Deadpuppies.
Grannypanties.
Fuck.
Her hips rocked in rhythm with mine as our breathing and pace quickened. It was the most intimate moment I had ever shared with someone else. It wasn’t that we were breaking every rule, it wasn’t how incredibly sexy Jessica was as her tits bounced while she rode my dick, and it wasn’t even how intoxicating her audible cries of pleasure were—it was that in that those minutes, we were the only two people on earth, completely and totally engulfed by eachother.
“Oh fuck, Sean.” Jessica cried out as her body started to tremble, sending me right into my own climax. My body started to shake as her pussy tightened and pulsed around mycock.
“Jess, you’re perfect,” I whispered as her head fell onto mychest.
“So, what do we tell everyone at work?” Jessica whispered into my ear as I stroked her cheek with the back of myhand.
“Why don’t we worry about that when someone finally catches on? For now, let’s just enjoy the ride.” I kissed her soft lips, pulling her tighter into myarms.
“I think we need to get back out there before someone realizes we’re missing.” Jess sighed into my chest before propping her chin up to look atme.
“Ugh! Why is that a thing?” I complained, tightening my grip aroundher.
“Duty calls, babe. Besides, we might be able to get off in time to make a late appearance at the Hayes’ party this evening.” Jess started to sort through the pile of clothes we had thrown onto the floorboard of thecar.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” I asked, not sure I would be able to hide the I-just-banged-my-hot-partner smile that was sure to be emblazoned on my face for the remainder of theevening.
“If Myla finds out we got off of work in time and didn’t stop by, it will be both of our heads. Are you ready to deal with her feisty wrath? Because I sure as shit amnot.”
“Fine,” I reluctantly agreed. McBee did have a good point, afterall.
Chapter 11
McBee
“Yay! You guys made it!”Myla squealed as Sean and I walked into her and Gavin’s oversized penthouse. She was in true Myla form, bouncing over with a bottle of Moet gripped in her fist. “Gavin! Get the Tito’s!” she hollered over her shoulder before hooking her tiny arms around my middle nestling her head right in myboobs.
“Happy we could make it.” I squeezed her back with agiggle.
“Come in, come in.” She grabbed my hand, dragging us over to the makeshift bar where Jordan was shaking an Austin Apple for mealready.
“Got you behind the bar even on your night off, I see.” Sean went around to hug Jordan and grab a beer out of thefridge.
Jordan shrugged, straining my drink into a tall glass. “You know how I am, Whistler—always gotta be hustlin’.” She started giggling as Will Crosby, the goalie for the Otters, made his way over, looking dapper in a dark blue sport coat and darkjeans.
I felt completely underdressed as I scanned the room from my barstool while Jordan made goo goo eyes at her long-term crush. I was sporting neon unicorn and rainbow leggings, an enormous sweater, and hot pink Nikes—it was all I’d had in my locker down at the station. It was almost one in the morning, and there was no way in hell I was going to head all the way to my apartment to change. I was dead tired and if I’d seen my bed, I would not have been able to resist the temptation to climb into it on the spot. At least Sean was in faded jeans and an old Otters’shirt.
“Hey guys.” Crosby smiled at me as he shook Sean’s hand. “How’s it going on the thin blueline?”
My entire face instantly got hot and turned red as I chewed on my lower lip. It was going to be harder to keep this a secret than I’dthought.
“It was great tonight,” Sean answered quickly for us. “We worked the charity concert in Times Square. McBee’s first concert on the job was extremely successful and pretty entertaining, to say theleast.”
It wasn’t unlike Sean to build me up, especially around friends, but my entire body buzzed on the spot. The small reference—if that was even what it was—went right over Jordan and Will’s heads as they moved the conversation right along to The Hysterics and how well their new album wasdoing.
“You know, the team got to meet all the band members and their crew not too long ago. They were at an away game we had in Chicago. Great group of guys.” Crosby’s statement just rolled off his tongue so naturally, like it wasn’t the biggest deal in the entireworld.
Internally, I was freaking out—firstly, for the secret sexcapade Sean and I just had, and then because one of the hockey players of my favorite team was sitting in a condo with me, talking about my favorite band. It was all toosurreal.
“How’s everything going with Mindie?” Sean asked coolly as he shot me a knowing glance. He could totally read my internal fangirl all over myface.
Crosby smiled wide. “The divorce is final, thank fuckingGod.”