Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I add a second finger, but still don’t curl. And I suck, but still not the way she wants. “How’s that?”
“Still more, please.” I add a third finger and graze her clit with my teeth.
“Yes. God. Thank you.” Her hand tightens in my hair. “More, please.”
“I’m already using three fingers, Princess,” I murmur.
“I can take more. Tristan puts his whole hand in Rix’s vagina,” she pants.
I lift my head. I could not have heard that right. “I’m sorry, what?”
Her eyes flare, and she whispers, “They do the Chasing Amy.”
“You mean the Kevin Smith movie from the nineties?” I probably watched it as a teen.
“Yeah.” She makes a circle with her thumb and middle finger and then slides her other hand through it until she’s holding her wrist.
“That’s—his whole hand?” My gaze drops to where three fingers are buried inside her. The physics of that seem…not ideal. Rix is small, and Tristan’s hands are like baseball gloves.
“Maybe we should talk about this later.” Aurora’s face is an adorable shade of red as she tries to push my head back down.
“Or maybe we shouldn’t.” I curl my fingers.
She gasps. I lick her clit and then latch on, watching her eyes roll up.
She grabs her right breast, tugging roughly on her nipple. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, back arching as her legs shake and the orgasm rolls through her.
I don’t give her time to come down from the high. I roll on a condom, stretch out over her, and replace my fingers with my cock, pushing inside in one smooth stroke. She clenches around me, legs hooked behind my back, her arms winding around my neck.
Her orgasm drags on, her body quaking, a low keening sound humming across my lips. I pull back so I can see her. Aurora’s nails dig into my shoulder, the fingers of her other hand tremble against my cheek, my name a nearly soundless whisper on her lips.
“God, you’re beautiful when you’re coming for me,” I murmur.
“I d-don’t want it to end,” she pants as she writhes under me.
Every time is better than the last. I feel the connection we have in more than just our bodies. I feel it in the softness of her eyes, in the way she whispers my name. I’m about to tell her how I feel, how deeply rooted in my heart she is, but another orgasm rolls through her. Aurora’s mouth drops open, and her eyes flutter closed as her body contracts. And then I’m falling with her.
Half an hour later, we’re sitting in the living room, Aurora wearing one of my hoodies, her legs draped over mine. I run a hand up her bare calf. “How are you feeling about the gala?” It’s just a handful of days away.
“Good. Great, actually!” Her eyes light up. “We have a whole table for the Hockey Academy, which is so amazing. They confirmed that Kodiak Bowman and his wife are coming.”
“That’s great news.” He’s the new “it kid” in hockey. He’s on track to blow a lot of records out of the water.
“Hemi thinks this will be our best gala yet. I love this side of the hockey world and how we get to give back to the community that supports us.”
Her excitement is infectious. “I love your passion for this.”
“I feel like I’ve found my calling, you know?” She runs her fingernails down the back of my neck. “Hemi says the auction is where we usually make the most money.”
“I can pull out—tell Hemi I can’t participate.” I’ve been thinking about this a lot. In part because Scarlet is attending, and even though I’ve told her I’m not interested in rekindling our relationship, I worry she’ll bid on me anyway.
“Most of the dates usually end up being a hang out with a hockey player night, like the way Dallas ended up spending his at the retirement village with the coach’s grandmother,” she says. “Besides, if you back out there will be questions. And people might think it’s because of Scarlet.”
I can feel her apprehension over it, which is the only reason I don’t press harder. “I don’t want anyone but you.”
“Scarlet still wants you, though?”
The only way to set her mind at ease is to be honest with her about my history with Scarlet. If I want this to work, I need to open up. “She knows I’m not interested. I’m not the same person I was when we dated. Her life is very public, and while being a pro hockey player means parts of my life are available for public consumption, I was never on board with my personal relationship splashed all over social media.”
Aurora hesitates, looking uncertain. “I know how private you are about your life, but will you tell me what happened?”
I should have offered it up as soon as we returned from the away series, like I said I would. But we’ve been so preoccupied with each other. And talking about this shines a light on how Scarlet affected my views on relationships and love. “Have you been afraid to ask?”