Page 46 of What If I Hate You (Anaheim Stars Hockey #6)

“Oh God, Barrett, Yesss…” she hisses, the urgency in her tone shifting. It’s not just a plea for release; it’s an invitation to go further, to push her boundaries as I’ve always wanted to do. Her words hang in the air like a challenge, and I’m not one to back down from a challenge.

“Don’t hold back,” I murmur, my voice rough and low against her skin. “I want everything you have to give me.”

Her fists tighten in my hair as she instinctively pulls me closer.

There’s power in that, a rawness that drives me forward.

I dive back in with renewed vigor, my tongue flicking and plunging, searching for every sensitive spot I can find.

She gasps harder, and in that moment, I know she’s lost in the feeling.

I lean into it, my mouth working fervently, devouring everything she offers, until she shatters and even then, I don’t stop.

I keep my mouth moving, coaxing every last tremor from her with relentless devotion, savoring the way she thrashes beneath me, lost in the grip of her pleasure.

As she rides the waves of ecstasy, I press my fingers into her thighs, holding her steady, anchoring her, ensuring she knows she can release completely into my care.

As her body finally begins to settle, I pull back just enough to watch her recover, the remnants of pleasure still trembling through her. Her chest heaves, and I feel a swell of pride at having brought her to that peak, her lips parted, flushed skin glowing in the soft light.

But I need more. I need to feel her wrapped around me, to make this connection deeper and more intimate than anything we've ever shared before. I trail my fingers along her thigh, moving slowly upward, feeling the heat radiating from her as I position myself between her legs. My heart races as I look into her eyes, searching for that fierce spark I’m so addicted to.

“Blakely,” I murmur, my voice thick with urgency. “I want you. Need to feel you.”

“Then take me,” she replies, her voice steady, even in her post-orgasm haze. She reaches her hand up to cup the side of my face and I lean into her touch. Her soft skin against my stubble. “I’m all yours, Bear, you know that.”

All mine.

Fuck, I’m so glad she’s mine.

I move over her, nudging her legs apart and settling between her thighs.

I can feel her heat against my skin, the way her body craves mine, and my breath hitches in anticipation.

I want to be inside the woman I love. I want to lose myself in this spirited person who challenges me, who dares to push against the boundaries I’ve built over time, the woman who loves me for everything I am and everything I want to be for her.

I align myself at her entrance, my heart pounding in time with the desire coursing through me.

It takes everything in me to hold back the urge to plunge inside her immediately.

Instead, I let the moment stretch out like an elastic band, taut with eagerness and desire.

Then with a slow, deliberate thrust, I push inside her, the sensation overwhelming as I fill her completely.

“Fuuuck, Blakely.” An exquisite tension stretches between us as everything else fades away, leaving only the two of us and the rawness of this connection. Her body wraps around me like a vise, pulling me deeper, drawing out a groan from my throat as I sink into her warmth.

“God, Barrett, I’m so full.” She gasps, and it feels like a prayer, a benediction for this moment.

I can feel her every muscle tightening around me, coaxing me deeper still.

My balls resting against her body until I slowly pull out of her and then slide back inside her warmth.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, a blend of urgency and patience and love.

Every single goddamn inch of her feels like home.

This connection, this sweet, fierce bond, makes every moment of tension, every fight we’ve ever had, totally worth it because she’s really mine.

Forever.

Always.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Blake. Laid out for me, taking my cock like it’s meant for you and you alone. You feel incredible.”

“It is meant for me, Bear.” She reaches down between our linked bodies and wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, squeezing me as I plunge inside her.

My head wants to fall back and my eyes want to close as I relish the pure pleasure emanating from my body but I also want to watch our connection.

I want to watch her hand gripping me as I push inside her, giving her everything I am.

Every challenge.

Every promise.

Every moment.

I find a rhythm that matches the aching pulse of my heart, each thrust deliberate, deep, and filled with purpose. “I love you, Blakely.”

“I love you too, Barrett.”

I can feel her every breath, each exhalation a hot whisper of my name, repeating like a sacred chant as I delve deeper into her warmth.

The sensation of being enveloped by her, so perfectly snug, threatens to drive me to madness.

It's a potent intoxication, the way we move in unison, a frantic dance of urgency and tenderness that binds us tighter and tighter, like a rope strained to its breaking point yet stubbornly holding firm.

"Bear," she gasps, her voice dripping with urgency, sending electrifying shivers racing down my spine. Her grip on me tightens, a desperate pull as if she seeks to fuse us into one being, and I can't resist the primal urge to plunge even further, feeling the sweet pressure build to a fever pitch.

"I'm right here, sweetheart," I growl, my voice a rough promise.

"I'm not going anywhere." And it's the truth.

There's nowhere else I'd rather be. I want to savor this moment, every second of our bodies moving in perfect harmony, the intoxicating symphony of our mingled breaths echoing in the dim light.

I grip her hips harder, every inch of my body pushing her, driving her closer to the edge as the heat between us intensifies.

“More?” I tease, my voice low and gravelly as I pull back slightly, just enough to play with the tension, to remind her who’s in control. I see that fierce spark flicker in her eyes again, that relentless spirit I’ve grown so damn fond of.

“Yes, Barrett!” she cries, and I can’t help but smirk. Her need, a longing that mirrors my own, fills the air, wrapping around us like a shroud, suffocating but in the most beautiful way.

I plunge back into her, every thrust deliberate, as I catch her gaze again.

I want to see the way her passion unfolds.

The way her body responds to me, the way it transforms, the way it shatters.

It feels like an act of worship, a celebration of everything we are and everything we’ve fought to become.

“Fuck, Blake,” I groan, my breath hitching as she arches against me, urging me deeper still. “You’re so fucking perfect.” I can’t hold back any longer, not when I feel her body welcoming me like it’s meant to cradle every part of me.

The sensation of her warmth enveloping me is overwhelming.

I can feel the impending wave building between us.

Each thrust feels like a promise, a vow to strip away the layers we've built around ourselves for so long. It’s more than just physical, it’s an unspoken understanding that this is where we belong, caught in this beautiful turmoil together.

“Barrett,” she gasps, and I can hear the insistence in her voice.

I roll us over so she’s straddling me, my cock still impaling her as I give myself over to her.

Complete control.

“You’re in the driver’s seat now, babe. Ride me. Take my cock, fuck me as hard as you can. I want to feel you come all over me. I want to watch you lose control.”

I grip her hips, anchoring her in place as she begins to move.

The way she rolls her body against mine, riding my length with fervor and urgency, sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending as I lose myself in her rhythm.

There’s a wildness in her eyes, a fierce determination that makes my heart race even faster.

Her nails dig into my chest as she grips my body.

I’m certain there will be claw-like marks on me in the morning, but right now all I can focus on is the stunning beauty sinking down over my cock taking me deeper and making me lose my fucking breath.

“Just like that, baby,” I urge, voice low and gravelly with need. “You’re doing so good.”

She bounces on my cock, her slickness incasing me completely, and I can feel the tension building within her, an unmistakable wave that threatens to consume us both.

“Bear, I—” she gasps, and there’s a flicker of uncertainty in her tone, but it’s quickly swallowed by the primal need surging between us. “Oooh God, yes.”

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” I groan, my gaze fixed on her, drinking in every detail.

The way her breasts bounce with the rhythm.

The flush of her cheeks.

The determined glint in her eyes as she rides me like she’s reclaiming every moment we’ve spent fighting against each other.

I grab her waist, pulling her down hard as I thrust up into her, feeling every inch slide against the tightness of her walls.

She gasps, her breath catching as she grips my shoulders to steady herself.

The sound she makes has me pushing her further.

I want to take her to the edge and watch her tip.

I want her to feel every inch of me, to embrace the pleasure that’s about to crash over her like a tidal wave.

“Just let it happen. I’ve got you.”

I hold her tighter, the desperation in her eyes mirroring my own as I thrust harder, deeper, and with each powerful stroke, I feel her body responding, tightening around me.

“Barrett!” she cries out, her voice teetering on the edge of desperation.

And in that moment, something shifts in me, a rush of heat that catches me off guard. I can feel my own release building, clawing its way to the surface as her walls tighten around me, pulsing in rhythm with every thrust.

“Fuck, Blakely, I—” The words barely leave my throat before I feel it happen, igniting in a burst of fire that consumes me whole.

The way she gasps my name, raw and unfiltered, sends me spiraling into ecstasy alongside her.

I lose myself entirely in the moment, a white-hot heat coursing through my veins until my world dissolves and waves of pleasure threaten to crash over us.

“I’m—oh God!” she gasps, and in that moment, I swear I can feel her whole body squeezing my cock.

“Shit. Ah, fuck, Blakely!” I roar, my grip on her hips tightening instinctively as I spiral out of control. A spark of heat shoots up through my spine. A sensation that ignites every fucking nerve ending as I lose myself inside her body.

“Oh God, I’m coming!” She cries. “I’m coming.

I’m coming. I’m…Bear!” She shudders violently, a gasp escaping her lips, and I can feel the rush of warmth as she releases around me, her body trembling uncontrollably as a flood of ecstasy erupts from deep within her.

The world around us dissolves into a haze, the only thing anchoring me is the way she grips me tighter as she comes.

It’s overwhelming and exhilarating. It’s a rush of heat that sends my senses spiraling as I feel her pulse around me, her moans echoing in my ears like a symphony of desire.

And there is something about a woman, no…not just a woman… my woman, coming all over me that fills me with more pride, more infatuation, more love, than I ever thought possible.

God, I love this woman with my whole heart.

The sound of her breathing calms me as I pull her tighter against me, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The weight of her body draped over mine is a grounding force, a tether to the reality that we’re no longer just rivals but two souls who have collided in the most extraordinary way.

I can’t help but smile, knowing I’ve unlocked something deeper within her, something fierce and beautiful. I brush my fingers through her hair, relishing the softness of it against my skin.

“You okay?” I whisper, my voice a mixture of tenderness and lingering need. I know the battle she’s fought to get to this point, and now I want her to feel safe, wrapped in this cocoon we’ve created.

“Never better,” she murmurs, lifting her head to meet my gaze. There’s a glow in her eyes that cuts through the haze of post-coital bliss, a spark that reminds me how fiercely she fights for what she believes in. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, a smile breaking across my face as I cradle her cheek in my palm. “More than okay.”

And it’s true.

This moment, this crazy whirlwind of emotions and heat, has carved out a space deep inside me that I didn’t know existed. She’s filled it with everything I didn’t know I needed, and now I can’t imagine my life without her.