Rush: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 1)(97)

Not tonight, I repeat in my head.

I’m not letting this one go. No f*cking way.

They face off again and I’m poised and ready.

Just as I suspect, they’re not willing to give up yet. Even if it means they lose the game, they’re still going all out. The puck gets passed back and forth, back and forth until their center gets a clear shot. I peek around a body, not even noticing which jersey they’re wearing. It doesn’t matter to me. I’ve simply got to stop that puck.

Shift.

Shift.

Crouch.

I drop to my knees as the puck flies toward me. It catches my right pad, bounces off. I lean over, then I’m back on my feet. I drop again, getting ready to grab the puck…

Buzzzzzzz!

The game’s over. We won!

And it’s only then that I take a deep breath.

And wish like hell this was a home game because the only thing better than ending this night with a shutout is the idea of spending it with Ellie.

Tomorrow night … that’s right where I’ll be, and now it’s the only thing I can think about.



Ellie: You looked amazing out there! Congrats on the shutout.

Kingston: I wish like hell you were here so we could celebrate appropriately.

Ellie: And what way would that be?

Kingston: Naked, of course.

Ellie: I like you naked.

Kingston: Do you?

Ellie: Definitely.

Kingston: What do you like to do to me when I’m naked?

Ellie: Well, one of these days…

Kingston: Ellie. Don’t leave me hanging.

Ellie: …I’m going to use my mouth and not stop until…

Kingston: Fuck. Until what?

Ellie: …Until you come down my throat.

Kingston: Holy. Fuck.

Ellie: You like that idea?

Kingston: More than you know.

Ellie: Well, I like imagining it.

Kingston: Tomorrow night, it’s going to go from fantasy to reality. Be ready.





39

Ellie

Saturday, December 3rd I’m losing my mind.

That’s all there is to it.

Kingston has turned me from a relatively good girl to a hormonal hussy. After our text conversation last night, I have thought about only one thing. Only one.

So, when I see his truck pull into the lot, I decide to put my plan in motion.

“Hey, Julie. When Kingston gets here, send him to my office, please.”

“Sure thing,” Julie replies in her chipper voice.

Without wasting another second, I slip down the hall and into my office. Five minutes later, there’s a knock on my door.

“Come in.” I put my pen down, acting as though I were really doing something.

“Hey.” His eyes light up when he steps into the room.

“Lock the door,” I instruct, fighting my nerves. I told myself I would take control.

His dark brows lift and a sexy smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth. He does lock the door, though, so clearly he’s down for my plan.

I get to my feet, then motion to my chair. “Have a seat.”

Kingston’s forehead creases. I can tell he’s trying to figure out what I’m doing.

“Well, hello to you, too,” he says, grinning. As he passes by, he leans down and brushes his lips to mine. He smells so freaking good. I mean so good. I want to eat him alive.

“Hi.” Perhaps I didn’t think this all the way through. I skipped right over the pleasantries in my mental version of this seduction. Hopefully Kingston will forgive me.

He lowers himself into the chair, hands on the arms as he stares up at me. “Now what?”

I perch on the side of my desk. “Take your shirt off.”

If the man is surprised by my insistence, he doesn’t show it. The T-shirt quickly comes off, landing on the papers overflowing my desk. Mesmerized by the phenomenal sight, I drink in the planes and valleys of his chest and abs. I follow the corded muscles up to his neck, down his arms, back up again. The tattoos add to his bad-boy image and I feel my body heating.

“So, I take it we’re not going to talk about the weather,” he muses.

“Not unless you want to.”

Kingston’s eyes drop to my mouth and I know he’s thinking about that text message. “No, I’m good.”

“I thought so. You said we could turn fantasy into reality, and I figured there was no better time than now.”

“Is that what we’re doing?” His eyebrows lift, and his eyes darken with what is clearly anticipation.

“That’s what we’re doin’,” I confirm. “Now unbutton your pants.” My voice is scratchy and rough, my arousal making me weak.

Kingston smirks but unbuttons his pants.

“Unzip.”

He does.

“Now push them down to your knees. Underwear, too.”

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. It feels like someone else is speaking through my mouth while I get the pleasure of seeing it all with my eyes. I have never seen so much masculine beauty in my life, much less had any power over it. This is surreal.

Kingston’s jeans go to his knees and my gaze travels between his legs. His cock is rock hard, standing up straight, resting against his stomach.

“Now what, Ellie?”