Shut Out (Bayard Hockey #1)(83)

“I’m okay. Got a few bruises from the fight, that’s all.”

“Oh, Jacob.”

“Shh.” Our mouths join, our legs twine, and we wrap our arms around each other in a sizzling connection. I roll her onto her back and kiss her, long and deep and wet. Heat spirals inside me as her tongue slides into my mouth. I want this to go on forever, but my dick is straining to be inside her.

“You want this, right?” I gaze down at her beautiful face, her hair spread around her on the pillow.

Her smile is blinding and beautiful as her hands touch my face. “Yes. I want this.”

“Need a condom. Hang on.” I lean over and grab a box of condoms from the bookshelf next to the bed, fumble one out, and go up on my knees to suit up. “There we go.”

She’s watching me with big eyes, lips parted in excitement. “I love how you turn me on.”

“I love it too, baby. So damn much. You make me feel…powerful.”

She blinks and her lips curve into a slow smile as she lifts her knees for me.

I kneel between her legs to slide her panties off, and her gaze travels over me, my chest, my abs, then down to my dick. I wrap one hand around it. Her breath hitches as I slide the head of it up and down over her *, slicking up her arousal. “Ah, Skyler.”

She smiles. “Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please.”

Her body lifts toward me and then I slide into her, easing in, stretching her wide, filling her. A moan leaks from her lips as she watches me. When I’m balls-deep inside her, I pause, taking a couple short breaths, then I lower myself over her. I slide one arm beneath her head and kiss her mouth, her cheek, her neck. I breathe in her scent, apple and vanilla and Skylar, and her hands run up and down my sides, then slip around to grip my ass. “Skylar.” I kiss her ear. “Skylar.”

She’s everything at that moment. I move inside her and she holds on to me, her body tight around me, her thighs gripping my hips.

“I love you,” she whispers, one hand sliding up my back and into my hair. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, baby.” I roll my hips against her, thrusting into her deep, owning her.

I rise up onto my knees and gaze down at her. I cup her breasts and squeeze, then circle my hands around her narrow waist and hold her as I thrust into her harder still. Our eyes meet and hold and my heart swells in my chest at the love I see there. Pure joy and gratitude and overwhelming love for her rushes through me.

We stare into each other’s eyes as I rock into her again and again. Her hips lift to meet me, taking me deep, and the expression on her face mirrors my own feelings of gratitude and appreciation, devotion and worship. Heat pools in my groin and every nerve ending tightens. A ragged groan tears from my throat as sensation builds. I fall over her, one hand on her forehead, tipping her head back so I can find her mouth as I come.

Her body squeezes me, her arms and legs wrap around me too, and she cries out. Sensation explodes in me, racing up my spine, my balls contracting, my cock pulsing inside her in wrenching spasms. “Goddamn,” I murmur against her lips, and I feel them curve in response.

I bury my face in the side of her neck and we lie together panting for long moments. Her fingers dance across my back and she gives me slow, openmouthed kisses on my shoulder. Finally I rise up onto my elbows to peer down at her.

Her bottom lip trembles, but she’s smiling. “Thank you.”

“Christ. Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve you.”

Her smile goes crooked and she pets my back. “I’m not that special.”

“Yes, you are.” I groan as I lower my forehead to touch hers. “You are.”

“You’re the superstar hockey player.”

“That means nothing.”

“Aw, Jacob. It means everything to you.”

“Nope.” I kiss her soft mouth. “You mean everything to me.”

“Oh.” Her eyes get all shiny. “Damn you. You’re making me cry again. I’ve cried enough.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever I have to, to make it up to you for being such an idiot.”

“You’re doing a fine job so far.”

Our mouths smile against each other.

It’s true. Without her in my life…well, I hope I never have to find out how shitty that would be.





Chapter 30


Skylar


“I’m not going to tell Brendan’s parents.”

I look up at Ella standing in the door of my room.

Exams are done. I feel pretty good about how they went. Things between Ella and me are okay—subdued, but she’s speaking to me. For the entire study period during exams, she hasn’t gone out. She hasn’t been drinking and she hasn’t been partying. She still seems sad, but she’s talking to me.

I nod slowly. “I wondered if you would. Come in.” I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed with my laptop, looking at Facebook and Instagram now that exams are done.

She comes in and perches on the end of the bed. “I thought about telling them.”

“You mean, about me? Or about Brendan cheating on a test?”

“Both.” She sighs. “I know they want closure. But I don’t think knowing what Brendan did would give them that. So I decided not to say anything.”