Total pages in book: 128
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
Her fingers drift over my cheek. “Like we were made for each other.”
Relief washes over me. I’m right about her, about this, about us. We finally have a reprieve from the agony of the last few months.
“That’s right.” I brush my lips over hers. “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, Lexi, so the memory of my cock is imprinted in your pussy.”
She moans and clenches around me. “God I love your filthy mouth.”
I ease out, all the way to the ridge, already missing the feel of her surrounding me, and snap my hips forward. Lexi bites my shoulder as she winds herself around me. I hook her other leg into the crook of my elbow, opening her wider, allowing me to go deeper.
“You won’t take this away again.”
She shakes her head, eyes brimming with emotion. “No. Never. I don’t want it to end. I never want it to end.”
“Me neither.”
I grip her ass and tilt her hips up, hitting that spot inside that turns her liquid under me.
“I’m so close.”
“You don’t come until I tell you.” I need this from her, to give me the control I struggle to maintain whenever she’s close but out of reach. I snap my hips forward.
She groans as I grind against her.
“Please, Roman. I need it. I need you.” Her nails rake down my back, body trembling with the effort it takes to hold back.
I’m teetering on the edge with her. “Almost there.”
I pump into her again.
She makes a plaintive sound and murmurs please one last time.
“Let go, angel.”
My name is a guttural plea as she succumbs, pussy milking my cock, pulling me deeper, and I don’t stop, don’t give her time to recover. Instead, I keep her swirling in pleasure, wringing another orgasm from her as I follow.
A wave of calm follows, and I start to roll over, but she clings to me. “No, don’t. Stay, please.”
I pull back so I can meet her gaze. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She runs her fingers through my hair. “You’re the only person I can ever let go with. I want this feeling to last forever. I missed it so much.” She cups my face in her palms. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.” I stroke her cheek. “Especially these past few months, when you were right in front of me but it felt like a million miles were separating us.”
“I hated it.”
“Me, too. So let’s not do that to each other again.”
“Never again.”
I claim her mouth. We’ll have to figure out tomorrow, but for now, I am lost in how good it feels to have her in my arms again.
CHAPTER 21
LEXI
“Afternoon, coaches.” Roman dips his chin as he passes us.
“You feeling game ready, Hammerstein?” Boxer asks.
“Absolutely. Looking to shut New York out and remind them who kicked their ass last year in the finals.” He winks and disappears into the locker room.
It’s been nearly a week since the Christmas miracle. If my vagina could grow legs and follow him, she would. I exhale a tense breath.
Vander Zee claps me on the shoulder. “Have confidence in your decisions, Forrester. It’s been a solid season. Roman’s in net tonight, and Grace is playing cleaner and smarter.”
“We’re sure playing him on the same line as Madden is a good idea?” Coach Thomas asks for the third time.
“It’s our best bet if we want to win against New York.” Boxer comes to my defense. Again.
Last week I brought up playing Madden and Grace on the same line again. After I backed up my suggestion with data and a strategy, Vander Zee ran with it. Our team can handle New York, but I’m reasonably nervous. Bowman is proving to be one of the best players in the league and they’ve been dominating this season.
Vander Zee is showing me he values my input by allowing the line change. Now I just need the team to prove I’m right.
“Madden can handle it,” Vander Zee assures us. “We discussed it earlier today. He understands what’s at stake.”
A win against New York will be good for team morale. And Madden and Grace have to play like they’re on the same team. Madden has been better, but Grace has been off since the holidays. I can only guess as to why. I’m hoping this strategy works tonight. Either they’ll get their shit together and be professionals or someone will end up on the bench. The former is preferred.
We join the team in the locker room for the pre-game strategy talk.
Roman is seated on a bench across the room, polishing a green apple on his jersey. A flush works its way up my neck. I look away.
How the hell do people have workplace romances without everyone finding out? I might as well be wearing a shirt that reads: The goalie owns me.
Two nights ago, Callie slept over at a friend’s house and Fee had dance practice and went to a movie with her friends, which meant I had the condo all to myself for several hours. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to invite Roman over.