Page 34 of Trick Shot (Miami Blazers #1)

She doesn’t say anything. Just listens.

“But it means nothing if I don’t have someone who actually sees me. Really sees me. Someone I can share it with for more than a night.”

Her expression softens, and I know she’s still with me. Still listening.

“I was never trying to hurt you,” I say, voice thick. “I’ve always wanted to be the safe space you pour everything into. I still do.”

Her gaze holds mine, unblinking, like she’s weighing every word.

“You didn’t tell me who you were because you assumed I wouldn’t want you,” she says, her voice low. “But just like people make assumptions about you… you did the exact same thing to me.”

“I never thought of it from that perspective,” I admit.

“How long have you known it’s me?” she asks, squinting in the sun as she looks up at me.

“Since before we came here. I saw your tattoo—the little heart behind your ear. I already had my suspicions before that, but that was the moment I knew.”

“And you kept quiet?”

“You couldn’t stand me already. I was buying time. I didn’t want you to look at me and regret all of it. Didn’t want you to pull away and think ‘ fuck, I opened up to that guy?’”

“You can’t control the narrative like that, Jace.” She shakes her head. “I’m not an idiot. You thought I’d what? See your fuckboy stats and run? I googled you, you know?”

“Did you now?” I grin, unable to help it.

“I was curious,” she bites. “I wanted to know what the all fuss was about.”

“And did you?” I tease with a smile.

“Firsthand,” she says, her lips twitching into a smile.

“You are a man full of contradictions, Jace. You’re annoying, you’re cocky, you’re arrogant.

But you’re also all of the things I praised you for before I found out who you are.

When you made me say what I liked about Ghost…

about you. Which was messed up, by the way. ” She points a finger at me.

“Insufferable, remember?” I chuckle.

“You’re full of yourself.” She narrows her eyes, but there’s amusement dancing in them.

“So were you last night,” I say, stepping closer. “Full of me.”

Her pupils dilate, her lips part, and the pink returns to her cheeks.

I grab her ass and pull her flush against me. Her gasp is sharp and delicious.

“Lucky for you, I plan on filling you again, and again,” I murmur, dragging my nose along the side of her neck.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she breathes, her hands fisting in my shirt as she looks up at me. The fabric stretches as she pulls me toward her, and before I know what’s happening, her lips are on mine.

Holy fuck.

She kissed me first. My entire body wakes up the moment her lips touch mine.

Her movements are hesitant and unsure, but filled with desire.

Her tongue swipes against mine, small and testing.

I slide one hand up her back, tangle it in her curls, and pull her head back just enough to expose her delicate neck.

Her lips slide up and leave mine with a sharp inhale.

“You remember how it felt, Melody?” I whisper against her neck.

“I do,” she whimpers.

“Still mad?” I ask, biting down on her soft skin.

She gasps, hands still tugging at my shirt.

“Still hate me?” I taunt, dragging my hand down her stomach, slipping under her white dress.

“Yes.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

I cup her over her bikini bottoms, fingers pressing firm.

“Then why are you wet for me again?”

She bucks into my hand just once, but it’s enough for me to know I’ve got her.

“Are you going to run from me again?” I ask, hands sliding up to her ass.

“Are you going to chase me if I do?” Her eyes flash with that defiant little fire I fucking live for.

Challenge accepted.

I grab the back of her thighs, and lift her off the ground.

She yelps, hand scrambling to clutch my shoulders.

“You want to get chased, little bunny?” I murmur, lips grazing her ear.

“Think you can catch me?” she whispers, wrapping her legs around me like it’s instinct.

I smirk, dragging my cock against her center through the thin barrier of clothes. Her mouth falls open in a silent moan, her eyes fluttering closed.

“You want to run, Bunny?” I murmur against her ear. “Fine.”

I set her down slowly, letting her feet hit the sand while her body stays pressed against mine.

“What?” Her brows pinch in confusion.

“You’ve got five seconds.” I take one step back.

Her eyes go wide with realization and panic.

“Five.”

“Jace…” She takes a step back, her chest rising and falling.

“Four…”

She hesitates, like she doesn’t believe I’ll actually do it.

“Three…”

And then she bolts—fucking sprints—dress flying, legs pumping, sand kicking up behind her. I stand still for two more beats, just long enough to feel my heart slam against my ribs.

And I chase.

Her feet dig into the sand, barely making it past the curve of the trees, weaving between palms and dune grass, breath coming out in ragged bursts.

I let her get ahead and think she’s got a shot. Then I cut across the trail, launching myself around the other side.

And there she is. She skids to a stop, trapped. Trees and rock behind her, me in front.

I tilt my head, taking a slow step toward her. And she does exactly what I expected her to—what every single damn opponent on the ice does when they’re face-to-face with me. She fakes left and tries to sprint past me.

Oh, sweetheart.

I catch her mid-stride, one arm around her waist, the other up her back.

She slams into my chest with a gasp.

“You really thought you’d outrun me?” I rasp against her neck.

“Was worth a shot.” She pants, twisting, trying to pull free.

Her cheeks are flushed, and her breathing is ragged. She twists in my grip, testing it. Oh? We’re still going.

I toss her higher, getting a more comfortable grip around her body.

“You want more?” I growl.

She’s fighting now—half-real, half-teasing—that spark in her eyes saying do it.

So I do.

I haul her over my shoulder, fingers gripping her thigh.

“Put me down!” she squeaks.

“Say please.”

She slaps my back, trying to twist away from me. I carry her past the palms, down the slope, and into the shaded rocks beneath the bluff.

She’s still kicking, twisting in my grip like she actually wants to break free.

I flip her around mid-air, spinning her so her back is pressed to my chest. Then I quickly lower her onto the sand.

She yelps, her back arching as I place her exactly how I want her—hands and knees in the sand, ass up, dress flipped halfway around her waist.

Fucking gift-wrapped for me.

She tries to crawl forward.

I yank her back by the hips, dragging her against the hard ridge of my cock through my shorts.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl. “You wanted to run?”

She whimpers, pressing her thighs together.

Fuck, she loves this.

Her breath stutters, her spine bows. I drag my fingers up the back of her thigh, slow and teasing. She whimpers again, head falling forward.

“Do you know what happens to you now?” I taunt, palming my hand between her thighs.

She groans, rocking her hips back just a little.

“Now I get this sweet little pussy,” I say, sliding her bikini bottoms to the side. She gasps as the breeze kisses her skin.

I run my finger up, getting it wet, and slide it past her pussy toward her ass until my fingertip rests right on her tight little hole.

“One day I’ll get this too,” I murmur, applying a little bit of pressure.

Her moan borders on a groan as she tries to crawl forward again, still playing the game. I wrap my arm around her waist and yank her back once more.

“Would you like that?” I murmur, dragging my fingers down to her pussy again.

“You’re going to have to catch me first,” she challenges breathlessly.

She tries to twist out of my grip, still fighting with that smart mouth of hers.

But I don’t let her. I keep her on all fours, one hand spread over the small of her back, pressing her down just enough to own the position.

“Run, hide, fight me… doesn’t matter. I’ll always catch you, Bunny,” I promise. “And then I’ll remind you who you belong to until you can’t fucking walk straight.”

“You’re disgusting,” she moans, but grinds her pussy against my fingers.

“Not even close,” I laugh darkly, pulling my cock out with one hand, still rubbing her with the other. “You want disgusting?”

She tries to lift herself, twist to look at me.

I lean in close behind her, the head of my cock dragging up and down her wet lips.

“Oh my god,” she groans as she feels me parting her with the tip.

“Tell me,” I murmur. “Is this how you pictured him?” I press my cock a little harder against her clit, circling slow. “Fucking you from behind so you don’t have to see his face?”

Her hands claw into the sand, and her head drops with a whimper. I press at her entrance, feeling her stretch around my tip.

“Is that what you need?” I growl, pushing in just an inch. “So you can pretend this is still your secret little fantasy?”

She moans, her pussy tightening around me as I slide in another inch.

“You want to pretend? Go ahead, Bunny.” I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “Pretend it’s Ghost’s cock fucking this wet little pussy.”

Then I thrust into her, sliding all the way in with a groan. Her body jolts forward from the force, and she cries out. Fuck, my cock feels so good like this—buried deep inside her tight heat with her ass against my abdomen.

“You like that?” I hiss, hips rocking back slow. “I can fuck you like a stranger if that’s what you want.” I slam back in again. “Make you beg for someone who doesn’t even exist.”

“Harder,” she whines, grinding herself against me.

“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her moving around me. “Harder, huh?” I taunt, driving into her, every thrust dragging her closer to the breaking point.

Her knees sink into the sand, her moans caught between desperation and need, her body matching mine.

My hand slides up her back, along the curve of her spine, and then wraps around the front of her throat—tight and steady.

She gasps as I pull her up, back arching, ass pressed against me, her head falling back against my chest.

“Jace, please har—” she breathes.

I don’t let her finish.

I tighten my grip just a little, enough to show her who’s in control.

I thrust up into her faster, keeping her locked against my chest.

“You wanted him faceless,” I rasp into her ear. “You wanted a screen you could hide behind, a fantasy you could blush about without risking anything real.”

I move my hips—skip a beat, rotate, and move again. The sounds coming out of her are the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking heard. Not the overly exaggerated ones. No, these are real—breathless, desperate.

“You don’t get to look at me now,” I whisper rough into her ear, releasing her throat to grip her jaw, forcing her head forward.

“You don’t get Jace now.”

She whines as I pound into her, her hands lock onto my forearm, nails digging in.

“You get Ghost,” I whisper. “Exactly what you asked for. No name. No face. Just a dick and a voice.”

I drive into her deeper, harder, grinding at the end with a slow roll of my hips that makes her choke on a cry.

My other hand slides between her legs, and I find her clit. I start rubbing fast circles, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Her legs tremble now, her pussy squeezing around me.

“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” I whisper, voice thick with sin.

I grind into her, continuing to rub tight little circles on her clit.

“Yes!” she whines through my hand squeezing her face.

My fingers move faster, my hips snap harder, and I feel my own orgasm building. I want to spill it all inside her so desperately. But she’s not on the pill yet, and I can’t risk that.

I grab her neck and pull her tighter against me, leaning down.

“Say my name,” I demand in her ear.

“Jace,” she sobs.

“Try again.” I roll my hips and slide out of her, letting her feel my absence before slamming into her again. “Who’s fucking you right now, Bunny?”

“Ghost,” she cries.

And she breaks. Her entire body locks up, tight, trembling, clenching around me like she’s trying to trap me inside her.

I slap my hand over her mouth just in time for her scream to explode into my palm.

Her legs give out, and her nails dig into my forearm.

“That’s it. Let me have it,” I growl against her ear, fucking her through it slower.

I grab her by the jaw again, my hand curling under her chin, and turn her head back toward me while I’m still buried deep inside her.

I cut off her moans with my mouth, kissing her open-mouthed and slow.

I fuck her through the kiss, a few more thrusts, until I feel my own orgasm coming.

“Down,” I press between her shoulder blades until she’s on all fours again. “Stay just like that.”

She shivers, spent and shaking. I pull out—thick, aching—and stroke myself hard, fast, savage, drinking in the sight of her pussy, still soft and wet from coming for me."

“Fuck,” I grunt, cock in hand as I come all over her ass in thick, hot ropes that mark her as a claim.

She gasps, head bowed, hands fisting the sand as she feels every last drop of me on her skin.

“Try to run from me again, little bunny,” I pant, leaning down, “and see how disgusting I can get.”