Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(43)

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight as his hips power up against me. Then his hands slide down to my butt and hold me there, helping lift me as he f*cks me. I bury my face in the side of his neck, gasping and groaning as he hits those sensitive places inside me. If I move a little, I can get the pressure I need, on my clit…right there. “Don’t stop. Oh yeah, right there…”

“Damn, that’s hot.”

I have a vague thought that I’m being completely selfish by focusing on my own pleasure, concentrating on the feelings twisting up inside me, feeling my body tighten on Jacob’s cock.

“I love that,” he gasps.

Okay, maybe not entirely selfish—he likes it too. And why shouldn’t I make sure I come? Actually, I don’t know if I can stop it. I reach for it…higher…oh God, so high…and I lose my mind as my orgasm explodes in a nearly painful burst. I hear faint cries that are mine, distant and high-pitched.

Then Jacob flips me onto my back, so easily, still inside me, pounding into me in delicious hard strokes that draw out the pleasure, heat radiating from my center in waves.

“You’re amazing, Sky,” he pants, long moments later. “Fucking amazing.”

“I think we already agreed this is amazing.”

He rolls me on top again and gives my butt a little swat that makes me smile.

It’s true, though. I haven’t been with tons of guys, but this is kind of like pyrotechnics and shock waves and crazy chemical combustion compared to the others. “Red hot. Increasing the temperature of a body allows it to emit more energy overall.”

After a short silence, he chokes out a laugh. “Very good. I’m impressed.” He squeezes me.

This time when he withdraws from me I wince, and his forehead furrows. He brushes my hair back. “You okay?”

“Oh yeah. I might not be able to walk tomorrow, but I’m okay.”

“Damn.” He bites his lips but pride gleams in his eyes and I laugh and shove at his shoulder.

“Ass.”

He grins and smooches me. Then his smile fades. “Do we, uh, need to talk about this? In light of our, uh, arrangement?”

All I want to do is go to sleep. “I guess we should.” I’m not sure what he’s going to say and I’m not sure myself. “This fake boyfriend/girlfriend thing clearly didn’t require this level of commitment.”

His lips quirk. “Probably not. But hey, it’ll make things more realistic, right?”

Somewhere in the back of my brain is the thought that adding sex to this “relationship” probably isn’t a good idea. I’ve heard of friends with benefits arrangements, and somehow it always seems that someone ends up hurt.

But I’m so damn overjoyed and relieved that the sex was so fantastic. I was totally into it—in fact, begging for it…and I had three freakin’ orgasms! How can I put a stop to that? Plus, Jacob is a cocky ass sometimes, but over the last few weeks he’s kind of grown on me. We have fun together, even apart from the smoking hot sex, and this seems to work for both of us. If he was into partying all the time, it might be a problem, but he’s really working hard on school, so our “study dates” benefit both of us. And I was also being honest when I said I’m starting to like hockey. Jacob’s skill on the ice continues to impress me and I’ve already admitted watching him makes me hot.

“Right.” I meet his eyes. “But…”

“What?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but people think we’re really together. If you cheat on me and humiliate me, I will hurt you.”

His eyebrows fly up and his mouth drops open. “I wouldn’t do that.”

“You might meet someone you want to have a real relationship with.”

He frowns.

“I’m just saying, if you do, tell me.”

His frown darkens and he lifts his chin. “Well, same for you.”

I want to roll my eyes, because I can’t see that happening, but I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay. We’re on the same page here.”

“Yep.” I have to stop myself from asking when we can boink again, because, wow.

Jacob again leaves the bed to get rid of the condom. This time when he comes back he says regretfully, “I guess I better go.”

I sigh and roll to face him, my eyes heavy. “I guess. I have to work in the morning.” I start to push the covers back, but he stops me.

“Stay in bed. You look like you’re half asleep.”

“I think I am.” I lie back on the pillow and smile at him. “I was going to see you to the door.”

“I can find my way. So. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Night, Jacob.”

He kisses my forehead, another of his surprisingly sweet moves. “Night, Sky.”





Chapter 16


Jacob


Buck and I have discovered a mutual fascination with the Science Channel show How It’s Made. The weirder the stuff, the better. I should be studying, but this show rocks, and also since Buck wants to watch it with me, I don’t want to reject him. I’m getting to know the guys better, hanging out after practices and games, but I still feel like an outsider at times.

We’re watching an episode that starts with frozen pierogies.