The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(65)

I worked to bring myself under control. I tilted my head back so my eyes could look up the length of her. Her eyes were scrunched tight, and she breathed hard. I pushed two fingers deep into her and watched as her stomach tightened, her head went back and a long moan ripped out of her.

“Want me to suck on your clit?” I spoke against her folds while my fingers slowly thrust into her.

“God, yes!” she gasped.

I latched my mouth on her tight bud and slowly, delicately sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue dance circles around it.

Her legs were trembling so hard. I worked her over until she got as close to the edge as I could get her, and then I lifted my mouth off her.

She made a strong noise of protest.

I flicked my tongue on her clit and said, “You’re such a horny little wife, aren’t you? Has your husband been depriving you? Do you need some hot cock in that sweet pussy of yours?”

“Yes.” She was begging now. “Yes, I do.”

I obliged by slowly pushing three of my big fingers into her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she begged me hard. “God, yes.”

She was so close. I latched onto her clit and swirled my tongue on her pink bud, faster and faster, to match how my fingers were now roughly thrusting into her. Her hips wildly pumped my fingers, her legs were trembling and her fingers were doing their best to pull out my hair. I loved it. I loved the uninhibited sounds that were coming out of her, I loved how she was moving her body to find her release. I loved knowing I did this to her.

As she began to come, her hips jerked against my face, so I had to work hard to keep her clit in my mouth as her sweet wet pussy spasmed over my fingers. Unexpectedly, she threw back her head and screamed her pleasure in a guttural, gasping, high-pitched cry that went straight to my cock. As I sucked on her clit and my fingers thrust into her through her orgasm, she did her best to let everyone in the house know that she was coming long and hard.

When she was done, I kept my fingers inside of her as long as she would let me. I stared up at her.

“Never took you for a screamer.”

She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God.”

“Pretty sure everyone heard that one,” I teased as I pushed my face back between her legs. I needed one more taste.

She shuddered, and her hands pushed on my face as my tongue laved her sensitive pussy. “No more. I can’t.”

Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers slowly out of her.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” I instructed her, as I helped her step back into her leggings. Her legs were trembling so hard, I wasn’t sure how she was still standing.

I stood up and wrapped her in my big arms, crushing her to me. “Fuck, you are so fucking hot.”

She buried her face into my neck. “I think your mom knows what we were doing.”

I laughed out loud. “Sweetheart, I think Andrew knows what we were doing.”

She moaned and buried her head further into my shoulder. “This is so embarrassing.”

I put her face in my hands. “Really? ’Cause I kind of feel like a stud.”

Her face was pink, but she held my eyes. “Now what?”

Now I want to fuck you. Hard.

I kissed her hard on the lips. “Now we go back out there and pretend nothing is out of the ordinary.”

When we came around the corner, my mom, Jasper, and Mark stood at the island with shots of vodka lined up in front of them.

Jasper slow-clapped, and Charlie buried her face into my arm.

And then my mom said, in the driest of voices, “I’m not sure about you guys, but I definitely need a cigarette after that.” She winked at Charlie and jokingly wagged her finger at me, before she turned and disappeared outside.





*



Mark and Jasper seemed to have sorted themselves out, and the five of us sat down to our Russian meal that tasted like home. We ate and laughed and drank until we were all buzzed out of our minds. When Charlie stood up to clear the table, I pushed her back into her seat and kissed her long and hard, not caring that anyone was watching.

“Men clean up tonight.”

Jasper and I spent most of our time goofing off with each other while his studious boyfriend worked circles around us. Then I started a fire in the fireplace and pulled Charlie onto my lap while Jasper and my mom took the dogs for a walk.

When they got home, we drank in front of the fireplace, staying mostly quiet while Charlie lay with her sweet head on my shoulder.

Mark stood up, offered Jasper his hand, and the two of them disappeared into their room. Charlie was falling asleep.

“Why don’t you go to bed,” I murmured against her neck.

She smiled sleepily. “Are you coming?”

“I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

And then it was just my mom and I. She reached forward to fill my glass with more vodka.

She finally broke the silence. “It’s nice to see you married, Mica,” she said in Russian. “Even if your marriage is only temporary.”

I looked sharply at her. “How did you know?”

“Jasper can’t hold his tongue when he’s drunk.” She pursed her lips. “I may have prodded him.”

I nodded, not sure why I was surprised. My mom had that way about her. She found out everyone’s secrets while holding her own so close to her chest.