Right Man, Right Time (The Vancouver Agitators, #3)(101)

“I sure as fuck hope so,” I answer.

“Good, because I can manage this.”





Bag at my side, I roll it off the elevator and toward my apartment. We had a two-game stint out on the road, which is nice, starting off easy. We remain undefeated, which is an even better start to the season than prior seasons. It seems as though we’re all clicking on the ice, and Coach is very happy about it.

On the flight home, I saw Posey sitting in anguish, and I tried to ask him what was going on, but he wouldn’t say anything. I wonder if that’s why he got in a fight during our game. Something must be bothering him, but none of us can tell what it is.

I’m sure he’ll speak soon. He always does.

When I reach my apartment door, I unlock it and then swing it open, only to find Ollie sitting on the couch, watching TV. When her head whips around to look at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen greets me.

This.

This is what I’ve missed.

Coming home to someone. Someone eager to see me.

I set my bag to the side and shut the door just as she comes running up to me. She leaps into my arms, wraps her legs around my waist, and plasters her lips to mine.

Probably the best welcome home I’ve ever received. “Oh my God, you smell good,” she says as her lips move across mine. “I missed you.”

I spin us around and pin her against the door. “I missed you too,” I say, running my hand through her hair as my lips move over hers. “Fuck, I missed you.”

She releases me and pulls my shirt that she’s wearing over her head, leaving her completely bare up top.

“Hell,” I mutter as I grip her breast tightly in my palm. “I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

“I need you, too.”

So with my girl in my arms, I walk us back to my bedroom, and I lay her on top of my bed, then reach for her sweats and pull them down, revealing a tiny black thong. I tear it right off her and then strip out of my hoodie and shirt and let them fall to the floor. Her eyes fall over my chest as her hand goes between her legs, where she starts massaging herself.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask her.

“Yes,” she answers.

“Can I fuck you bare?”

Her voice catches in her throat, and she nods. “Y-Yes.”

My spine tingles with anticipation, and I shed my jeans and socks, only to sit on the edge of the bed and lie all the way back, my cock stretching up my stomach.

“Ride me,” I say. “But don’t let me penetrate you. I want to see just how slick that pussy is.” I scoot back toward the headboard as she straddles my legs. I take her tits in my hands as she lowers her pussy over my cock. “Ride those piercings, baby.”

Her eyes turn hungry. She connects her body to mine, and her head falls back in ecstasy as she slowly moves her slick center over my cock.

“Oh my God, Silas, this feels . . . this feels incredible.”

“You feel incredible,” I say as she falls forward. Bringing her breast into my mouth, I focus on her areola and nipple, swirling around them with my tongue, flicking and then nibbling just enough that she sucks in a sharp breath of air. With my hand, I do the same thing to her other breast as she continues to rock on me.

“I can come just like this,” she says, her hands falling to my chest, her pelvis lifting just slightly to get a better angle. “Fuck, I’m already close.”

“Then come. Use me, fuck me like this. Make your voice hoarse.”

Her lips roll together, her eyes squeeze shut, and her pace picks up, her thrusts becoming harder, deeper. So aroused, so wet, she doesn’t stop. Her body flushes, her stomach hollows out, and I watch as she tightens only to let loose.

“Fuck!” she yells as her body undulates over mine, over and over again, riding her orgasm out until there is nothing left to take, and then she collapses on top of me. I roll her over to her back and lower my head between her legs where I press my tongue to her nub, causing her to jerk in response. I press again, seeing how sensitive she is, and when she widens her legs, I flick my tongue against her clit. She moans, her back arching, her arm falling over her eyes as her body twists and writhes. “I can’t, I can’t come again.”

“Relax, baby,” I say, and she loosens up. I take that moment to drag my tongue slowly over her slit. Once, twice, three times.

Her breath catches.

Her mouth falls open.

And in seconds, she’s falling apart against my tongue as well, her moans creating such need that when she’s fully sated, I flip her over to her stomach, take a pillow, and shove it under her pelvis to keep her propped up.

I smooth my hand over her tight ass and give it a hard slap, loving the way she moans and the echo of her skin filling the air.

“Your ass is perfect,” I say, sliding my fingers down her crack. “Have you ever been fucked here?”

She shakes her head. “N-No.”

“You will be,” I say, slapping her ass again. “Now that you’re mine . . . your entire body is mine to fuck with. Got it?”

“Yes,” she says as her hands curl into the comforter.

“But I need this pussy.”

I move my thumb over her arousal, swirling it around her entrance, and position my cock where I want it. I’m so goddamn ready for this that I can’t take a breath before I start sliding inside.