Sutton’s chest rose and fell in quick pants. “Don’t tease me.”
My girl didn’t want to wait, and who was I to keep her from what she wanted? My hand left her heat, and I missed it instantly. The feel of her curving around me, her need pulsing into me. But I’d have it again. I’d have it all.
I shucked my shoes and pants, not even bothering with my damn shirt. It would take too long. My fingers slid through Sutton’s hair, wrapping it around my fist, giving her something to pull against, that bite of pain to increase the pleasure.
My tip bumped against her entrance, and my cock wept. Just the promise of her could bring me to my knees.
“Cope,” she breathed.
“Tell me what you want,” I gritted out, barely able to hold myself back.
“Fuck me. Make me feel you for days.”
I’d always give Sutton what she needed, but she gave the same right back to me. And right now, we needed to remember we belonged to each other. I gripped her hair and slid inside with one forceful thrust.
The sound I let loose had an animalistic edge, but I didn’t give a damn. All I could think about was the heaven of sliding home. To Sutton.
I took her again, each thrust deeper than the one before. Sutton pushed against me, seeking more, wanting me so deep I’d never leave. I powered into her, giving her everything I had.
Those perfect walls fluttered against my dick, telling me she was almost there. Everything in me tightened as I struggled to hold myself back.
“Finger on your clit, Warrior. Find it. Find it with me.”
Sutton let out a whimper, and one hand left the desk and slid between her thighs. There was no whimper when her finger met that bundle of nerves. There was a cry. “Cope.”
Her walls clamped down around me like a vise grip. It took all my strength to power through her hold. I rode each wave as she convulsed around me until my control shattered. Her name left my lips on a shout as I emptied into her. Everything I had, just like she wanted.
We rode the waves, easing as one. That was the thing about coming together. It didn’t matter if it was rough or tender; it always ended with us feeling like we were one. A team.
I released my hold on Sutton’s hair, brushing it off her neck and dropping a kiss where her spine began. And then I whispered against her skin, “I love you. Now. Tomorrow. Twenty years from now. Fifty. It’s never going to end.”
“Cope.” The word was barely audible as I slid from her body. She turned, her hand cupping my face. “Love you. Thank you for reminding me of what’s ours.”
I kissed her, my tongue stroking hers, coming home. “Always,” I whispered against her mouth.
Breaking away, I quickly pulled up my pants and slipped on my shoes as Sutton giggled.
“What is it about us and desks?” she muttered.
I chuckled and grabbed a fresh tee from my bag, kneeling at her feet. “Think I could find a reason to put a desk in every room at the house?”
Sutton’s lips twitched as I slid the shirt between her thighs as gently as possible, her hands landing on my shoulders. “I don’t know. I think I’m partial to punching bags, too.”
My dick gave a painful twitch. “Hell. Please don’t turn me on again. I might die of a stroke.”
Sutton laughed. “Sorry. Can’t have you keeling over on me.”
I shoved the shirt into my bag, hauling the duffel over my shoulder and Sutton into my arms. “Hate to tell you this, but you’re stuck with me.”
She brushed her lips across mine. “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
Taking Sutton’s hand, I led us into the hallway. We headed toward the rink and found Frankie and Marcus along the way.
Frankie shook his head and grinned. “Sounds like you two made up.”
Sutton let out a squeak, shoving her face into my chest as I glared at my teammate. “Don’t make me deck you, asshole.”
“And here I thought I was the only one Reap liked to punch,” Marcus said with a smirk.
