by Maya Hughes
“Tonight and every night. I’m up for all the hard work you can throw my way.”
“Good.” She smirked and lowered her head. Her breath caressed the tip of my dick, and I fought to keep my eyes open. The hot wetness of her mouth made my eyes want to roll to the back of my head. She took her time torturing me in the best of ways. Mak wasn’t afraid to give as good as she got.
She turned me inside out with her mouth, and I sank inside her sweet pussy, driving home how I’d never let her go with each and every thrust. We came together, riding our wave of pleasure wrapped up in one another.
We collapsed into a heap, breathless, sweaty, and satisfied. I wrapped my arms around her and trailed my hand down her back. My heart hammered in time with hers.
Not wanting to break the trance we were under, I couldn’t help but ask the question that had been in the back of my mind since the minute she knocked on the door.
“What do we do after graduation? About the med-school program? What about once you’re in med school, because if I know anything about you, it’s that you’re not going to let this stop you?” Being back together didn’t mean the problems from before evaporated.
She pressed her finger over my lips.
“You sound like me now.” She smiled with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
“I know you have a lot of plans, and I know things got screwed up. I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
She shook her head fiercely the second the word left my lips, and my heart squeezed. I ran my thumb over the side of her face. Her smooth skin gliding under my rough fingertips. I was all rough and tumble, and she was sweet and refined. But somehow, we fit together in our perfect imperfection.
“We’ll figure it out. No matter what it is, we’ll figure it out together. You’ll be playing hockey. I’ll be in med school eventually. Let’s not worry about it now, and Declan…” She paused and dropped her eyes. I tilted her chin back up to meet her gaze.
“What is it?” My throat tightened. Her eyes were full of uncertainty I wanted to wash away.
“I…I love you.” She said it with tears spilling down her face. Wiping them off her cheeks, I lowered my head and captured her lips in mine.
“Of course you do,” I said, grinning against her lips. Her eyes got wide, and she pushed against my chest and pinched my side. “I love you too.” Crushing my lips to hers, she laughed, and I rolled her under me. The soft glow from the streetlights outside cast her in a radiant light, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could keep me away from her.
“You’re mine now, Books. I was playing the long game. Now you’ll never be rid of me.”
Lifting her hand, she ran it through my hair. “Who said I wanted to? Maybe now you’re stuck with me.” She wriggled her hips under me.
“Looks like we’re stuck together, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I buried my face in her neck, nipping her until she burst out laughing. Never a better sound in the entire world.
Epilogue
It wasn’t often that everyone got together and throwing our college team into the mix meant it was an insane night. The Christmas break was a short window where everything settled into a nice, easy pace, which meant everyone wanted to blow off a little steam. Our team was on fire, victories stacked up one after another on our way to the national championship.
We headed out to the newly opened location of the Bramble Bar. Philly got its own location after New York and LA, which was nice because in the East Coast game of which city gets shown on the map, Philly always disappeared between DC and NYC. We’d practically taken over the place, and everyone was here.
It was a loud and animated re-creation of every night out with the five of us back in high school plus a whole new team of players. Heads turned, and people peered over the booths to see who was trying to shake the place down. A few people came over asking for autographs, but for the most part everyone else kept away.
Ford and Colm had come down from Boston. There were rumors swirling that Ford might be traded to Philly. Him, me, and Heath playing on the same team would be epic. Ford’s younger brother, Grant was there. Colm had brought Olivia with him, and like Emmett had said, she’d certainly blossomed during her senior year of high school. Grant certainly seemed to notice, but he’d always had a thing for her, which drove Colm up a wall.
She’d gotten all dressed up and sat between Colm and Ford. I’d seen the little dance of the chairs she’d pulled off to maneuver that one with Grant and Colm jockeying to stay at her side. Ford and Colm seemed oblivious to how she’d ended up at Ford’s side, but I glanced at Emmett, and he gave me a knowing shake of the head. That could cause some trouble.
Heath was in the middle of a retelling of one of his stories when he froze. Standing from the table, his eyes locked on the door to the bar as someone came in. Heath stared at her and stood with his mouth hanging open. Everyone craned their neck to see who’d caught his attention. Slowly he lowered himself back down as the mystery woman settled herself at the bar. What was that about?
Mak squeezed my hand under the table, and I glanced over at her, smiling.
“You didn’t tell me it was going to be a total sausagefest,” she jokingly whispered.
“There’s another girl here.” I pointed to Olivia, who finished up her pasta and rolled her eyes when she caught mine.
“Another girl whose big brother is about to take her back to the hotel so everyone else can cut loose and get drunk off their asses.”
“They think I’ve never seen anyone get drunk before,” Olivia called across the table. “He thinks I’m still twelve.” She thumbed her finger at Colm, who watched over her like a hawk, like she’d only recently learned to eat, and he wanted to be ready to give her the Heimlich at a moment’s notice.
“I’m not going to have you here once these guys decide to break in the new bar.”
“Then why are you coming back?” she shot back at him.
“I need to make sure nothing gets too out of hand,” he said in his best stern-older-brother voice.
“I can walk her back to the hotel.” Grant offered and stood from his chair.
Colm shot him a glare. “Not happening.” His jaw ticked, and Olivia rolled her eyes. “You need to keep an eye on your brother.” He thumbed his finger in Grant’s direction.
“She can stay for a bit longer, Colm. They haven’t seen Liv in ages,” Ford piped up from beside them, and Olivia’s eyes got so big and shiny she was practically an anime character as she stared at Ford. “Plus, it’s not even nine. Not past her bedtime yet.” The anime eyes were replaced with a scowl, and she folded her arms across her chest, mumbling something about a bedtime, she’d show them, and not a child.
“Yeah, let Liv stay,” Grant piped up, and Colm shot him a glare and angled himself so Grant would have a harder time seeing Olivia. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
“Is it always like this?” Mak laughed and grabbed her beer. I was proud I’d gotten my girl to appreciate the acquired taste of beer. She didn’t have them too often, but the fact that she’d ordered it all on her own made my heart swell with pride.
Colm took Olivia back to the hotel and made sure Ford kept Grant inside until he returned a little while later. Everyone else finished up their food, and the mood in the bar shifted as the food petered out, the band took the small stage, and the drinks flowed.
Mak dragged me onto the dance floor. The one thing she had to force me to do, but with everything I’d pushed on her, it was the least I could do. It certainly didn’t feel like a chore as our hips moved together in a crowded sea of people.
“I thought you said you couldn’t dance,” Mak said into my ear with her arms wrapped around my shoulder.
“I said I didn’t like to dance, not the same thing. You’ve seen my moves, Books.”
She threw her head back, laughing, and I buried my head in her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin.
“I should never have doubted you.” Her eyes
sparkled with laughter, and she trailed her fingers along the hair on the back of my neck.
“I got everyone rooms, so no need to bang your girl on the dance floor.” Emmett butted in and held out a room key, his arms around a woman none of us had seen before.
“How generous of you.” I pocketed the key and gave Mak a look that had a slight tremble running through her body. The key in my jeans glowed with possibilities. Hotel sex was one we hadn’t tried yet, but I figured tonight we’d break that location in.
The guys were spread out all over the bar, some drinking, dancing, trying to convince the bartender to get the kitchen to pump out another round of those amazing mini tacos.
I caught sight of Heath as he darted off from the group of women who’d surrounded him and made a beeline straight for the bar. He left a wake of despair and pouty lips from the women trying to get his attention. But he wasn’t giving them the time of day. He zeroed in on the girl who he’d been checking out from the second she the door opened. He thought he was smooth, but he’d literally stood up from his seat when she opened the front door. Heath was good at a lot of things but being stealthy wasn’t one of them.
“Looks like Heath’s decided to make a move.” Mak watched along with me as Heath slid onto the stool beside her.
“Looks like he has. But I’m not worried too much about him because I think I want to make a move on someone.” I ground my hips harder into her, cupping her ass to press her in tighter.
Mak smirked and glanced around. “And who’s it going to be on? That cute brunette Heath is chatting up?” She turned her head. “Ohh or maybe the blonde over there? She’s pretty cute.”
“I’ve got my eye on a strawberry-blonde who loves to push my buttons and gets under my skin.”
“That sounds like a problem you might want to go to the doctor for.”
“I think I know someone in pre-med who might be able to give me a checkup.” I growled and captured her lips in mine.
“I think I might need a checkup too. You ready to go? I hear there’s a freshly made-up hotel room with our name on it.” She licked her lips and kept her eyes on mine.
“I thought you’d never ask.” Practically carrying her, I had her in the circle of my arms. We rushed across the street to the Rittenhouse Hotel. Racing through the lobby, we flung ourselves into the elevator, both breathing heavily in anticipation of christening the hotel room. Another couple stepped into the elevator with us, and I ran my hand down over Mak’s ass, kneading it as the numbers on the small screen in front of us climbed.
Giving as good as she got, her hand slid down the front of my jeans. My eyes bulged as I glanced at the older couple standing less than two feet from us and back at her. Her stifled smile as her hand rubbed harder against me confirmed what I already knew. I’d created a monster.
“You’re going to pay for this,” I growled, leaning in so my breath skimmed across the shell of her ear.
“That’s what I’m counting on.” She licked her lips, and I bit back a groan. She was trying to kill me or get me arrested. The other couple got out on the same floor as us, so the speed walk to the room was the last bit of torture before we found our number and burst in the door. I didn’t care about the tasteful decor, cream carpet, and bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket by the bed. All I cared about was getting the woman who’d driven me crazy one way or another since the day I met her, in bed.
Barely making it past the closing door, the two of us tore at each other’s clothes. Kicking off our shoes, we laughed as my jeans got caught on my foot. Mak laughed so hard there were tears streaming down her face. That was the only way I wanted to see my girl crying. Tears of laughter. My cock approved as it bounced and bobbed with each step, smacking against my stomach.
She walked backward, deeper into the room, with nothing on except for her bra. The small thatch of hair nestled between her supple thighs called out to me. Beckoning me, she glanced to the side and came to an abrupt stop. Her mouth hung open, and she turned back to me.
“Number twenty-one.”
My brow furrowed as I tried to think what the hell she was talking about. Following her, I stood beside her and looked at where she was staring. I couldn’t hold back a grin so big it hurt my cheeks as I saw the enormous glass shower that overlooked the bed.
“I think we might have to create a few more numbers for the list in this room.”
College apartments weren’t exactly known for their roomy showers, but this was a shower that could hold a whole marching band. I’d have to buy Emmett some cigars or a bottle of champagne or something, because this was a thing of beauty.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk by morning,” she said, her gaze riveted to our reflection in the glass.
“Not if we’re lucky. I plan on giving you a refresher course on all the numbers we’ve hit already.”
“I think we should have brought more condoms.” She peered over at me, and the pounding desire practically vibrated off her. Or maybe that was me because every second she was with me with her delicious body on full display, and I wasn’t touching her was pure torture.
Grabbing her hand, I tugged Mak across the room into the glass and slate sanctuary, soon to be sex den. Rushing into the shower, I turned it on to let it warm up. I pressed her up against the cold, hard glass and kissed her while stripping her bra off. There wasn’t going to be anything between us until they kicked us out of this room.
Our kisses were ferocious and all-encompassing as I ground myself against her. The tip of my cock nestled between her legs, her wetness coating my shaft as I slid along the seam of her pussy.
“You’re so wet already,” I growled against her neck.
“Maybe I wouldn’t be if someone hadn’t been dancing with me like he was ready to fuck me on the dance floor.” Her voice came out a shuddering, panting mess as my teeth skimmed over her neck and shoulder. The running water from the shower provided a soundtrack to our newest adventure.
“That’s because I was ready. You’re lucky we made it to the room. I was ready to knock the food off the table and do it right in the bar.”
“I think we can more than make up for the wait.” She reached out beside her and took one of the towels off the rack and dropped it onto the floor. The steam from the shower billowed out of the glass partition.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around my cock. With a smirk on her face, she stuck out her tongue and lapped at the bead of precum on my head. A shiver went down my spine, and I sank my fingers into her hair, piling it up on top of her head.
It was an embarrassingly quick blow job. I think I must have been in her mouth for less than two minutes before I pulled her off me.
“You’re getting too good at that.” My ribs hurt, my heart was racing so fast.
“I don’t think that’s a thing,” she said, chuckling as I backed her into the shower stall. The steam from the water fogged up the glass. The spray from the multiple showerheads covered us in a fine mist. Tugging Mak to my chest, I kissed her, plunging my tongue into her mouth as she ground herself against me.
“Never heard the expression, so good it hurts?”
“I don’t think so; maybe you should show me.” Her teasing smirk was firmly in place. She was always testing me, and I was never happier to teach her a long, hard, wet lesson in my life.
Flipping her around, I pressed her against the slick, wet wall right in front of one of the multidirectional showerheads. Dragging her hips against my cock, I clenched my jaw. The pleasure racing through me was riding me hard and making my head spin.
She pressed her hands onto the wall as I leaned back, lined myself up with her drenched pussy, and sank into her hot, silky-smooth tightness with one painfully slow thrust.
Her head flew back, and she moved her hips, trying to get me inside faster, but I sank my fingers into her ass, palming her supple flesh, controlling the pace and our movement. The clenching of her core nearly se
nt me over the edge, but I held back, biting my own lip so hard I tasted blood. Her moans punctuated every wet slap of our bodies together.
“More, Declan. I need more.”
“I’ll give you everything you need.” Reaching around the front of her, I rubbed her clit. Her fingers clawed at the smooth, slick slate wall, and she cried out my name. Music to my ears. She tightened around me, and I threw my head back, my shout echoing off the shower walls. Our bodies shuddered in time together, and I picked her up, sitting on the bench in the stall, our bodies still joined together.
I ran my lips along her wet shoulder as her head lolled back against me.
“I think that would definitely qualify as so good it hurt.” Her voice was a little hoarse. “If this was round one, I’m definitely going to be walking like I’m a cowboy in the morning.”
I wrapped my arm around her chest, my fingers toying with her wet, hard peaks. “Does this mean I’m your horse?” I laughed, shifting my hips, pushing my not deflated erection deeper into her. She sucked in a sharp breath.
“I guess this means I’m the cowgirl.”
I shot my hips up again and she moaned. Her fingers dug into my thighs as she swiveled her hips and I tried not to pass out.
“I’m okay with that. Are you ready?” She smirked over her shoulder.
“With you? Always.”
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