Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I consider my options. Fuck my options, though. I want this too bad for pride. She can win the game if it means I get to be inside her.
“Please,” I say. “Let me fuck your perfect pussy. Please, please, please.”
Caroline finally laughs. “I win.” And the amusement is erased from her face almost instantly. It’s replaced by ecstasy as she lowers her hips and takes me in.
“Oh, God, Jake,” she breathes. Now that she’s won, she’s apparently willing to make noises again.
And damn. She wasn’t the only one who was close to coming. I’m not sure how long I’ll last right now.
“Slow,” I say, warning her. I don’t want this to be over too fast. Not after waiting so long.
She just puts her hands on my pecs, gripping me tight, and shakes her head. Her hair bounces with the movement as she bobs up and down on me. She’s grinding into me, rocking her hips forward and back with absolutely no intentions of slowing down.
Holy shit. How did I ever think I could live the rest of my life without doing this again? Without her?
“Caroline,” I say tightly. I’m gripping her thighs hard, trying to keep myself from coming after just a few seconds of fucking her.
“I want to feel it,” she says between heavy breaths. She’s riding me hard now. Our bodies are slapping together with a rhythmic sound of skin on skin. “I want you to come inside me. I want you to fill me.”
And shit.
I go tense all over, my body rigid as an orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.
It’s perfect oblivion.
It’s ecstasy so white-hot I can feel it burning its way through my veins.
She doesn’t stop riding me, though. She is moaning hard as she continues on top of me, eyes squeezed shut as she gasps my name again and again.
When she’s finally lying beside me, our bodies radiate heat and are slick with sweat. I feel like I just ran a marathon. “That was… different,” she says.
She’s lying on her side, facing me, with her curly brown hair splaying out in every direction.
I reach to push a sweaty strand away from her forehead to tuck it behind her ear. She smiles, leaning into my hand and gripping my wrist.
“Careful,” she says. “Touch a girl like that, and she’s in danger of falling head over heels.”
“Hah,” I say, laughing softly. “Caroline Prince falling for somebody. I’d like to see the day.”
I think she’s about to speak, but she rolls her bottom lip into her mouth and lowers her eyes.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I just… I don’t want to get hurt again. This feels nice. It feels really good. But it feels different than the other times.”
Honestly, I feel her same insecurities. What if we’re just riding on the high of the last few days? Because of this arrangement, we’ve both taken a step outside our normal lives and responsibilities. Who’s to say we’ll feel the same when she’s back in Frosty Harbor and I’m back on the road with the team? But I don’t want to think about that. Not tonight, at least. “Yeah,” I say softly. “I guess we have a kid together. That does feel like it changes things.”
She hesitates, eyes flashing as if that wasn’t what she meant. But she nods quickly. “Yeah.”
I open my mouth to say something but can’t find any words to smooth the discomfort from the air. I lay there, hands threaded over my stomach as I stare at the ceiling for several minutes.
“Do you think we’ll actually go through with it?” she asks. Her voice sounds small and vulnerable.
“Get married?” I ask. “I think we both need to. I’m not about to watch that asshole steal your B&B. That place practically is Frosty Harbor. And, well, I guess now I’ve got an even more vested interest in protecting it. What if Walker wants to help you run it someday?”
She rolls to face me again, eyes squinted with surprise. “You’d be okay with him running the B&B? After learning he's yours, I would’ve thought your first impulse would be hockey.”
“Nah,” I say slowly. “Hockey is great, but it’s like a black hole. You want to be the best at something and you’ll never be able to give it enough. Not if you really care about being the best. You’ll pour everything in and still wonder what else you could’ve chucked in. I mean, the feeling of being out there in the zone is like nothing else on this Earth. The connection to the ice. The bond with your teammates. It’s a fucking drug. But it’s not one you can take your whole life, either…” That last thought it surprisingly bitter. Walker could run a B&B until old age if he wanted. Trying to be a pro athlete was fleeting. You got a brief moment in the spotlight. Eventually, somebody would yank that light away, and you’d spend the rest of your life trying to live off the memories of how great it had been.