Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
“Literally everything you do turns me on. You know that, right? Also, I know that hockey is your main talent, but your voice is . . . yeah. It does things to me. You’re so good at the dirty talk, X.”
“Are we seriously doing this in my box at the game?”
She laughs and sips her drink again. “You started it. By the way, I love your penthouse. I didn’t tell you earlier.”
We’ve hardly been there today. We spent a couple of hours at the stadium, then we met up with Coop and Brit for lunch, and we went to Brit’s store so the girls could chat and Ivy bought about half a dozen books.
We only went back to the penthouse to change and then come straight here.
Which means I haven’t been inside my girl since last night, and that’s way too fucking long.
“We don’t have to stay for the whole game,” I tell her, and she frowns up at me, making me grin. “I’m just saying. We can stay if you want to. Seeing you in my jersey is fucking hot, by the way.”
“Isn’t it bad luck to leave early? Wait.” She eyes me, and a slow smile spreads over her face. “You don’t want to leave. You just want . . . you know.”
“No. I don’t know.” God, I love the banter with this girl. “Tell me.”
“You know.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.” I turn my attention back to the ice. Cooper has the puck, passes, then gets it again and shoots it into the net, scoring the first goal of the night. “Attaboy!”
We stand and cheer, and I see that we’re on the big screen. There will likely be a lot of these shots tonight, putting our reactions up there for the fans to see.
As we sit back down, Ivy rests her hand on my thigh.
“If you’re dying for my cock, just say so, Red. I’ll take you home and fuck you on every surface.”
Ivy snorts. “Dying for it? You wish.”
But she shifts in her seat, as if she’s trying to ease an ache between her legs, and fuck.
I want her.
I never stop wanting her.
Watching her work with the medical staff this morning was a huge turn-on. It’s a good thing she was making me do some exercises so I didn’t get hard.
“So, you’re telling me that you don’t want me to lick up your inner thigh? To that little spot by your hip that always makes you squirm.”
“Xander.”
“I know you love it when I pull your nipple between my teeth and push my thigh between your legs so you can ride it, trying to ease that ache between your legs.”
“Xander Andrew Hendrix.”
“Not my middle name, Red. But it’s fine. We can stay here for the next three hours and watch this game.”
She stands up, pulls me to my feet, and makes me follow her back to the private bathroom that every box has. She yanks me inside, closes and locks the door, and turns to me with hungry blue eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
She doesn’t say a word, she just lowers to her knees and grabs for my jeans.
“Baby, you don’t have to—”
“You make me crazy in the best fucking way,” she says, urgently opening my pants and working them down my hips, and when she has my cock in her sweet little hands, I hiss and lean both palms on the wall behind her as she licks up the side of my dick and over the head, over the metal there, and then she sinks over it, putting as much as she can in her mouth, and sucks.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ivy.”
She hums and cups my balls as she works her pretty little mouth up and down my shaft. She pulls back long enough to say, “Pull my hair,” and I’m pretty sure I could come just from those words alone.
I fist her hair at the back of her head and guide her up and down, and she hums, closes her eyes in contentment, and hollows her cheeks to suck me harder.
“Baby, I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She scowls up at me.
“Fuck. Jesus, you’re amazing. You like my cock, wildcat? You like sucking my cock and playing with my balls?”
She whimpers, and that’s all I can take. I pull her to her feet. She’s wearing leggings under the jersey, but she’s also still in her shoes.
“Shoes off,” I tell her, and she immediately follows my orders, and then I help her out of the leggings and finally lift her, wrap her perfect legs around my waist, and brace her against the wall. She circles my neck with her arms and meets my lips halfway, kissing me with pure, unadulterated need.
My cock slips through her sopping wet slit, making us both groan.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me”—I bury my face in her neck and bite the soft flesh there—“to see you in my name? There’s nothing fucking sexier than you in my jersey, Ivy Rose Bensen.”