” I flick my chin at the door he walked in. “Down the hall and make a left. That’s the visitor’s locker room.”

There’s a small cut on the bridge of his nose, and I briefly wonder if he’s been in a fight of some sort.

“I’m in the right place, Volkova.” With a quick glimpse around the locker room, gaining everyone’s attention, he says, “I’m Coach Tarvo.”

Oh.

Weird introduction, but alright.

I hold my hand out and wait for him to shake it. When he does, annoyance runs through me. His grip is firm. A little too firm.

“Welcome to Chicago.” My welcome is clipped, and though he is our new skills coach, I don’t appreciate his introduction.

Coach Jacobs comes out of his office just in time.

A remark is on the tip of my tongue, but it probably won’t sit well with Coach Tarvo, and it doesn’t set the best example for the team either.

“We'll meet you guys on the ice.” Coach Jacobs turns and directs Coach Tarvo to his office.

The door latches, and I stare at it long enough for Kane to slip beside me.

“I don’t get a good vibe from him.”

Emory, in his goalie gear, leads the guys out of the locker room, leaving me with Kane, Malaki, and Hayes.

Malaki snorts. “I can already tell this isn’t going to work out.”

“How?” Hayes asks, always attempting to be the mediator on the team.

“By the way Rhodes is staring at the door.”

I smooth my face and shake it off. “It’ll work out if he helps us win.” Though, I agree with Kane too, which never happens. The vibe is off.

“Let’s get on the ice,” I say.

The feeling of unease stays with me until I catch sight of my girls.

Ellie and Sunny are smiling from the first row, opting to sit closer than usual for this game.

It was something that Sunny was originally against because she didn’t want the cameras on her, but with Ellie never in the spotlight anyway, one game shouldn’t hurt.

They both throw up their devil horns, and I quickly skate over, flinging ice up onto the glass.

I wink at them, and just like that, my worries fade, and I’m ready to play.