All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(46)

“Haven’t you seen the news?” I hiss. “Teachers are arrested all the time for messing around with students. If she was twenty-one and you were under the age of consent . . .” I swallow the nervous lump that has built up in my throat and try to speak as calmly as I can. “You were a child. That wasn’t okay.”

Owen sighs, worrying a hand through his hair. “I never thought of it like that. And, honestly, I wanted everything she was offering. She helped me work through my frustration, let’s just say.”

My eyes widen. This is so not the story I was expecting. But how can I be surprised? Owen’s handsome, and I’m sure even at seventeen, he was probably over six feet tall.

“Owen…” I feel almost breathless. Dizzy.

He shakes his head. “I was almost eighteen, Becs. I promise you I had no issue with our age difference.”

I lick my lips, and nod for him to continue.

“Whatever it was,” he says, “it flipped a switch in my head. And from then on, it was like I associated that stuff with improved performance on the ice. I don’t know. All the stress from the game, I just worked it out in the bedroom.” He looks up at me with stormy gray eyes, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I know. I’m weird, right?”

“No.” I shake my head, wrapping my fingers around his and giving them a gentle squeeze. “Not weird.”

I think of all the pressure he faces every week at his job, and it’s a lot more than the stress of a slow computer. I never once considered that the sport he plays might in part be responsible for his interests being a little dominating in the bedroom. He wants to be in control—in ways he’s not on the ice. I guess it makes sense.

“You’re just human,” I say, echoing his sentiment from the last time we talked about our pasts.

He meets my eyes and gives me a small, reassuring smile. I secretly love that he opened up to me like that, even if I’m not quite sure what to think of his story.

After dinner, Owen lets me take all the boxed-up leftovers, like a true gentleman, and walks me out to my car. “Any plans for the rest of the night?”

I tap my chin with one finger, doing my best deep in thought pose. “Oh, I don’t know. I was sort of hoping to bring a cute guy home. Maybe try out some things we haven’t tried in the bedroom. Any interest?”

Pulling me into him, Owen captures my mouth in a deep, longing kiss.

I’ll take that as a yes.





17




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Fighting Our Demons





Owen



As we kiss by her front door, Becca’s fingers are twisted into the front of my shirt, holding me close.

I’m not going anywhere, angel.

I’ve found that over the past two weeks, I could have filled an entire novel with brand-new spank-bank material featuring Becca. It’s not that I never noticed how pretty she is with her casual nice-girl vibes, her shiny ponytail, and bright eyes. Of course I did. I just locked that shit down faster than a parole officer does with an inmate. I wouldn’t let myself go there. Couldn’t risk it.

Now, though? There’s no holding me back. Imagining her flirting back, biting that full lower lip, pressing her tits together with her arms as she tries to tease me. And the most dangerous fantasy yet? Picturing her in my bed wearing nothing but the hazy smile I’ve just put on her face.

I never bring hookups to my bed. But then again, Becca’s not a hookup, so I don’t mind breaking a few rules. But tonight we’re at her place, and I have zero problems with that scenario either.

“Bedroom,” I pant.

Becca obeys, scrambling toward her room with me hot on her trail.

“Strip,” I tell her.

Becca swallows but does exactly as I’ve instructed, pulling her shirt off over her head and unbuttoning her pants.

Unceremoniously, I quickly tug them down her legs until she’s wearing nothing but a cotton bra and panties. She looks up at me as I’m still standing beside the bed, and her gaze is filled with such adoration that it’s almost hard to breathe.

God. This girl…

I’ve opened up to her in ways that I’ve never done with anyone before, and while I don’t exactly regret it, something has shifted between us. And I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I unbutton the top few buttons on my shirt and tug the thing off, unbuttoning my jeans next before I join her on the bed.

As soon as I’m settled in next to her, we’re kissing, and her hand dips into the front of my pants, stroking and teasing until my breath grows shaky.

I tug down her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts, and then my fingers are in her panties, coaxing, teasing, just like she’s doing to me. Becca squirms and lets out a shaky exhale.

Our foreplay tonight isn’t long and drawn out like it usually is. It’s an appetizer to our main course, because I’m starving for her.

Rising from the bed, I grab a condom and shove off my jeans. Then I help myself to the drawer by her bed where she keeps her pink sparkly friend, and grab that too.

Becca’s eyes widen as she watches me move closer. Positioning myself between her legs, I slowly remove her panties, and then sheath myself in latex.

Pressing forward, I tease her first with soft touches and gentle strokes. But then I can’t hold back anymore, because she’s the tightest, hottest thing I’ve ever felt. I turn on the toy and hold it directly over her while I pump into her in long, lazy strokes.