Hockey With Benefits(25)

“See. Love the shit you say to me.”

He laughed but lifted himself up more so he could see me touching him, sliding up and down over him. “Goddamn,” he whispered before his whole body shuddered and he reared up. The blanket was thrown off. His hands caught my hips, jerking me down, and took hold of my leggings, whipping them off me. Leggings normally didn’t work that way. They stuck like a second skin. They were pushed down, not whipped off. Not with Cruz. At the sight of my bare legs, he paused, eyeing me, and his tongue touched his lip.

I knew what he had in mind, and I was torn.

I wanted his dick in me, but he bent, peeling my underwear down, this time going slow. He laid me more fully down on the bed, getting comfortable. I closed my eyes, knowing he was going to torture me all over again.

His mouth settled over me, and I almost came right then and there.

He began, and he moaned a second later. “Fuck! I love eating you.”

I twisted, knowing I was the one with the lidded and glazed look now, but I loved watching him as much as he loved eating me. Sunday breakfast.

I had the thought, before the edges of my vision blurred and I could still think. “Twist up. 69.”

He moved around, and my mouth closed over his dick as his returned to my clit.

I was really happy that I came this morning.





“What are your plans today?” Cruz asked as he came from the shower, heading to his closet.

I flipped over in bed. Unlike him, who was getting up to head to the ice rink, I was being lazy. I’d not dressed, and I pulled his blanket more firmly over me.

“Uh. Studying? Probably.”

He dropped the towel, and my mouth watered.

It was a crime against hockey players to cover up their hotness with those pads and jerseys. For real. These guys were insane with how many times they went to the rink to practice. There were skill sessions through the day. Weight sessions. Actual cardio sessions and then there was the real practice. Mix in studying, getting all the sleep they needed, and all the fuel, these guys were some of the busiest athletes I knew. But all that work equaled mouthwatering salivating bodies. I was drooling, looking over Cruz’s body, his back, as he was reaching for his shirt and all the muscles were shifting together.

Then how the shirt came down over him, hugging and falling over his back perfectly.

Then, God, the sweatshirt. The hoodie. The hockey hoodie. His last name on the back. His number, 71. The two crossing hockey sticks on the side, and it was a vintage-looking sweatshirt too. The best kind. And I was having a hot flash as he was now pulling on his boxer briefs. He bent down, bringing them up, and his leg muscles. The sweats. How they draped over his lean hips.

Um. Totally thinking I needed to buy Cruz a vibrator, so he had one here for me. Damn sure I was going to replay this later.

It took me a second to realize he was looking at me, looking at him and judging by the smirk, he knew where my thoughts had gone.

I grinned. “No shame here. You’re a hot individual.”

He laughed, raking a hand through his hair before he went to grab the rest of his stuff. Wallet. Keys. His phone was by me on the nightstand. He came over, grabbed it, but stayed, looking at me.

“Hi.”

He moved in closer. “Wanna stay? Or come back? We can do a day of studying and you know. Now that we can text, I think studying is okay. We’re in the same class.” His knee bumped against the bed suggestively. “Whaddaya say? I’m remembering how we first hooked up. Sex apart, the studying was great.”

“You serious?” I sat up, the blanket tucked over my chest.

He nodded, his gaze going to exactly where the blanket was covering. “I can pick up food on the way back.”

I was considering it, but that was a whole day in the hockey house. “What about, I go to my place. You come with food. We study there?”

His eyes lit up. “Even better. More privacy.”

I nodded. He was picking up what I was putting down.

“Sounds like a plan. I’m down. Anything in particular you want me to pick up?”

I shrugged. “It’s up to you.”

A door closed down the hallway, and a moment later, there was a thump on his door. “Head out! I’ll be in the truck.”

That was Barclay.

Cruz headed for the door but looked back. “You good to leave on your own?”

I nodded, laying back down and stretching. I was familiar with how long the Sunday skate usually went. “Might take my time before leaving.”

“Alright. See you later.”

He left but locked his own door before he did.

Because of that, I closed my eyes…

…his bed was so comfortable.





14





MARA





Male voices. A lock was turning. Then, “Dude, you have a chick in your bed.”

I woke up to that.

And, crap.

Cruz came in, dropping his bag and stripping off his hoodie like nothing was happening while Barclay was grinning from the doorway.

He lifted his chin. “’Sup, Daniels?”

I pulled the blanket back over my head and scooted down in the bed, curling into a ball.

“What’s going on?” Atwater was joining the conversation. “Did I hear you say Daniels? She in here?”