He couldn’t wait until he had two working hands again—fuck playing hockey again. What hereallywanted more than anything was to have two handfuls of her plump, luscious ass while she rode him.
When she was ready to take him, she angled his hard-as-steel cock against her moist opening, and gently sat back.
“Oh,fuck,” she moaned.
She bounced on his cock, their flesh clapping, their sounds growing louder and more urgent. Dane planted his hand over her mouth, trying but failing to keep her quiet while they fucked in his hospital bed.
She rode him faster, harder, her hips swiveling and bucking on his length. Her climax always meant his was right behind—if the sounds she made didn’t break him, her clenching him like a vise always did.
“I’m coming!” he groaned, as her fluttering pussy milked him for his load.
They had only a few moments to bask in the sweet afterglow. Then, Austen hopped off of Dane and jumped into her jeans, leaving the hockey player a sweaty heap in his hospital bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, panting. “Stay with me.”
“Sorry, Captain. I’ve got more work to do,” she said, buttoning her jeans. “But I’ll see you later.”
“You’ll come over after work?” he asked.
“Of course I will. I wanna take care of you. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She kissed him on the forehead. “Good luck in surgery.”
“Thanks babe,” Dane said. The next two words he said rolled so naturally off his tongue, he almost didn’t realize he’d said them: “Love you.”
Austen stared blankly at him. “Umm.”
“Shit.” Dane felt his cheeks grow warm. “I just said that, didn’t I?”
“You sure did,” she said. With a chuckle, she ran her hand through his hair.
Dane shrugged. “Fuck it. I don’t care if it’s too soon to say, I’ll say it again: I love you, babe.”
“God,” she huffed, and she pressed her lips against his.
“I love you, too, Dane.”
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THE END
BONUS CHAPTER
Austen
Four weeks and one day later.
There was a knock on Austen’s apartment door. She ran to answer and flung the front door open to find Dane standing in the hallway, dressed in one of his sharp suits, his hair still wet from his shower.
“Hi, baby!” she said. She grabbed his hand and rushed him inside. They shared a wet, luscious kiss. “You playedgreat,” she said.
When he took the ice, the hometown crowd treated him to a standing ovation. The Devils won the game, and Dane scored two goals, one assist, andyes,unfortunately,got into a fight. Austen hated to watch him throwing fists—the adrenaline made her stomach feel flighty and sick. Luckily, the other guy took the brunt of the beating.
“Thanks,” he said.
“How’d you feel out there?”
“Rusty, honestly. But it’s good to be back.” He took a deep breath. “What’s that amazing smell? I could smell it all the way from the stairs.”
“To celebrate your first game back, I made youCoq au Vin,” she said, leading him by the hand to the kitchen.
