Page 28 of Slap Shot Surprise
SEVEN
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“How didyou get that scar on your lip?”
“This?” I touched the decade-old scar with the tip of my tongue. “Took a puck to the face.” I was stretched out on my back, while Mabel lay facing me on her side. Her head was propped on one hand, and she was studying me like I imagined her analyzing one of her buried treasures. She was so damn cute.
And she was a firecracker in bed—hot and fun and delightfully responsive. Whoever she’d been with before obviously had no idea what they were doing. And while I hoped she’d never date another clueless fuck again, I also hoped she’d never have anyone better than me.
I’m a selfish prick sometimes.
“A puck to the face?” Her nose wrinkled. “Ouch.”
“It happens.”
“Hockey seems like averyrough sport.”
I chuckled. “It is definitely fueled by testosterone.”
“There’s so much fighting.”
“Just part of the game.”
“Doyoufight a lot?”
I thought for a moment. “I don’t like to start fights. But if you take a cheap shot at one of my teammates, I’m coming for you.”
She laughed. “Is that what makes you a good player?”
“Not really. I mean, I play tough, but I’m a good player because I play hard. And I play smart. I always know where I’m supposed to be.” I paused, giving her a little sideways grin. “Also, I know how to put the puck in the net.”
Her lashes lowered as she smiled. “Yes. You do.”
Fuck, that dimple. It did things to me.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her on top of me. She came willingly, straddling my hips. Slipping a hand behind her neck, I pulled her head down and traced her strawberry lips with my tongue. “You have the sweetest mouth,” I told her.
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“And you smell so fucking good.”
“Thank you.”
“And you have beautiful legs.” I ran my hands down her back and over her butt. “And a great ass.”
She kissed me a little deeper, her tongue sweeping into my mouth. “You have a beautiful everything,” she whispered. “Yesterday, when I was sitting next to you on the plane, I kept thinking about how hot you were.”
“You hid it well. You barely even looked my way once you realized you weren’t going to die.”
“I was shy after that.” She began to rock her hips over mine in a slow, undulating rhythm. My cock began to swell, and I reached between her legs, stroking her pussy until she was wet again. When I slipped a finger inside her, she rode my hand, circling her hips.
“You’re not shy now,” I said.
“No,” she whispered, moving her mouth over my jaw and down my neck. “I’m not.”
My jaw clenched, my breath coming faster as she rubbed her lips and tongue on this little spot below my ear that drove me crazy. How the fuck she could have known that was beyond me, but then she surprised me again when she brought one hand to my chest and played with my nipple, rubbing it with her fingertips, brushing it with the back of her knuckles, pinching it playfully. My fingers slipped out of her as she worked her mouth down my chest and teased the other nipple with her tongue, flicking it, sucking it, biting it gently—and then harder.
I groaned as she moved up again and began to grind against me, using my cock to give herself pleasure. Sliding my hands into her hair, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her hard and deep, thrusting beneath her rocking hips. After only a minute, I was trying so hard not to come, I wasn’t sure I could last. “Wait,” I told her, my body at the breaking point. “Just wait. Give me one minute.”
