Page 52 of Trick Shot (Bainbridge Hockey #4)

Claire

“ C laire, it posted. Wake up.”

From the haze of sleep, I hear my boyfriend’s voice, but I don’t respond. It’s too cozy here. Too warm and soft. Sleep is a wonderful thing, so why is he interrupting it?

“Claire, wake up,”

I hear his voice again, but then I feel his lips on mine. Mmmm…this is my favorite way to start the day. I open my eyes and run my hand over Pete’s chest. God, he’s gorgeous. I try to let my hand drift down his stomach and into the waistband of his boxers, but he stops me.

“Are you seriously waking me up with kisses but denying me access to your cock? That’s just cruel, Pete Effing Santos.”

He chuckles beside me. “I’m not stopping you, believe me. You just have one other thing to do first.”

“Hmmm…” I ponder, tapping my chin. “Is it sitting on your face while you lick my pussy?”

“ Fuck ,” he mutters as his eyes shutter closed and his hand grips his cock. “It will be now. But first, there’s something I’d like you to read.”

“Is it another column by that Pete Santos guy? His first one was pretty good.”

Pete pulls me close and grabs his phone. “This one’s way better. It’s by Claire Fowler. Maybe you’ve heard of her? She’s a staff writer at The Prentiss Report .”

It’s true. Leslie had originally offered me a paid internship with the possibility of employment. But after Pete and I took our road trip, things changed.

We didn’t just go for a drive that day. We went to a diner about forty miles west of Woodcock.

The information I learned that day, and everything I’ve learned since, is what I’m publishing this summer through Prentiss.

I’ve read this article in all its iterations a hundred times, at least. But, okay.

Even I can admit it’s kind of a big deal to have a story of this magnitude in a publication like Prentiss .

I let Pete hold the phone while I snuggle on his chest and read.

Widespread Corruption at Woodcock University

By Claire Fowler

A member of the athletic coaching staff at Woodcock University have been fired as a result of an ongoing investigation into criminal activity. The investigation is ongoing, and more dismissals are expected.

Assistant Ice Hockey Coach Daniel J Silva has been indicted by a grand jury on numerous counts connected to an illegal gambling ring, two counts of assault, and one count of furnishing alcohol to minors.

Silva began working for Woodcock University three years ago.

Prosecutors allege that discovering Silva’s indiscretions was the key to unlocking a hotbed of corruption at WU.

Though Silva denies the allegations, former student athletes have come forward to share their experiences.

If found guilty, Silva could serve a lengthy sentence, but the repercussions don’t end there. Authorities are also investigating the Athletic Affairs department regarding allegations of hazing and abuse.

As this story develops, we’ll keep you posted.

“Damn, you’re good,” Pete says, smiling at me. “I said it before, Claire, but if you hadn’t had the balls to go after Sophie that night, that dickhole would still be running a gambling ring. Jesus.”

“It wasn’t just me. My two anonymous sources have provided more information than I could have hoped for. And I’d have never met them if you hadn’t introduced us.”

He shrugs. “They’re good guys, and they wanted to do the right thing. I just hope they make it out of this unscathed. They don’t deserve to lose a season of play because their Coach is a fucking criminal.”

“Agreed. I’ll do what I can to spread the word, but I won’t reveal my sources.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease. “You’re going to visit the baby today, right?” When Pete nods, I ask the question that’s been on my mind lately. “Will Kersey be there? How’s he doing?”

After we realized just how big this story was going to be, Pete knew he needed to talk to Kaden.

It was a tough conversation, and he didn’t believe anything we said at first. But a few days later, a quick search on her computer pulled up enough evidence to prove that Sophie was being unfaithful at the very least.

I know Kersey’s had a rough time dealing with all of it, but he’ll make it through. The guys have really been there for him, especially Pete.

“Yeah, it should be a good time. Mickey’s sister will be there, and I can’t wait for you to meet her. Those two are total opposites. What time are you coming by?”

“My Bunco lesson is over at three, but we usually sit around a talk for a bit because Gramma Dottie loves to tell me all about how adorable you were as a toddler, so I’m thinking I could be there by four? And don’t hog that sweet little baby. Save some baby snuggles for me”

“That sounds like a plan,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. “And speaking of plans, didn’t you say something about riding my face?”

“Hmmm,” I tease. “I think I did.”

“Then get up here,” he commands. “I need to get my hands on your gorgeous ass and my mouth on your pussy.”

Pete’s filthy words it for me every time. Who knew my cinnamon roll could be so dirty. I crawl on top of him, and he shifts me right where he wants me. I’m about to thread my hands through his hair when he stops me.

“Uh, Claire, do we or do we not have a no-shirt policy in this bed?”

“That only applies to you,” I tell him.

“The hell it does,” he answers. “May I do the honors?”

“It’s your shirt, so sure. Go ahead.”

That’s all the encouragement Pete needs. Two seconds later, my borrowed shirt is ripped in half and I’m completely naked.

Pete takes his time dropping kisses on my thighs. “Don’t tease me,” I say. “I need you. ”

“Not going anywhere,” he tells me, his smile slick with my arousal.

I moan and grind against him, getting needier by the second. My hands cup my breasts, and I watch his eyes go wild.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his mouth pressed to my core. The vibration is all I need to send me over the edge. My thighs bracket his head, and I reach for the headboard to hold myself steady as waves of pleasure crash over me.

It takes me a few minutes to come down from the high, but when I do, Pete kisses me soundly.

“You want to know something?” he asks.

“What’s that?”

“I’m really, really glad you hated me.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I’m really glad I hated you, too.”

The End