She pushes up on her toes, wraps her arms around my neck, and kisses me. The kind of kiss that only means one thing—
Fuck me. Hard.
I grip her waist as my tongue dives deeper into her mouth, and we walk back toward my bed in unison. Once we’re close enough, I pick her up and toss her onto it.
There’s nothing better than waking up to a naked woman ready to sleep with you again. Especially when you need some energy to get through a long-ass hockey practice.
Fuck—hockey practice.
I tap the screen of my phone to check the time. Then I look at the girl sprawled out across my bed.
“Wait right here.” I hold up a finger before running out the door and down the hall to Declan’s room. I don’t even knock before swinging his bedroom door open.
“Fuck, Zeke.” He turns his head and scrunches his nose. “Should I be concerned that you’re barging into my room, buck ass naked? Or is there a logical explanation for this?”
I look down to see Zeke Jr. raring and ready to go.
I shrug. “Nothing you haven’t already seen before, bro.”
“Yeah, well, in a locker room, I’m somewhat prepared for it, first thing in the morning… in my bedroom… not so much.”
“Hypothetically,” I avoid his statement, “if there was a naked girl in my room right now, sprawled out across my bed, how long would I have to sleep with her before we need to leave for practice?”
“Hypothetically,” he rolls his eyes, “not enough time for you to go all Zeke.”
“What does that mean?”
“Unless you want to be late for practice and get dinged, five minutes at most.”
I shoot him a smug grin as I run back down the hallway to my room.
“I can work with that.”
two
Avalon
My head is being smashed into the backboard of my bed repeatedly.
I guess you can’t always get lucky with the men you pick to sleep with. We’ve been at this for forty-five minutes, and I don’t know if I’ve felt an ounce of pleasure. If anything, all I’ve gotten is a headache. But I guess having him inside of me is better than him going down on me. That horrendous act lasted ten minutes and got me nowhere close to an orgasm. It just let to my first faked one of the night.
I’m pretty sure I feel a second one coming.
If I don’t fake an orgasm soon, there’ll be a hole in the backboard that’s the shape of my head.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers against my ear, and the heat from his mouth sends shivers down my body… that’s the most he’s made me feel all night.
He pumps into me again, but this time, I’m prepared and grip the top of the headboard to stop myself from ramming into it. It’s not a comfortable position, but it's better than the concussion I’m only a fewblows away from.
His hands dig into my hips, definitely leaving marks, as he picks up his pace and pumps into me quicker and quicker, and as I feel his muscles clench, signaling his upcoming release, I orgasm for the second time… well, at least according to him.
His sweaty body falls limp against mine, his mouth leaving wet kisses along my chest before he pulls himself out of me.
He drops the condom in the nearby trashcan as I pull on my underwear and a long, baggy t-shirt. Then I grab his clothes and toss them to him.
“Not gonna invite me to stay the night?” he wonders, and I roll my eyes.
I’m not one for sleepovers. I’m a one-and-done kind of girl. Commitment just really isn’t my thing. I learned the hard way that it doesn’t promise you anything. Someone can say for better or worse, but when things get hard, they’re gone.