The Hat Trick Box Set

by Samantha Wayland

  Chapter Nineteen

  Garrick snapped awake at seven a.m., as was his habit, and smiled. Savannah lay curled against him, warm and naked in his bed, her head ducked beneath his chin, her breath tickling his chest. She’d slept burrowed under the covers, snuggled into him, every night for a week.

  He was quickly getting used to it. Hell, he was used to it.

  He’d be a fool to get any more attached. The thought of Savannah moving away already caused a tug of panic in his chest, and she was leaving for an interview in Boston in just a few hours. He’d have to learn how to live without her again.

  Not that she was with him now. As far as anyone else knew, she slept at her apartment and he in his house. Friends. Work colleagues. Not lovers.

  It was how it had to be but it still rankled. He wanted to take her to dinner, see a movie, hell ,even just go grocery shopping with her. He wanted to be normal.

  He huffed out a silent laugh, because that was never going to happen. Even if he did manage to yank the team from the Kramers’ clutches, there would be another owner, another manager, another team full of men who might be fooled into believing the worst of her. And then there was Boston. Perversely, he wanted her to land her dream job, even if it meant she’d be gone for good.

  Sighing, he looked down into her face, rubbing his hand along her smooth back. He wanted to haul her up against him and not let go. To demand she stay, even thought it would make him the caveman she’d accused him of being.

  Savannah murmured in her sleep and arched into his touch as his palm skimmed over her ass. He stopped to rub one cheek, her silky skin warm, the crease at the top of her thigh too great a temptation for his roaming fingers.

  She blinked up at him. “Good morning.”

  Her voice was rough, and he recalled how she’d shrieked for more as he’d fucked her on the bathroom counter last night, half tumbled into the sink, quick and hard. How they’d just taken a shower to clean up from the long, slow, shattering sex they’d had in the kitchen after their three-day road trip. He’d only meant to kiss her, but the next thing they knew she was on the table. Then they both had ended up there, enjoying a second course of dessert directly from each other’s bodies.

  The sight of whipped cream and chocolate sauce would likely give him an erection for the rest of his life. He anticipated awkward trips to Dairy Queen with glee.

  She smiled at him, and he couldn’t resist her sweet lips. Their kiss was slow, an awakening of body and mind. Arousal built, swirling around them as they lay facing one another. Her scent reached him from the warm cocoon of covers and tangled limbs. The blood surging into his cock felt thick and hot, his heartbeat ponderous in his ears.

  The perfect way to wake up.

  He urged her thigh up over his hip and she hooked it high against his ribs, opening herself to him.

  He drew a finger through her folds, gathering arousal on his finger and delicate moans from her lips. He traced her clit, once, twice. Her languid movements became jerky, and her hand fisted in his hair.

  He pulled her chest to his, enjoying the stab of her hard nipples against his flushed skin, the press of her soft breasts. Nudging his hips forward, he found her wet heat with his swollen cock.

  Shit. No condom.

  He jerked back, sympathizing with her low moan of disappointment as he groped behind him for the bedside table. Damn it, after a week he should have known to have one at hand any time they were in the house together.

  She touched his chest, bringing his attention back to her. “I’m on the pill. I haven’t had unprotected sex in years and have been checked out more than once since.”

  He stared at her, somewhere between shocked and elated.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Are you safe?” she asked with a gentle smile.

  He smiled back. “Very. I’ve never done this before.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve never had sex without a condom in my life. Ever. Not with any man or woman. And you know from my physicals that I get tested and nothing has ever come up.”

  She bit her lip. “Are you sure?”

  He’d never been more certain it was the right time, place, and person in his life. “Yes. Very.” He kissed her again.

  She moaned and pressed closer. He dragged her against him so their bodies touched from chest to belly to knee, his tongue delving into every corner of her mouth.

  His eyes rolled back in his head as the swollen head of hic cock slid over slick skin and notched against the entrance to her body. She wriggled her hips, impatient as always, and he was in no mood to tease, thrusting forward slowly, relentlessly, until he was surrounded to the hilt into her hot, tight, welcoming body.

  Their kiss ended with a gasp. Her eyes fluttered open and she pinned him with her deep green gaze.

  “How is that?” she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

  Words had abandoned him, along with the ability to reboot his stalled-out brain. She was beautiful. Hot and wet. clenching around him as she attempted to shift even closer. This gift, her trust, was more then he’d expected. He hadn’t understood. The intimacy was shattering.

  He wanted to tell her he would miss her, that he was sorry she would be gone from his bed, his life, even if just for the next three days. He had no idea how she’d react to that, though, and while his brain was scrambled, there was still enough of it functioning to keep his mouth shut.

  He showed her instead with the stroke of his hands and thrust of his hips. He rocked hard, surging into her again and again, rejoicing in the hot slide against his skin, the silky drag along her satin walls. He wanted to imprint himself on her. Make her think of him, feel him every moment she was away.

  He drove deep, holding himself there and grinding against her, his cock pressing her tight walls.

  “God, Garrick. Yes!”

  She was, as ever, Savannah. Vocal. Demanding. Perfect.

  Her hand slid over his hip to his ass, her questing finger on the hunt. He loved her generosity. Her attention. But he had other plans.

  Wriggling away, he pulled his cock from her body. He laughed at her groan of disappointment. It ended with a sharp grunt when he rolled her to her tummy.

  As soon as he knelt between her thighs, she brought her knees under her body, lifting her ass into the air. He plunged deep again.

  “Fuck!” he cried, shocked by how good it felt. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to the sensations running along his cock. She was tighter at this angle, his shaft running along the front wall of her pussy as he drove into her in long, hard thrusts.

  “Yes, Garrick. Harder.”

  He switched to short, sharp shoves that jabbed at her g-spot. The intensity of that rub on his bare skin, the head of his cock stroking her soft heat over and over, made his head spin. She threw herself back at him, begging for more, shouting out her pleasure.

  He thrust his hand under a pillow to retrieve the bottle of lube they’d left there the night before. Fingers unsteady, he popped the lid and poured some down the smooth crease of her ass. He hissed through his teeth when the cool gel slithered over his cock where their bodies were joined. He used two fingers to draw some back up and circle the tight pucker of her anus, listening to her litany of moans and shouts of praise while trying to maintain his rhythm.

  She was close. He could feel it in the clench of muscles around his cock, sense it in the jerk of her hips and the volume of her cries.

  He wrapped his hands around her ass, his fingers almost reaching her hips. He tugged her cheeks apart and pressed in with both his thumbs, tucking them close as they pried into tightly furled muscle. Her body gave, still pliant from their play over the past week. Last night. With barely more than a nudge, both thumbs slid deep into her ass.

  Savannah buried her face in the comforter and screamed, shaking with the strength of her climax.

  The clamp of her muscles on his cock was unbearable. His balls drew up close and his spine tingled with the desperat
e need to come.

  He bit his cheek, hard, wishing he had a third hand to yank his sac from his body and force his orgasm back. The ripples continued to flow down his shaft, her body milking his, begging for his release. He groaned long and low as he fought it with every ounce of control he had left to him.

  He refused to be dragged over the edge.

  Savannah flew over the edge with abandon.

  Her face buried in the bedding, she howled as her orgasm ripped through her. The feeling of Garrick stretching her ass wide while he fucked her, rubbing over that perfect spot, was intense. Her heart galloped in her chest, in her ears, almost drowning out the sound of Garrick’s muttered curses.

  He hadn’t come. Sometimes with a condom she was so overwrought during her climax that it wasn’t until the first huge waves had passed that she could tell. But with no condom, she’d been looking forward to the burn of his come filling her. She wanted that.

  Ready to make him give it to her, she leaned back into his grasp, forcing his cock deeper and grinding her hips.

  “Fuck, Savannah,” he gasped.

  That was the idea. She was about to try again when his thumbs pulled her ass open. She froze. The stretch was breathtaking, the burn too delicious, wider than she’d been the night before with his three fingers shoved deep. Christ. She smashed her face to the mattress, her hands fisted in the bedding, and rode the edge of pain and delight.

  When he slowly eased his thick shaft from her still quivering pussy, she thought she would cry with relief.

  At last.

  His hands left her body and she whimpered. Just relax. She was right where she wanted to be, her chest pressed to the bed and her ass tilted in the air, shamelessly offered up for Garrick to do with as he wished.

  And if he didn’t wish to finally put his long, hard, thick cock in her ass, she was fully prepared to beg.

  She heard the sound of the bottle cap snapping back onto the lube, and she closed her eyes, sighing. Whatever he was going to do next was going to be good. It always was.

  The silken head of his cock tickled along her ass before coming to rest against her hole. She smiled and looked up the curve of her back to Garrick’s face.

  Sweat trickled past his temples, his brow beaded with it. His expression was fierce, the aching point where their bodies met his sole focus.

  One big hand slid up her back, soothing her, and she murmured in response, arching back against him. He wrapped a hand around her waist and held her still, chest muscles twitching, hands shaking, as he slowly pushed forward.

  There was a moment, a single second of hovering pain and pressure, then the head of Garrick’s cock popped into her ass and her eyes fluttered closed.

  Yes.

  In spite of her best efforts to relax, the ring of muscles clenched around him, tearing a grunt from them both. It felt incredible, the stretch endless.

  He rocked, slowly, and her body moved with his. His hands worked in counterpoint so that each roll forward eased him a little farther into her body. The sense of being filled, of being full, washed over her. Garrick had talked about the high and now she got it. She was drunk on sensation.

  He had to be almost all the way in. The burn increased with the girth of his shaft as it neared the base. She felt every centimeter, every vein and ridge as they eased into her body.

  It was heaven. Even better than she’d guessed. Better than anything Garrick had ever described in all the times she’d made him detail his experiences with other men. The sensations were unlike any others—even the plug. Because this wasn’t some object. This was Garrick. This was trust.

  More cold lube flowed over her ass, his fingers and cock working it around and into her, his thrusts getting stronger. More of Garrick’s cock wedged into her and she wondered if he might nudge her heart, he was so deep.

  His hands locked around her waist, and with a final hard shove, he seated himself fully, his thighs pressed to the backs of hers, her rim stretched farther than ever before, holding him tight in her body.

  She came.

  Her muscles tried to clamp down on his thick shaft and she moaned, her empty pussy clenching as the waves rushed over her. She wanted to scream, to howl and cry out her pleasure, but the sheer force of her release held her unusually silent.

  “Are you okay?” Garrick asked, his voice raw.

  She nodded. He didn’t move.

  “Yes. God, yes, Garrick.”

  His hands resettled on her waist and he slowly drew his shaft from her, her body clinging to him, desperate to drag him back in, to regain that fullness.

  He didn’t disappoint.

  He fucked her with long, deep strokes, nearly pulling himself from her body with each retreat before shoving himself all the way back in.

  For once she didn’t help, content—no, ecstatic—to simply lie there and take him, her mind thrilling to the rush. She’d thought he’d introduced her to new sensations before, with his fingers, his toys. His tongue. But there was more she had to learn. She lay with her cheek to the bed, her eyes half closed, and wondered how many more things he might be able to teach her.

  His rhythm faltered and she waited for his climax, but he held it off. Buried in her to the hilt, he curled himself down over her back.

  Soft lips cruised down her neck, panting breaths hot on her skin, his teeth sharp when they sank into her shoulder blade. Rather than bring her back from the edge, it sent her closer to toppling over it again.

  “Are you okay?” he asked. His hips rocked against her ass, evoking yet more bliss.

  “God, yes. This is…it’s so much more…I can’t…”

  He laughed against her neck. “Yeah, that’s how I remember it, too.”

  The image of Garrick’s face smashed to the bed, a huge cock jammed in his ass, feeling what she was feeling, made her shudder. Her rim clamped down on his shaft and held him deep within her.

  He whispered a heartfelt expletive. “You ready to go on?”

  Holy shit, was she ever. She nodded. “Please.”

  She expected him to lift his big body up off hers again, but she wasn’t prepared for him to wrap his arms around her ribs and lift her with him.

  He brought them both up onto their knees, his sliding between hers as she came down on his lap. Her weight drove his cock deeper, higher than it had been before.

  “Garrick!”

  His answer was to punch his hips upwards, shoving into her and bouncing her on his lap. His arms around her waist and across her chest held her upright and she clung to them, barely able to do more than moan and gasp as he took her to pieces.

  How did he do it? How did he know all the ways to drive her wild?

  She shouted her joy. Cried out his name. Words of praise spilled from her with every thrust, her body singing with zings of electricity with every retreat.

  She was so enthralled, she didn’t feel his hand move until he thrust two thick fingers deep into her pussy.

  “Oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

  Garrick thrust mercilessly and she clenched around his cock, his fingers, and rode him hard. Fast. Running headlong into the ecstasy she knew waited. So close. So, so close.

  Garrick’s arms tightened, a low growl vibrating in his chest as he shoved her down onto his cock and ground himself up into her. His shaft swelled, her entrance stretching further as he gasped for breath and she lost the ability to breathe altogether.

  She actually felt the first pulse of his come, her rim so sensitive she could feel his cock swelling with it. His shout of pleasure rang in her ears. Her body convulsed as her orgasm welled up and out of her, thrumming across her nerves, rippling over his fingers, and clenching his shaft.

  The pulses in her backside went on forever, his groan sounding almost painful, until it choked off altogether.

  They fell to the bed, his arms around her, his cock still lodged in her ass as they collapsed, euphoric and spent.

  It was a long time before coherent thought returned, and with it the immedi
ately and fervent wish she didn’t have to get on that plane to Boston. She would rather spend the day right here, slowly floating back to earth just so they could take the trip back into the stratosphere once more.

  That thought alone prodded her out of bed and into the shower. On to the airport.

  She stood, waiting for her flight, and with a sinking heart, accepted that she missed him already.

  Chapter Twenty

  Garrick sprawled face down across the sheets, the comforter tangled around his waist, the sun streaming in through the open curtains warming his bare back. Savannah had crawled out of bed after their lovemaking and accused him of trying to make her late for her flight. Her smile had said she didn’t mind in the slightest.

  He’d briefly considered following her into the shower, but had known where it would lead. As much as he hated that he would sleep alone in this bed for the next three nights, he was glad she’d made her flight and would have an opportunity to show the Bruins what she could do.

  He had a good feeling about this interview, even if it made him nauseous to contemplate what it would mean when she got the job.

  He rolled onto his back and stretched, his back cracking, his hip twinging as he arched his body up off the bed. No way in hell he was going to tell Savannah their lovemaking was exacerbating his hip pain.

  He didn’t see the note on his bedside table until he stood to go into the bathroom. His name was written in Savannah’s tidy penmanship across the front, the folded paper propped against the vibrator he’d left out to dry after cleaning it the night before. He smirked, tickled by her shameless humor. She’d come a long way from the woman who’d been afraid to make noise when she was aroused, ashamed of her own enthusiasm.

  He plucked up the note and opened it on the way across the cold floor, stopping in the middle of the room as he read.

  Duncan Morrison 202.266.2360

  Callum Morrison 303.405.1105

  You asked if I knew anyone who wanted to buy a hockey team. They’re expecting your call. Good luck. ~ S.

  Garrick blinked, hardly believing his eyes.

  The Morrison brothers were two of the hottest properties in the NHL and it wasn’t until he saw their names in Savannah’s own hand that he connected the dots. He barely resisted the urge to smack his own forehead. She’d told him all her brothers played hockey. He just hadn’t realized she meant some of them played hockey professionally.