Page 107 of The Hot Shot

“Need a little help with that, Chester?”

My smile grows. “Well, if you insist.”

The words are barely out of my mouth when he groans and pushes in swift and deep. We both groan then, my back arching at the sudden invasion. A second’s pause and then he’s fucking me with steady but hard strokes.

I stop thinking and move with him, my hands gliding over his firm muscles. He feels so good the way he fills me up, the way he works me.

“We weren’t supposed to do this. You’re drunk.”

“Your fault.” He grunts. “You let me feel your pussy. Game over, babe.”

“You stuck your dick in my pussy.” I moan. “It’s your fault.”

Sweat rolls down his temple, and he swivels his hips in a waythat hits all the right places. “If you want to get technical, I stuck my dick in your pussy after I felt—”

“Shut up, and fuck me, Mannus.”

A shudder goes through him, and then he’s pounding me into the bed. So very good.

His lips graze my cheek. “I love this. I fucking love this.”

I do, too. So much. Nothing is like being with Finn. I wrap my legs around his waist and nuzzle the damp hollow of his neck. He shudders when I lick him there, suck on his smooth skin. I want to bite him, clamp my teeth and let him ride me.

“Fuck, Chess. Tell me this is real. That you’re not going to get bored and have a threesome without me.”

The words take a second to sink in. I rear back and glare up at him. “Finn!” I slap at his side to get his attention.

He pauses, deep inside me. I can feel the pulse of his dick and it almost distracts me. Almost.

I give his shoulder a little shove. “You did not just say that.”

This is why we shouldn’t be having sex when he’s Chatty Kathy drunk.

Gazing down at me, he grinds his base against my clit just once as if his body is independent from his mind, then he groans.

“Sorry,” he manages. He blinks down at me and takes another breath. “That was shitty... I don’t think you... It’s just North’s wife fucked three other guys, and Dex’s girl is depressed. Jake thinks everything is crap, and Rolondo’s warning me about training camp woes...”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, but his expression is aggrieved and distraught.

My hand strokes his back. “What kind of dinner was this?”

“An awful one,” he laments, slowly starting to move again.

God, he knows how to fuck. My lids flutter, and I run my hand down to his firm butt.

“I got heartburn and wanted to go home to you,” he complains. “But they kept talking aboutrelationsand giving me drinks.”

I fight a snicker. And he grumbles some more, frowning at the memory.

“Poor baby,” I whisper, pulling him down for a kiss.

His mouth meets mine. It’s a bit sloppy but intense, as if he wants to devour me, and my pulse quickens, heat surging. I wiggle beneath him, and he starts thrusting in hard, grunting pumps that feel so good, I whimper.

“Tell me we’ll try,” he demands inside of a kiss. “Tell me I won’t be crying in my macaroni.”

My lips twitch, but I cup his cheeks and kiss him deep. “We’ll try. No crying in macaroni, Finn.”

“No,” he agrees. And then he’s all business, moving with skill and precision. I’m coming before I even know what hits me. My reaction sets Finn off.