The Penalty Box (Vancouver Wolves Hockey #3)(70)

My voice sounded strained. “You’re mine.”

I wiggled the tip of my finger in her other hole and she went off like fireworks. Her entire body stiffened as she spasmed over my cock. She clenched her jaw, making the most amazing suppressed whimper as she orgasmed.

I wrapped my hands around her waist and bucked up into her, jerking hard to drive myself higher into her. With little warning, my balls felt like they exploded.

“I’m coming,” I ground out as I felt my cum spurt out of me in hot waves inside of her. I didn’t want kids. I didn’t want to get her knocked up, so why was it such a fucking turn on to be shooting my load inside of her? Why did I drive myself higher into her, as if I needed to coat every inch of her walls with my cum? Why did it feel so hot to know my seed was inside her bare pussy?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

It made no sense, but it made this the hottest sex I’d had in my entire life. I was drunk, but I knew I never wanted to put a condom on with her again.

She collapsed forward, her head buried in my shoulder. We remained like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.

“You came inside of me,” she gasped.

And I’d fucking do it again. A hundred times over.

“Yeah, I did.” No fucking apology. No admitting I made a mistake. Just a plain acknowledgment of my bad behavior. Maybe because I wasn’t sorry. Maybe because in that moment, I felt like she truly belonged to me.

I rolled her over onto her back, my cock still inside of her. Being as drunk as I was, I didn’t know how I was still rock hard, but I was, and I wanted her again.

This time it was slow and soft between us. Kissing, soft sighs. I pushed her hair off her face and stared into her eyes. She put her hands on my shoulders and let me do the work. I moved slowly, deliberately, and when she reached that point of the edge, I pinned her arms above her head, slowly thrusting into her, driving her towards her release.

I watched her face when she came, and it was more beautiful than priceless art. I did that to her. I made her feel so good that her body shook and tiny whimpering cries escaped out of her.

“I want to come inside of you.” This time I at least had the decency to ask.

“Why?” she asked, breathless and wide-eyed.

“Because you’re mine.” It was dangerous to be this honest with her, but there were no walls now between us. She lifted her head to give me a wild kiss.

We were playing with fire, but I didn’t care. I picked up my pace and thrust deeper and higher into her. I buried my face into her neck, groaning loud when I felt myself again spurt deep inside of her. I lifted my head to study her face. Her eyes opened, and something passed between us. An understanding and an acceptance that tonight we had moved closer to something. Something neither of us dared to talk about.





*



I stripped naked, and we lay in bed, her head on my chest, my hands tickling her back. We talked about the day, laughed over different things and then we fell asleep.

I woke up to a dark quiet house, a dry mouth and a hard dick. Charlie was curled up against me, her back against my chest, her butt cheeks snuggling my dick. I wanted her. I wanted this, all of this, to survive past our deadline. Would she be okay with that? Did I have enough to offer her that she would want to give this marriage an honest shot? If she said no, I decided I would spend the rest of this year trying to convince her otherwise.

I didn’t even wake her. I just entered her from behind and slowly started to fuck her awake. She lay curled on her side, her head buried in her pillow. I pinned her one arm behind her back and, breathing hard, worked to thrust steady and deep inside of her. She moaned into her pillow. I reached around her, found her clit and played with it while I rhythmically penetrated her tight depths. When she started to come, I fucked her harder, driving her to pitifully cry out into her pillow while her jerking body arched against my hold. I didn’t pull out of her that time either, even though I was mostly sober. I figured the damage was done and one more time wasn’t going to change anything.





*



The next morning, I felt like hell. My head pounded from too much booze and lack of sleep. I found Charlie in the bathroom, getting out of the shower. In the light of day, I couldn’t believe how fucking reckless we had been.

“I came inside of you last night.” I was blunt. We needed to talk about this.

She flushed as she tightened the towel around her chest. “I think it’s the wrong time of the month. I think we’re okay.”

I felt like a complete shit for asking her this, considering it had been my decision to come inside of her, but I didn’t want to take any chances. “What about that morning-after pill?”

Her expression was one of distaste. “The side effects of that pill sucks.”

I debated our options. “How sure are you that it’s the wrong time of the month?”

She thought about it. “I’m confident we’re okay.”

“Because I don’t want kids.”

She nodded, acceptance in her gaze. “I know.”

“But I want you.” I cleared my throat but couldn’t seem to make myself say the rest of the words.

Her gaze clung to my face. “What do you mean?”

I felt like my heart was hanging by a thread over a molten lava pit of fire. I cleared my throat again. “If things are this fucking hot between us in a year, I’d be open to seeing where this went.”