Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(52)

“Wanna make you feel good.” I position myself between her thighs. She pushes up onto her elbows to watch with hazy eyes, hair all over the place. I kiss the inside of one leg where the skin is thin and tender, closing my eyes and drawing in a breath through my nose. She smells fantastic, her usual apple and vanilla and flowers mingled with her unique female perfume. It makes me nuts, makes my dick harden all over again and my balls ache.

She’s watching me still, biting her lower lip, a flush staining her chest and climbing into her cheeks, that sweet and sexy blush. I nibble her inner thigh, giving a nip with my lips and then so gently with my teeth. I press a kiss to the crease where her leg meets her hip, then I lick and suck her other thigh.

She’s panting now, quick little breaths that I love. “Jacob…please.”

“What, baby?” I’m teasing her, kissing her legs, knowing where she needs to be touched. But it’s fun and I know the hotter I get her, the better her orgasm will be.

I start playing with my fingers, stroking over her. She seems so tiny and soft. I like watching this too, my big hand on her *. “Are you wet, hmm?”

“Why don’t you check?”

“Cute.” I slant her a smile and see the gleam in her eyes. “All right, then.” I dip my fingers into her folds. “Oh yeah. So wet. All for me.”

“Yeah. For you.”

I f*cking love that. I slick up her girl lube and rub over her skin, all around her clit, and she makes a hissing noise. A smile tugs at my mouth.

I push my middle finger inside her. She’s tight and hot and I ease in deeper, deeper, until I can stroke inside her and her body twitches hard. She falls flat on her back and grips the bedcovers.

“There?” I whisper. “How’s that?”

“Oh God yes. That’s amazing.”

Now I can let myself taste her. I lick up and down, around where my finger penetrates her, tasting her sweetness, teasing around her clit.

“Please,” she begs again. “I need to come.” Her hand rises and rubs over the top of my head, and her hips roll against my mouth in a needy rhythm.

I play a little longer, with slow strokes of my tongue and soft suckling kisses. I reach up and squeeze one tit, holding it as I open my mouth on her *, then pinching her nipple. Her hips lift again and again. Finally, I lick over her clit. She jerks against my mouth and her inner muscles squeeze my finger. “Ready, baby?”

“I’m beyond ready, oh my God, Jacob…keep doing that…right there…”

I work my finger in and out faster, f*cking her with it, tonguing her clit, and she comes apart against my mouth in a long, shuddering orgasm, hoarse cries falling from her lips. It’s epic.

I close my lips over her swelling clit and suck as she writhes. She grabs my head and gently pushes. “Stop. Oh God.”

I lift my head and smile with satisfaction.

“Oh wow. Wow. You did good, Jacob.”

I kiss her lower belly. “I’m glad.”

I get Skylar under the covers and then slide in against her. “Wish you had a bigger bed.”

She cuddles into me, all warm and soft. “Me too.”

I eye the space. “A king bed probably wouldn’t even fit in here.”

“Probably not.”

“Sometimes we could get it on in my bed.”

I feel her smile against my chest. “I guess.”

I caress her hair, still stoked about what she did earlier. “Next weekend is my birthday.”

“Right.”

“My parents are coming.”

“Mmm. I remember you said that.”

“I, uh, told them I was seeing someone.”

She tenses a little. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I thought it would make them feel more comfortable about how I’m doing here if I had a girlfriend.”

“Oh no…you don’t…”

“Yeah. They want to take us out for dinner on Saturday night.”

“Oh, Jacob. That’s not fair to them. To make them think—”

I kiss her forehead. “It’ll be fine. It’ll set their minds at ease. They might not even be back this year, and…well, we’ll figure it out.”

“I don’t know…”

“Seriously. They’re nice people. It’ll be fine.”

She sighs against me. “Okay.”





Chapter 19


Skylar


I’m at Jacob’s home game Friday night. His parents are here somewhere, but since they just arrived late this afternoon, I haven’t met them. I didn’t want to meet them at all (well, that’s not entirely true; I’m actually pretty curious about them), but when Jacob said he thinks they’ll feel better about how things are going for him here, knowing he has a girlfriend, I kind of got sucked into that. I do feel a little guilty about the pretense. But it’ll probably be the only time I’ll ever meet them. And the truth is, Jacob and I are friends now.

I watch Jacob on the ice, as usual turned on by his athleticism, intensity, and fierce aggression. I love how he’s such a leader out there, yelling at his teammates, setting up plays.

I know he wants to play well tonight since his parents are here.

The action is down in the Bears’ end, and Jacob has the puck behind the net. He’s playing with it, not moving, looking up the ice. “Go!” I yell, along with others in the crowd. Then I see players changing and realize that’s why he’s delaying there. A big Knights defenseman circles around in front of the net, keeping an eye on Jacob. As Jacob starts out from behind the net, the Knight swings his stick at John Alfredson, the Bears’ goalie, hitting him right in the head. John drops to the ice.