“More,” I gasp, moving my hips to bring him in deeper.
“There she is,” he whispers, sliding his finger in more and stretching me wider. “My naughty angel that I love to play with. Do you love feeling me in every part of you?”
He pushes his cock deep inside as his finger matches the rhythm from the back. It amplifies everything and makes me feel owned by him as I give every part of me over to him.
“Yes,” I whimper as he puts pressure from behind with his thumb and finger, creating a tightness that allows me to feel every single movement.
“Time to cum on your boyfriend’s cock, honey,” he breathes in my ear before sucking the flesh on my neck and going in hard one last time as I shatter around him.
I cry out his name as my orgasm rips through me, taking us both in the process.
“Fuck!” He growls loudly against my neck as he pours inside me. We’re locked together in every available space as my body greedily takes what it wants.
Breathing heavily, I lean against him for support as I get my bearings. He grabs the towel next to us before gently cleaning me up and replacing my panties.
“That was…” We grin like idiots at each other before he leans down and kisses me.
“Yes, it was,” he softly chuckles, knowing there are no words to describe what happens between us. “Thank you for saying yes,” he breathes against my lips.
“Thank you for asking,” I grin and then kiss my boyfriend one more time because I can.
“So,you’ve told me about your parents, but I know nothing about your best friend.”
We're in my jeep, driving to his house, and I want to know as much as I can before we arrive.
“Not a lot to tell. We met in school, and just clicked. We became really close. He got into hockey when he was younger as a way to escape from reality.” His eyes get sad as he glances my way. “He didn’t have the best childhood, so hockey became like therapy to him. I never missed a game, and he never missed a band gig. We were always there to support each other.”
“Does he still play?” I ask, rubbing my thumb across his hand that’s resting on my thigh.
“You could say that,” he laughs. “After he graduated, he went straight to New York, where he was drafted by a minor league team. It didn’t take him long to move up from there.”
“Wait,” I say, turning to him. “He plays for the NHL? What’s his last name?”
“Stone,” his lips twitch, and my eyes widen in shock.
“Knox Stone is your best friend? As in Knox,knock him out stone cold?”
“The one and only,” I laugh. “I didn’t know you knew hockey?”
“My dad used to take us to games,” I say, dismissing the question. “Don’t change the subject. I can’t believe you are justtelling me this now. He’s captain of the New York Devils, and the devil name suits him. He’s a beast out there and holds the record for most minutes in the penalty box and most goals scored during a single season.”
“I know his stats,” he laughs. “In his defense, he’s never once started a fight unless he’s defending his players. He just really pisses off his opponents because they can’t stop him from scoring and they all want a piece of him,” he chuckles, pulling into the driveway of the blue beach house.
“One more thing, I need to mention,” he says, turning off the jeep. “I didn’t tell Savi he was in town, so when she walks in tonight from work, I’m going to need your help to defuse the situation.”
“What do you mean? They don’t like each other?”
“That’s putting it mildly,” he snickers. “They’ve never gotten along, and over the years it’s just gotten worse. We try to separate them when we can, but sometimes it's inevitable, and we all just have to suffer through it.”
“Have you ever asked them why they act that way toward each other?” This doesn’t sound like the Savi I know. Sure, she’s fiery and sassy at times, but she’s one of the sweetest people I know.
“We all have, and it’s always the same vague answer that they rub each other the wrong way. It’s eitherhe’s too overbearingorshe’s too stubborn, and we ended up just leaving it alone,” he laughs, getting out of the jeep and walking over to open my door.
“Just do your best to distract Savi, and I’ll keep Knox in line, and we should be fine,” he smiles, taking my hand as we walk up the stairs.
The door swings open before we even make it fully to the porch.
“Finally! I was worried you were going to keep her all toyourself tonight.” Miles’s mom beams at me, and I immediately feel at ease with her warm energy. She has her dark hair down around her shoulders, and her light greys mirror her sons’ as they shine at me. She’s a stunning woman, and I can see so much of Savi in her.
