Playmaker: A Baltimore Banners Intermission Novella Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lisa B. Kamps
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Control. He needed control. Fuck.
He managed to roll the condom down his hard length without losing his shit, because Christ, wouldn't that completely suck. Then he was sliding up her body, his mouth and teeth grazing her skin, his fingers trailing up her sides. And then he was stretched along her body, her hips still thrusting, searching, inviting.
He drove into her, swallowed her scream with a deep kiss as her nails bit into his shoulders and her hips thrust up to meet his. Over and over. Fast. Hard. Fuck. She was tight, hot. So fucking wet. And he was so fucking close, the ache in his balls almost painful as they tightened.
He pushed himself to his knees and grabbed her hips, spreading her legs as he pounded into her. Deep. Deeper. Once, twice. His head fell back as a groan ripped from his chest, his orgasm crashing over him, spilling from him with a force that left him breathless.
His body quivered and he collapsed on top of her, sweaty, breathless. Completely spent. Her arms came around him, holding him close, her hands tracing small circles along his back. He had no idea how much time passed before he could breathe again. Think. Move.
"Fuck. Holy shit." He pushed himself up on his elbows, far enough so he could claim her mouth in a deep kiss. Then he pulled away and looked down at her, a smile teasing his lips. "That was…phenomenal."
A shy smile crossed her face, almost embarrassed. He leaned down and kissed her again, then rolled to the side. Shit. Her ankle. He had completely forgotten about it. "Is your ankle okay?"
"I think. I don't really feel it right now."
Derek chuckled then eased his legs over the edge of the bed. He hurried to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up, then checked her medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen, good. He shook two out and filled the cup with water from the sink, then walked back to the bedroom.
"Here. I should have thought of this first." She took the medicine from him, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as he grabbed one of her pillows and propped it under her ankle. He took the empty cup from her and placed it on the nightstand, then climbed into bed beside her and settled the blankets around them.
Derek didn't miss the surprised look she gave him, like she was expecting him to leave and didn't understand why he was still there. He didn't like the spurt of guilt that flashed through him at the thought, especially not when that's what he would normally do. But she was hurt, he couldn't just walk out and leave right now. So he leaned over for another kiss then settled her head on his shoulder, his arm draping around her and holding her against him.
"Close your eyes and get some sleep, sweetheart."
Sweetheart? What the fuck? And he couldn't see her face, but he was pretty sure she had momentarily stiffened against him when he murmured the endearment.
Then he closed his eyes, pushing all thoughts from his addled sex-drained brain and drifted off to sleep, Bridget tucked securely next to him.
Chapter Four
Derek leaned forward, pushing, reaching with his stick as the puck flew across the ice, heading for him. It connected with the blade and he dug in, skating across center ice.
Easy. Gentle. Cradling the puck like a new-found lover. A blur came into his periphery, heading toward him. Derek smiled and cut right, avoiding the hit as he passed the puck behind him to JP Larocque.
He skated forward, cut left, swinging behind the net. JP passed the puck to Mat, who passed it back to Derek before moving to the side of the net. Derek moved forward, handling the puck with care, the stick steady and sure in his hand, nothing more than a natural extension of his body.
He looked behind him then glanced to the left, smiling as he moved to pass the puck to Mat. The Colorado player moved to block the pass. Too late. Derek grinned and shot the puck to JP, who shot it into the net with a decisive flick of the stick.
The horn blared and the crowd surged to their feet as
Control. He needed control. Fuck.
He managed to roll the condom down his hard length without losing his shit, because Christ, wouldn't that completely suck. Then he was sliding up her body, his mouth and teeth grazing her skin, his fingers trailing up her sides. And then he was stretched along her body, her hips still thrusting, searching, inviting.
He drove into her, swallowed her scream with a deep kiss as her nails bit into his shoulders and her hips thrust up to meet his. Over and over. Fast. Hard. Fuck. She was tight, hot. So fucking wet. And he was so fucking close, the ache in his balls almost painful as they tightened.
He pushed himself to his knees and grabbed her hips, spreading her legs as he pounded into her. Deep. Deeper. Once, twice. His head fell back as a groan ripped from his chest, his orgasm crashing over him, spilling from him with a force that left him breathless.
His body quivered and he collapsed on top of her, sweaty, breathless. Completely spent. Her arms came around him, holding him close, her hands tracing small circles along his back. He had no idea how much time passed before he could breathe again. Think. Move.
"Fuck. Holy shit." He pushed himself up on his elbows, far enough so he could claim her mouth in a deep kiss. Then he pulled away and looked down at her, a smile teasing his lips. "That was…phenomenal."
A shy smile crossed her face, almost embarrassed. He leaned down and kissed her again, then rolled to the side. Shit. Her ankle. He had completely forgotten about it. "Is your ankle okay?"
"I think. I don't really feel it right now."
Derek chuckled then eased his legs over the edge of the bed. He hurried to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up, then checked her medicine cabinet. Ibuprofen, good. He shook two out and filled the cup with water from the sink, then walked back to the bedroom.
"Here. I should have thought of this first." She took the medicine from him, watching him with heavy-lidded eyes as he grabbed one of her pillows and propped it under her ankle. He took the empty cup from her and placed it on the nightstand, then climbed into bed beside her and settled the blankets around them.
Derek didn't miss the surprised look she gave him, like she was expecting him to leave and didn't understand why he was still there. He didn't like the spurt of guilt that flashed through him at the thought, especially not when that's what he would normally do. But she was hurt, he couldn't just walk out and leave right now. So he leaned over for another kiss then settled her head on his shoulder, his arm draping around her and holding her against him.
"Close your eyes and get some sleep, sweetheart."
Sweetheart? What the fuck? And he couldn't see her face, but he was pretty sure she had momentarily stiffened against him when he murmured the endearment.
Then he closed his eyes, pushing all thoughts from his addled sex-drained brain and drifted off to sleep, Bridget tucked securely next to him.
Chapter Four
Derek leaned forward, pushing, reaching with his stick as the puck flew across the ice, heading for him. It connected with the blade and he dug in, skating across center ice.
Easy. Gentle. Cradling the puck like a new-found lover. A blur came into his periphery, heading toward him. Derek smiled and cut right, avoiding the hit as he passed the puck behind him to JP Larocque.
He skated forward, cut left, swinging behind the net. JP passed the puck to Mat, who passed it back to Derek before moving to the side of the net. Derek moved forward, handling the puck with care, the stick steady and sure in his hand, nothing more than a natural extension of his body.
He looked behind him then glanced to the left, smiling as he moved to pass the puck to Mat. The Colorado player moved to block the pass. Too late. Derek grinned and shot the puck to JP, who shot it into the net with a decisive flick of the stick.
The horn blared and the crowd surged to their feet as
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