I drop down onto her, pulling her legs up around my waist. Bringing my mouth to hers, I tease her lips open so I can taste her there. Absolute heaven.
My hips move, start a leisure stroke, because I want to draw this out. I don’t want this night to end.
I kiss her while I fuck her. Kiss and fuck. Fuck and kiss. Just Brooke claiming every bit of my senses.
Her hands go to my head, sliding her fingers through my hair, and it causes prickles to race down my spine. I lift my mouth from hers, twist my neck, and push my head almost insistently into her hands. She gets the hint and grips my hair tightly, giving a tiny yank.
“That’s it,” I praise her as I level her with a hot look. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she says simply. “All of you. All the time.”
“You have that,” I tell her, and then I wonder immediately, but forever? Do we have this forever?
I don’t want to think about the what-ifs and can we have this or that. Not while I’m sunk deep into the sweetest, best thing I’ve ever had.
Taking Brooke’s hands from my head, I lace my fingers through hers and pin them to the pillow on either side of her head. I push up, gain leverage, and start pumping harder inside of her. I concentrate on how fucking good she feels and it obliterates the doubts for now.
“Harder, Bishop,” Brooke urges me, and I love the sound of my name rolling off her tongue. I kiss her to see if I can taste it and fuck her harder as requested.
“I’m getting close,” she whispers.
Me too.
So fucking close, and when Brooke slams her eyes shut and groans, “I’m coming,” I let loose and fall right along with her.
The roar that tears free from me is as relieving as the orgasm that ripples through me. Pressing my face into Brooke’s neck, I just release everything inside and let the bliss have its way with me.
We played my former team, the New York Vipers, tonight in a hard-fought overtime battle. We came out victorious—over the team that let me go—and that wasn’t even the best part of my night.
Not even close to the way I feel right now.
“Wow,” Brooke murmurs as her hands stroke my lower back. Her legs are still wrapped tight around my waist and I could happily stay here forever.
“Gets better and better, doesn’t it?” I ask her.
“Yes, it does.” Her words are soft, washing over me in a way that makes me feel secure in what we have going on between us.
Lifting up to peer down at her, I take note of her flushed cheeks and the still slightly glassy look in her eyes. I did that to her, and that’s definitely better than the win tonight. This is a startling revelation, because there’s never been anything more important to me than the win.
Perhaps I’m maturing.
Evolving.
Perhaps it’s just Brooke.
I bend down and kiss the tip of her nose. “Let me go get cleaned up.”
“Okay,” she murmurs.
Pushing up to my hands, I pull my very happy and very sated cock out of Brooke, holding the edge of the condom in place as I do so. My eyes flare as I realize what I’m seeing.
My semen all over my dick and a hole about the size of a pea in the side of the condom.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I pull all the way out.
“What?” Brooke exclaims as she sits up. Her gaze falls down to stare at what I’m looking at. “Shit.”
My gaze snaps to hers and I blurt, “I’m not ready to have a kid.”
Because Brooke is Brooke, she smirks at me in return, and I’m immediately put at ease. “You’re adorable. The big, bad hockey player afraid of a teeny-weeny baby. But don’t worry, I’m on the pill. I’m not ready for a baby either.”
“You are?” I ask, dumbfounded. And then it hits me what she just said. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Rolling away from her, I flop down onto the mattress and let out a sigh of relief. Brooke laughs at me and I twist my neck to look at her. “If you’re on the pill, why the hell are we using condoms?”
She shrugs. “Disease and pestilence?”
“I don’t have any of that,” I tell her.
“Me neither.”
“Goodbye, condoms,” I practically chirp with a peppiness I wasn’t feeling a minute ago, and Brooke starts laughing.
Fucking Brooke without a condom is going to be off-the-charts good, and I’m going to take a crack at it as soon as I get recharged in a bit. I did play a hockey game tonight and I am a bit tired.* * *—
After I get cleaned up, I find Brooke under the covers wearing a tank top. I know she’ll have a pair of panties on. Sliding under the comforter, I turn to my side and study her face. She just stares back at me, hand tucked under her cheek, and it’s not awkward at all.