Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I’m dizzy from pleasure, lack of oxygen, I’m not sure. But with another powerful thrust, I’m breathing again.
North’s mouth is back on mine, kissing me with a ferocious need to dominate, his hips slamming into me over and over again. Something rattles and my head lolls to see a picture frame only a few inches away, knocking in tandem with his thrusts.
He’s fucking me oh so hard and still I manage to gasp, “More.”
North doubles down, hips pistoning so fast that I give up trying to participate and just let myself be used. The last bit of control slipping away, I enter into an almost fugue state where all I know is the unbearable pleasure of his body claiming mine.
A light tremble skitters up my spine and then my entire body starts to shake as a new orgasm pulses. North seems to sense how close I am and his pelvis grinds against mine, providing the slightest friction that sends me over the edge.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I break apart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Fucking you as hard as I can,” he mumbles, and then unbelievably, fucks me harder.
My orgasm rips through my body, locking me tight and I swear I think I might pass out.
But then North plants deep, throws his head back, and I watch in fascination as time seems to stop as he unleashes inside me. His throat muscles cord with his release and he roars out in pleasure so loudly, my orgasm responds with another powerful ripple up my spine.
“Oh God,” I moan as his hips roll shallowly against me, his cock lazily continuing to stroke me from the inside. North shudders hard before his head drops to my shoulder.
He nuzzles against my neck and whispers, “That was fucking stupendous.”
Laughing, I put my hand under his chin, push his head up so I can look into his eyes. “I don’t think stupendous is a good enough word for what that was.”
He kisses me gently, cock still impaling me against the wall. The dichotomy of his tenderness coming off that feral fucking has my emotions in turmoil.
Pulling back, he stares at me a long moment. “What is this?”
As if my answer has changed from the last time he asked.
I frown at him, unsure of what he really wants to know, but I recognize that slight feeling of panic welling inside me. Surely North knows this is what we already defined it as. “It’s fun, right?” I ask.
“Very fun,” he agrees with a smirk. “But is this just a hookup? A onetime-only thing?”
“We’ve got a long night ahead of us,” I tease.
“Secret affair?” he asks, pushing for clarification, and his expression is slightly guarded. “We hook up to get our rocks off?”
“Yes,” I say carefully, putting my hand against his neck where I give him a gentle squeeze. “I’m not looking for anything serious, so I think it’s best we just keep this between us.”
North doesn’t say anything and his emotions are shuttered tight on his face.
“Is that okay?” I press.
“Seeing as how Rafferty would probably rearrange my face if we flaunted this little no-strings relationship, I’m thinking secrecy is the way to go.”
Relief washes through me and I didn’t realize how much I want to continue seeing North until he just green-lighted my boundaries. “It’s our little secret then.”
CHAPTER 6
North
Jerry’s Bar is the kind of place I didn’t know I needed until I walked through its doors the first time nearly four months ago with my teammates. It’s owned by Hendrix’s fiancée, Stevie, and named after her grandfather. It’s a local hole in the wall, populated by blue-collar workers, bikers and a few grizzled veterans. It’s not polished or pretentious like Mario’s but rather raw and gritty, tucked away on a quiet street in Pittsburgh. It’s the kind of bar where no one gives a damn who you are, which makes it a great place for us to hang out in a slight bubble of anonymity. Not that the customers here don’t know we’re professional hockey players. It’s just that they don’t care and sometimes it’s nice to get away from the expectations that come with fame.
The place is alive tonight, humming with post-victory energy following our defeat of the Montreal Wizards. Not everyone on the team came out, but I’m glad it’s my closest mates. We’ve started to become a bit factioned by the addition of significant others to the mix—King and his girlfriend, Willa, who’s a doctor; Foster and his nanny turned girlfriend Mazzy, who is an amazing musician and singer; and Lilly, who I’m getting to know better, engaged to our first-line right-winger Boone.
Lilly’s little brother, Aiden, died last May after a lengthy illness and I can’t even imagine. I’m glad I wasn’t part of the team then, but Lilly is as sweet as they get.
Camden is with Danica, who interestingly enough used to be married to one of the Titans players who perished in the plane accident nearly two years ago. They’re widely regarded as the sweetest story on the team, given her second chance at love within a family that never abandoned her following her husband’s death.