Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance, Jami Davenport [best reads txt] 📗

were true. She was as big of a heartbreaker as my brother. Enjoy the moment, I told myself. Don’t overthink this.

Straddling my thighs, she rolled the condom onto my cock with expert efficiency. Unable to be an observer a second longer, I flipped her onto her back. She parted her legs and arched her hips toward mine, begging me to take her. I didn’t have the willpower to resist the invitation; taking it slow would have to happen later.

“Bury that big cock deep inside me,” she begged.

I gladly obliged.

As soon as the tip entered that wet, inviting entrance, she dug her fingernails into my back, wrapped those beautiful legs around my tortured body, and met me halfway.

I was in fucking heaven. Being inside her felt better than any fantasy or wet dream I’d ever had and far surpassed any woman I’d ever been with, and I’d had my fair share.

She pressed against me, moaning and thrashing her head on the pillow. What a beautiful sight she was all hot and sweaty and primed for me and me alone.

I began to move inside her, attempting to take it slow, but Naomi would have none of that. She made it clear this was raunchy, down-and-dirty sex, and I was on board every stroke of the way. She met my desperate thrusts with thrusts of her own as we banged each other into oblivion and beyond.

My cock twitched and my impending orgasm pulsed through me. I gritted my teeth to hold myself together a little longer. I wasn’t coming without her. Reaching between us, I found that little nub and worked her into a bigger frenzy than we were already in. Her body told me it was time, and I exploded at the same time she did.

We clung to each other as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over us, each one more powerful than the one before it, until I was certain I’d die of a pleasure overdose. Surely, a mere mortal wouldn’t survive such emotional extremes. Yet somehow, I managed, which had to be the eighth wonder of the world.

As we came down off the greatest natural high known to man and woman, I hugged her close. She nuzzled my shoulder and planted lazy kisses on my collarbone.

I’d never experienced such perfect bliss, such contentment, such a feeling of being right where I needed to be. This was everything. She was my everything. My heart sang with joy, and I reveled in the moment. I’d never known sheer perfection until now. Naomi was perfect for me, as I’d always suspected she’d be.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. You are my one and only.” I blurted out the truth I’d been holding in since I’d first met her in Psych 101.

“I love you, too.” Naomi murmured her agreement before she faded off to sleep.

I was giddy from our mutual declaration of love for each other. We were finally on the same page with an entire future in front of us, and I couldn’t wait to read the rest of the book.

2

Blame

Naomi

I woke up feeling like my life was finally on track.

The guy I’d been lusting after the past two years was finally in my bed, and we’d had sheet-scorching sex all night long. We were explosive and insatiable together and hadn’t fallen into a deep sleep until three or four a.m. But who checked the time when you were experiencing something timeless? We’d dozed here and there.

Through the slowly lifting fog of drunkenness and fading haze of lust, I attempted to reconstruct what we’d done and said last night.

I’d had sex before. Actually, a lot of it, but this was different. This experience was almost Zen-like. Like two halves coming together to make a whole. Like finding your soul mate. Like my wildest fantasies come true. If that wasn’t Zen, I don’t know what was.

And I wasn’t a Zen-like person.

I was a numbers person. I loved my stats and my details.

Numbers didn’t work in this situation because numbers didn’t feel, and I was definitely feeling.

Patrick, or Trick as some of his teammates called him, opened one eye and then the other. He smiled at me as brightly as the sun streaming in the window of my dorm room. Since the sky had been cloudy for a week, and I was feeling my inner Zen, the rays of light warming my naked body were a good sign.

I stretched in the bed like a lioness who’d had a good hunt the night before. Patrick propped his head on an elbow. His hot gaze seared a path across my naked body. I wasn’t modest, and I enjoyed knowing he liked what he saw, because I sure AF loved what I saw.

“Good morning,” he whispered in a raspy voice full of sleep, sex, and contentment. His smoldering blue eyes contradicted the lazy way one of his hands kneaded the flesh on my waist.

“That was epic.” My smugly satisfied smile backed up my words.

“Yeah, it was.” He sounded in awe, almost as if he hadn’t expected this, which was weird because I’d been pursuing him for two years.

“You have some incredible stamina.”

“So do you,” he said with a chuckle.

Sometime in the early-morning hours, he’d told me he loved me, and I’d said it back. I wasn’t going to hold him to that particular declaration just yet. I’d give him time for things to sink in. After all, people were often their most honest when they were drunk. Now that he was sober again, he’d back off, but I’d wait for him to come to terms with his feelings, once he’d let them be known.

Patrick rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head, still watching me closely. I gave him one of my best sultry smiles, pretty sure we’d be going at it again this morning. I ran my hand down his rib cage to where the sheet rested against his hip. Licking my lips, I rose up, ready to go down