One Baby Daddy (Dating by Numbers #3)(53)

“Oh God, Hayden.” Her hips slam into mine, seeking relief.

I move to the other breast, nibbling harder and sucking her nipple into my mouth, yanking on it, which only seems to spur her on more. Gripping both of her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reach between her legs and easily slide in as she spreads for me, giving me more access.

Pressing my fingers inside her, I let her rock on my hand for a few strokes before I can’t take her soft moans anymore. I need to be inside her now.

Releasing her wrists, I grip her waist and lift her up. Getting the idea, she wraps her legs around my waist and links her ankles, locking herself in. My cock slides up and down her wet center, gliding along her clit.

“Get inside of me, now,” she moans into my ear.

“Hold on to my shoulders.” Reaching between us, I guide my length along her slit until the head of my cock is at her entrance.

Squeezing my eyes shut, so painfully hard, I slide myself in, inch by slow inch.

So wet.

So warm.

So goddamn tight.

“Yes,” she hisses into my ear before her mouth lands on my shoulder.

With each inch she slides down on me, her teeth bite down on my shoulder. Feels so good. So right.

After a few seconds, I bottom out. We both let out a feral groan when I hit that special spot of hers, her teeth sinking deeper.

I welcome the pain.

I’m turned on by the pain.

I want so much more. I want her to bite down on more than my shoulder. Fuck, I want her to play with my nipples again, to grip my balls and roll them between her fingers.

Right now, I need to fuck her against this wall.

Pulsing my hips, I slam into her, thrust after thrust, never letting up. I keep a constant pace, a pace that throws Adalyn into a spiral of passionate ecstasy. Hands on my shoulders, she moves up and down on my length as well, pushing down when I’m rising up, meeting in the middle for an explosive feeling, so rich, so overwhelming that the sounds coming out of her mouth are inaudible. I can hear my name, I can detect some curse words, but that’s it.

And it’s sexy seeing how much I cause Adalyn to feel.

It’s sexy to see how she so easily falls apart and loses control.

And yet, despite her sedated body, she’s still present, she’s still moving with me, clenching around me.

“Feels so goddamn good,” I whisper into her ear. “So good, Adalyn.”

She bites down on my earlobe and says, “Harder. Fuck me harder, Hayden.”

Christ.

This woman. A biter, a dirty talker, a fucking queen in my arms.

I give her what she wants, slamming into her, her back hitting the wall, our attempt at being quiet washed away with unbridled passion.

Moaning into my mouth now, she clamps around my cock, her body stilling, her hands trembling. She gasps and then murmurs a slew of curse words as her pussy contracts around my cock, the sensation so powerful, so overwhelming that within seconds, my balls are tightening and I’m coming pulse after pulse.

I come so hard and so long I almost forget where I am when I moan her name, the sound echoing in the small dressing room.

If people were wondering what we were doing in here, they sure as hell know now.

Fuck, but was it worth it.

Slowing my hips, I take a deep breath and open my eyes to find Adalyn staring back at me. A lazy smile passes over her lips as she gives me a quick peck to my nose.

“That was so fucking hot,” she whispers, not that she needs to, not after what we just did. “Well worth the wait.”

“Yeah?”

She nods. “Yes, you were easily worth the wait.”

“God, Adalyn. Phenomenal. You are phenomenal.” Actually, there are no words to describe that. Being inside her . . . touching her . . . fucking her. She’s everything . . . She’s quickly becoming my everything.

She’s everything.

I thank God I met this girl. My girl.

With another gentle kiss, to my lips this time, I become lost in the feel of her once again. I’m so fucking glad I took the time away from my normal crazy and went to Binghamton when my season ended. Without that decision, I never would have met Adalyn, the woman who didn’t steal my heart, but to whom I gladly gave it. She’s becoming my everything.

Adalyn rests her head against my shoulder, her wavy, air-dried hair tickling my chin, and her sweet scent consuming me. Old northeastern homes pass by in the windows, the familiar streets of Binghamton painting a path to Adalyn’s place.

The past two days have been . . . Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it.

Life-changing.

I can remember getting the call to play professional hockey. I remember where I was sitting, what I was watching, what I was eating.

My parents’ house, on their big brown sectional, watching the movie Ratatouille with my mom because it was about a cooking mouse, which my mom thought was adorable. We were eating homemade beef Wellington. Fancy feast for two movie watchers. But that’s how we rolled. My phone rang, and it was my agent.

The room stilled, the air around us heavy, my mind whirling with holy fucks and I can’t believe I did it. It was singularly the proudest, more exciting moment of my life.

Little did I know, it was going to be rivaled.

The past two days . . .

They’ve rivaled the feeling I had when I first found out about being signed with the Brawlers.