Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131271 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Her lips curve into a smile I can’t quite fully read. “You make it sound so... simple.”
“It is,” Hayes says firmly, his hand finding her waist. “At least, it will be if you trust us.”
Her gaze lingers on him for a long moment, and then she looks at me. And Shawn. She nods, and I sit back, allowing a little relief to pass through me. “Good.”
Then, I lean in and kiss the corner of her mouth. Her skin is warm, and the way she tilts toward me makes my chest tighten. She cups the side of my face, her fingers stroking gently over my temple where the remnants of a headache still linger, soothing and calming, and I melt, wishing I could lie down and fall asleep next to her and not rise for a week.
I’m kissing Riley Johnstone, leaning into her, learning the shape of her mouth, her taste, and the way she moans as our tongues tangle. It doesn’t feel new; instead, it feels like we’ve been dancing this way forever.
“And the best part?” Shawn adds, interrupting the quiet. I draw back as he slides his hand to her thigh. “You have three of us to make you shine.”
Her laugh is shaky, but it’s real. Her gaze flicks between us, lingering on Hayes for a moment before shifting to me and then Shawn. “This is so crazy,” she admits. “But it feels... right. Doesn’t it?”
“It does,” I say. But her question lingers. If she’s asking us for reassurance, maybe we haven’t done enough to show her how right it can be.
We move like clockwork after that, instinct guiding us like a perfectly timed power play. Hayes pulls out, letting Shawn take his place.
“You sure you can take me?” he asks, and when Riley nods, my brother flushes with relief. His usually steady hands tremble as he sheathes himself, and I watch her, every shift in her breathing and every tremble in her body, so I can make sure she’s comfortable with what’s happening. Caring so much about another person during sex is new, leaving me uncertain of my ability to deal with the unfamiliar pang of nerves and worry.
But by the time her soft gasps and moans fill the room again, it’s like the world outside doesn’t exist. No ice. No games. No rivalries. No expectations. Just us, tangled together in something bigger than any championship we’ve ever won.
When Shawn has cried out his own release, Riley’s eyes find mine, pupils blown with arousal yet questioning.
“Jacob,” she whispers, reaching for my hand. The simple tug of her fingers snags at my emotions.
I never imagined she’d want me, too.
Her eyes are wide and shining, her lips slightly parted, and she’s beautiful like this—raw, vulnerable, and yet completely in control. I cup her cheek, brushing my thumb along her flushed skin, letting her see what she’s doing to me. No words can explain it. I can’t even figure it out myself.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, and I mean it.
Easing inside her feels like the final piece of a puzzle sliding into place, and her body welcomes me. Hayes and Shawn hover close, their hands and mouths keeping her grounded. It’s overwhelming, yet I’m the calmest I’ve felt in a long while.
Riley gasps, and her back arches as I move my hips, savoring every moment. Her body cradles me, and I press into her, harder and deeper, testing just how much she can take. The chase toward release is forgotten as I meet her gaze. Riley fills my vision. Only her.
Riley’s fingers dig into my shoulders, her voice trembling with urgency and wonder. “Jacob…”
“I know, baby. I know.”
I didn’t know it could feel like this. For my whole life, sex has been like running drills. I know what to do to get the puck in the back of the net, but the route to get there has been practiced and soulless. With Riley, the slow sweep of my skates over the ice has come into clearer focus, and I take my time, the net in sight but far in the distance, the journey to get there so much more important.
This isn’t just about sex. It isn’t about chasing an orgasm for the sake of it. It’s about coming together and holding on.
And when she whispers our names, one by one, I know we’ve done exactly what we set out to do: make her the center of everything, the glue that will hold us together because I don’t have the strength to do it anymore.
EPISODE 265
ICING THE CAKE - THE HOCKEY CHANNEL WITH A SWEET BITE
[Video opens with the anonymous host sitting on her kitchen counter, holding a hockey puck in one hand and a whisk in the other.]
Anonymous Host:
“Welcome back to Icing the Cake, the place where hockey meets baking. Today, we’re talking about the beauty of the surprise play. You know what I mean! The moves that leave the opposition scrambling, the fans gasping, and your own teammates looking at you like, ‘Dude, where did that come from?’”