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  We all celebrate as we head back to the locker room, deal with the media, and hit the showers. I wait for Scott to finish up before we head toward the WAGs suite to pick up Kinley and Becca.

  “You want to go out and grab a drink tonight?” Scott asks, on our way upstairs.

  “Maybe, let’s see what the ladies say.”

  “I’m sure they will be up for celebrating, after a win like we just pulled off.”

  We make it into the suite a few moments later, and I immediately scan the group until my eyes land on Kinley. She’s wearing the same shirt as Becca is; one of the teams’ shirts that the girls all coordinate to wear. Seeing her in their mix, as if she is one of the WAGs, hits me hard and almost takes my breath away. What I wouldn’t do to have her here permanently, wearing my jersey proudly, and using my pass to be in this suite, rather than Becca and Scott’s.

  I let my gaze linger on her for a few seconds, until she looks over and makes eye contact with me. We hold each other’s gaze as I slowly walk toward her. Scott is already over by the group, with Becca in his arms. He’s leaning down, whispering something in her ear, and by the look on her face, it isn’t something that’s meant to be heard by anyone else in this room.

  I make it to Kinley’s side and she turns to face me. “Nice game, hot shot,” she says, punching me in the shoulder. “That was one sweet goal you got there.”

  “You liked that, did you?” I ask her, amusement pouring out of my voice.

  “I did.” She winks up at me.

  “Any chance you’d be up for going out for a drink tonight? Scott and I were talking about going, if you ladies were up for it.”

  “I’m game. Let’s see what Becca says.” Kinley turns to Scott and Becca. “You up for a drink out and about with these two hockey hunks?”

  “Sure am,” Becca laughs, as Scott whispers something into her ear again.

  “Let’s go then,” I say.

  I reach out and grab Kinley’s hand as we leave the suite, lacing our fingers together. She doesn’t pull away from me, so I tug her closer to my side. As we walk out of the arena, Scott and I decide on where to meet up, splitting up to head toward our trucks. I keep a hold on Kinley and she doesn’t fight it, so I lead her to my truck. When we approach, I don’t immediately open the passenger door for her. Instead, I back her up against the door and place my hands against the truck on either side of her head, boxing her in.

  I look her dead in the eye, dropping my left hand to trace along her jaw, lifting her face to keep her eyes on me as I touch her. I’m testing both of us; my self-control, and her boundaries. Not sure how far she will let me push her, I slide my hand back up to cup her cheek and lower my head closer to hers. I want nothing more than to lean down until our lips meet, where I can slip my tongue into her mouth and take control.

  I can see the want and desire in her eyes, as she looks into mine, but I also see the wariness that lies within her gaze as well. It’s that look that has me pausing, looking for reassurance that she wants this just as badly as I do. When I see that look clear slightly, I take that as my cue. I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. I start out softly at first, but quickly deepen the kiss. I sweep my tongue into her mouth, as I drag her body against mine, reaching down to cup her ass and pull her up so she’s got her legs wrapped around my waist. She immediately grinds herself against my aching cock pulsing against my zipper.

  We stay lip-locked, grinding against each other, time lost. I don’t know if it’s been ten seconds or ten minutes, before we break the connection and Kinley pulls all the way back. We are both panting and out of breath, sucking in air like we were dying. She unhooks her legs from around my waist, sliding down my body until her feet hit the ground.

  “We should get going for that drink. Scott and Becca are probably wondering where we are,” Kinley says, still slightly out of breath.

  I reach behind her and open the passenger door to my truck, helping her climb in and shutting the door behind her. I make my way around to the driver’s side and pull out after securing my seat belt. The car ride over to the bar is silent, neither one of us ready to put into words what just happened between us. After parking, I jump out of the truck and quickly get to Kinley’s side, opening the door and helping her down. I once again lace our fingers together as we walk into the bar, where I spot Scott and Becca almost immediately, and we head toward the table.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kinley

  Holy shit. That kiss and groping session against Brian’s truck a few minutes ago has my blood pumping and my body strung tight. I don’t know what came over me to attack him like I did. Not that he’s complaining about it.

  I rub my fingertips along my lips. I can still feel his lips against mine, our tongues dueling for control. The feel of all his hard, sinewy muscles, not to mention the hardness of his cock that was pressing against my core. A few more seconds of rubbing against him the way we were, and I would have come apart in his arms.

  We make our way into the bar where we’re meeting Becca and Scott, to the table they have secured for us.

  “Get lost?” Scott chuckles with an amused look on his face, raising his eyebrow at Brian.

  “Nope, just had a little delay leaving the parking garage.” Brian smirks back at him.

  With just one look from Becca, I can tell it’s written all over my face what we were doing, and she can read me like a book. The grin that breaks out on her face causes me to turn bright red with embarrassment.

  “What are we drinking tonight?” I finally ask, trying to turn the attention off Brian and me being late.

  “I’ll just stick to beer,” Brian answers.

  “Same for me,” Scott adds.

  “I was thinking of something fruity,” Becca says.

  “Me, too,” I say, looking over the menu.

  Becca and I finally decide on a raspberry daiquiri for her and the mango peach swirl for me. The guys flag down our server, and we place our orders, along with an appetizer plate. The guys are both hungry after their game, and it never hurts to have some food to help soak up the alcohol.

  The four of us enjoy our time at the bar, but call it a night after just one round of drinks. After paying the bill, we walk out to the parking lot, where Becca gives me a hug goodnight.

  “The guys have practice tomorrow, so you and I are going to hang out all day, since it’s your last day here,” Becca says. “Then, tomorrow night, the four of us are going to go out to a nice dinner.”

  “Sounds good to me,” I reply, while Scott and Brian nod their heads in agreement.

  We make it back to Brian’s, and I excuse myself to change into some sleep clothes. I come out to find he has done the same, wearing his trademark basketball shorts and nothing else. Damn him, and all his glorious muscles on display. I swear, just looking at them makes me stupid one moment, and have my ovaries exploding the next. He catches me staring at him, again, and smirks. Dammit. Why does he always have to catch me when I’m staring him down, allowing the fantasies to run wild.

  Brian is sitting on the couch, with the TV on sports news, but he’s muted it. He finally breaks the silence. “Come here,” he says, as he beckons me to come closer.

  I slowly walk the few steps, so I can sit down on his couch next to him. Close, but not close enough to touch him without reaching out. As soon as my ass hits the couch, though, he grips my leg, pulling me closer to him. So much for not touching him. He leaves his hand on my thigh, tracing small circles on my skin.

  I do my best to pay attention to what he’s watching on TV, but between being plastered to his side and his touches torturing my leg, I can hardly focus on anything. Hell, I’m trying to remember how to breathe correctly.

  Brian stands, holding his hand out to me, and pulls me up. I have no idea what he’s trying to do or where he plans to lead me, but he quickly lies on the couch and tugs me down in front of him, our bodies flush. His arms immediately encircle me, holding me close to him. Memories from when we lay
like this back in my apartment flood my mind, and I feel just as comfortable and secure in his arms now, as I did then.

  Lying in his arms, we’re silent. I can’t see Brian’s face, but I can tell he’s paying attention to the sports highlights playing on the TV. I turn in his arms so I’m now facing him, and tuck my face in his neck. Big mistake. My first breath in is filled with his scent; a little spice, and all masculine. I snuggle in closer, relishing the way it feels to be held in his arms. The moments like this, when it’s just the two of us and his guard is down, make me wish I could let go of the walls I have built up around my heart. I just don’t know how to let go and let us try. I know deep down he’s a good man; great, actually.

  As I lay there, wrapped in his arms, breathing in his scent, I drift off to sleep, so peacefully relaxed and protected. I have no idea how long I’ve been asleep for, as the next thing I know, Brian has scooped me up in his arms and is carrying me down the hall. I keep my eyes closed, figuring he will place me on my bed, but I realize quickly that he has entered his room and is placing me on his bed.

  As he leaves my side, I stretch and open my eyes, taking in his room. It’s masculine, filled with dark wood and leather furniture. This room fits him so well, as does the rest of his condo. I look around, trying to see where he went, when he walks out of his en suite bathroom, stripped down to his boxers. My mouth immediately waters, taking in his sexy body. Damn, he is ripped. I’ve seen him like this before, but the sight of him like this will never get old. I lock my eyes on his as he saunters over to the bed, slipping under the covers next to me.

  “I didn’t mean to wake you,” he rasps out, half whisper, half growl.

  “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

  “You can fall asleep on me anytime you want, sweetheart,” he says, winking at me. “Come closer.” He reaches out to touch me, pulling me closer in the process. I’m back to lying in his embrace, his arms tightly wrapped around me, our legs interconnected. I once again melt into him, feeling safe and protected in his arms.

  Brian shifts his head, and places a kiss against the top of my head. Feeling his lips against my body has it instantly on fire and me wanting more. I tilt my head back, so I can see his face. The look of heat and desire that fill his eyes just about takes my breath away. I push myself up slightly and, without any more thought, bring my lips to his. I’m tired of pushing him away, when he’s constantly trying to pull me closer to him.

  He’s gentle at first, allowing me to lead the kiss. His hands have been anchored to my hips, holding me tight against him. After a few moments, he takes control, rolling us so he’s over top of me. Brian breaks our connection, looking down into my eyes, searching for an approval from me to move this forward between us.

  “Tell me what you want, beautiful,” he murmurs, smiling down at me, lowering himself down to place a sweet kiss to each cheek.

  “You,” I whisper.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret anything after.”

  “I’m sure. I’m tired of pushing you away. It’s time I stop, and just embrace this connection between the two of us.”

  “Let go, and let me make you feel again,” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss to a different part of my face.

  Brian starts slowly, kissing his way down my body, making sure not to miss an inch of skin as he descends. He kisses his way across my breasts, then pulls down my tank, exposing my nipples.

  “Fucking perfect.”

  He quickly lashes his tongue against one, then sucks it deeply into his mouth. My back arches off the bed, pushing me further into him. Each suck from his mouth sends a bolt of electricity directly to my core, and I can feel the wetness of my arousal.

  “You still with me, sweetheart?” Brian rasps against my breast, as he kisses his way over to the other.

  “Yes!” I pant out. “Just don’t stop.”

  Rather than replying, Brian sucks my other breast into his mouth, laving my nipple with his tongue. He continues kissing down my torso, stopping only to pull my tank top over my head and out of his way.

  “God, you are so beautiful,” he tells me. He takes in his fill of my body before dropping his head to continue his descent. He stops at the top of my panties, then kisses a straight line back up my body until he captures my lips with his.

  He is demanding, yet cautious, as he explores. He kisses me thoroughly, and I snake my hands up his body and into his hair. The man has amazing hair, and it feels wonderful between my fingers.

  I can’t get enough of feeling him, his skin against mine, as we explore each other’s bodies. I slide my hands down from his head, feeling all his bulging muscles, as I make my way to the waistband of his boxers, slipping my fingers in so I can wrap them around his hard cock. When my fingers make contact with the velvet skin of his cock, he hisses against my lips. I slip my other hand into his waistband and push his boxers off his hips, using my legs and feet to assist in ridding him of his briefs.

  Brian continues to assault my mouth with his, lowering a hand to my throbbing pussy, putting light pressure against my clit through the lacy material. He shifts his hand to grab the lace that rests against my hip, and rips it clear off my body. I gasp, having never experienced a move like that. With my panties shredded and out of the way, he moves his hand back to my core, slipping his fingers through my wetness.

  “Fuck!” I gasp out against his lips, as he plunges two fingers inside me and circles his thumb around my clit.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. I want you to come on my fingers. Let go, beautiful,” Brian whispers into my ear as he continues plunging his fingers in and out of my soaked pussy.

  I can feel my orgasm building, the tingle in my lower belly getting too hard to ignore. It rips through my body, and I start to see stars. I have never orgasmed this hard, and we haven’t even had sex yet. If this man is this talented with just his hand, he’s going to kill me when we actually have sex.

  As I come down from my orgasm, Brian places soft tender kisses along my neck.

  “Ready for more?” he asks tenderly.

  All I can do is nod my head.

  “I need to hear the words, Kin,” he states.

  “I want you, inside me. I want this more than I can say,” I finally get out.

  Brian basically cuts me off, as he drops his lips to mine, before pushing himself up and leaning over to his nightstand. He pulls open the top drawer and removes a condom. Using his teeth, he rips the package open and expertly rolls it down his cock.

  Brian shifts back on top of me and brings my left leg up over his hip. He grips his cock and slips it between my slick folds, then around the very sensitive bundle of nerves driving me crazy. He lets go of his cock and sinks down onto his forearms, dropping his lips back to mine.

  “You’re mine now,” he growls. “No turning back, Kin. I promise you we will make this work.” With those words, he thrusts into me.

  “Brrriaaaan!” I moan, dragging out his name as he fills me completely. He stills, allowing me to adjust to him for just a few seconds. He’s got a hand firmly gripping one ass cheek and the other holding him up, keeping him from crushing my body, as he starts off with a slow thrusting rhythm. He steadily increases his pace, making minor adjustments as I pant out my encouragement to him. He slightly lifts my hips higher, and I swear he slides in just a little further on his next thrust. That minor adjustment has me nearly lifting off the bed in ecstasy.

  “Right there…don’t stop!” I stammer out between thrusts.

  “I need you to come on my cock, Kin. I’m about to blow, and I need you to go first,” Brian grunts out, every word punctuated by a thrust, each harder and deeper than the last. He’s now shifted us so he’s on his knees, and he’s got a hand on each of my ass cheeks, his fingertips digging into my skin. I’m sure they’re going to leave little bruises, but I don’t care.

  “I’m going to co-” My orgasm rips through my body before I can completely get out my warning. I can feel
Brian swell even bigger as my muscles tighten around his cock, milking him. He thrusts frantically a few more times before he stills, and I feel his orgasm overtake his body.

  We’re both still for a moment, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. Once we are both breathing normally again, back down from the highs of our orgasms, he leans up to kiss me, causing his spent cock to slip out of me. After placing a chaste kiss on my lips, he rolls off the bed to dispose of the used condom.

  He slips back into the bed, pulling me into his arms. I’m feeling no regrets; only happiness and the safety of being in his arms.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Brian

  After our first round, we both fell asleep, wrapped up in each other. I wake a few hours later with a need so great to be inside Kinley, I can’t ignore it. I wake her by gently kissing my way down her body, stopping between her legs. I run my tongue around her clit, sucking it into my mouth. I feel her begin to stir as her body starts to tremble, soft moans escaping her lips. Knowing she’s close, I continue my slow torture on her pussy, thrusting my tongue inside her as I stroke her clit with my thumb, playing her like an instrument. She wakes with a shout as a quick orgasm shudders through her body. I lap at her core, tasting her as she comes on my face, and loving every second of this intimate moment.

  I kiss my way back up, stopping to ravish her breasts. I sink my fingers inside her, thrusting until I bring her to the brink of another orgasm. I remove my fingers from her core, and quickly slide on a condom, sinking balls deep inside of her in one frantic thrust.

  “Bri…an!” she shouts in my ear, her voice still full of sleepiness.

  “Tell me what you need, gorgeous,” I say, between steady pumps of my hips.

  “I don’t know,” she cries out, as I demand more and more from her body. I stop and pull out, flipping us so she’s now on top of me. I guide her quickly to sink down on my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head as she drops completely down.