All the Way (Hot Jocks #2)(54)

Clenching my jaw, I fight for control, but I can’t look away, can’t stop myself from watching her put on the most erotic show. Licking my straining shaft like it’s an ice cream cone, flicking her tongue along the swollen tip, all while making the most unbelievable noises.

Gripping me in her hand, she strokes slowly up and down, base to tip while her mouth continues doing dirty, wet things.

Without my permission, my hips move forward, fucking her mouth in heavy, uncoordinated thrusts like I’d fantasized about in the shower yesterday with my fist around my cock. But the reality is so much better. She’s hot and wet, and oh God ... moaning—the breathy murmured sounds of pleasure make my balls tingle with my impending release.

My heart is racing, and if I was gone for this girl before, now I’m lost.

The unwelcome, foreign thought that I could have gone my entire life without someone who made me feel all the things that Becca does passes through my brain. She brings out a side to me I never knew existed.

Protective.

Possessive.

Territorial.

Loving.

That’s the last conscious thought I have before I begin to lose it.

“Baby... I’m gonna come...” I groan, pulse pounding through my veins.

Becca responds with her own low moan, devouring me all through my throbbing release.

Then she smiles, bringing one hand to her lips. “Holy hell, that was…”

“My turn,” I growl, tossing her onto the bed beside me where she lands with a soft giggle.





20




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Seeing It Through





Becca



There’s no better view to wake up to than Owen Parrish tangled up in my sheets. Especially because now he’s not just my friend with benefits. He’s mine. My boyfriend.

Is this real life?

If I heard Owen correctly last night during our little heart-to-heart in his car, we are officially a couple. No more deals between friends to help me gain confidence in the bedroom. No more wondering if Owen is off seeing other people when he’s not picking up his phone.

Owen Parrish is my boyfriend. And as long as it doesn’t turn out to be some tequila-fueled dream, consider me over the freaking moon.

After two rounds of make-up sex kept us up until early this morning, I crashed in Owen’s arms before I even had a chance to take all my makeup off, as evidenced by the dark mascara blotch on my pillow. But Owen doesn’t seem to mind the smeared mascara under my eyes. As he stretches his muscles, his tired eyes come to life when his gaze meets mine.

With a sleepy hum, he pulls me into his arms and presses a gentle kiss against the nape of my neck. “Good morning, sunshine. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby. You wore me out, Parrish.”

He squeezes me a little tighter. “That’s what I like to hear.”

We lie like this for a moment longer before the grumble of Owen’s stomach against my back insists that it’s time to get up and feed the beast.

“Do you have time to stay for breakfast?” I ask, already knowing the answer is no. The alarm clock on my bedside table says eight thirty, meaning he’s got to be on the ice and ready to run drills in less than an hour.

“I wish, gorgeous. I’ll have to grab something quick or I’ll be late.” He must feel me tense in his arms, because his voice suddenly turns serious as he turns me over, capturing my gaze in his. “I’m sorry, Becs. You know I wish I could stay.”

I nod, blinking. “I know. I’m just no good at good-byes.”

A smile tugs at his lips as he cups my cheek in his hand. “This hardly counts as a good-bye. Besides, you’ve got somewhere to be too, remember? Aren’t you grabbing coffee with Elise?”

Oh, right. I almost forgot that Elise texted me on our way back last night, asking if she and I could meet up for coffee today.

It doesn’t take a detective to figure out what that means. We’re finally going to have the conversation I’ve been avoiding for weeks. I’m going to have to admit to my best friend what’s been going on with me and her brother.

I hold my breath, waiting for the nervous knot to form in my stomach, but surprisingly, it doesn’t happen.

Huh. I’ve been worrying about telling Elise the truth for so long, but now that she knows, it’s not so nerve-racking after all. Maybe it’s the relief of not having to keep a secret anymore. Or maybe it’s the fact that Owen and I are official, instead of trying to fool anyone into thinking we’re just friends. Including ourselves.

Lifting my chin with the tips of his fingers, Owen presses a quick kiss against my lips, leaving me with one last set of goose bumps before he climbs out of my bed.

While he grabs his jeans off the floor and begins tugging them on, my heart is heavy already, missing him before he’s even left. In the kitchen, I toast him a bagel, and he takes a giant bite while putting on his shoes.

After about a dozen good-bye kisses, Owen is out the door, and I lace up my gym shoes for a quick morning run. Running always helps clear my head, and I need to give some serious thought as to what I’m going to say to Elise.

Somewhere around mile two, it clicks. This conversation should be about Elise’s feelings and our friendship. Because no matter what happens, that’s something I don’t want to lose.