Offensive Plays: A Surprise Baby Hockey Romance (Heatwave Hockey Series)

18. Libby

“That was even better than I imagined,” I say to him.

His voice is husky and low, “You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come, butterfly. Can you sing for me again?”

I lick my lips and nod, desperate to feel him inside me. In one quick motion he flips me onto my stomach and hitches my hips up toward him, my forearms planted on the bed.

“Now that I have you wet and ready for me, I need you to feel me fill you up. You ready?”

“Yes,” I barely say. His hands are gliding over my ass. The touch is light and sensual and I feel the appreciation in them.

“Good, baby. Now hold on.” He notches at my opening and slides into me ever so slowly. Inch by inch I feel the notch of each rung of his piercing enter me. It’s torturous and achingly sexy. Once he’s fully seated within me, he lets out a breath of air.

“This is even better that I imagined,” he says, echoing the words I said to him.

He pulls out of me and slowly drives back in again. Giving me mere seconds to get used to the feel of him again.

“Ohhhh,” I let out a long groan.

“I gotta admit, butterfly,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so captivating as the sound of you taking me.”

He pulls out and drives in again, this time a little faster. Each time he moves within me, sounds escape my lips and I can’t formulate words. Then he reaches between my legs with one of his hands, the other holding me tight by the hip as he drives into me; and he circles my clit.

The feeling is electrifying. I’m bucking into him as he rams into me. The feel of his finger working magic on me.

“I can feel you about to explode, butterfly.”

I can too. I groan in response.

He shifts us so that he’s now on the bed and I’m sitting on his lap, rubbing up and down the length of him. One hand still on my clit, the other roving my body. Until he reaches up to my neck and pulls my face to him.

Our lips meet and he devours me. I’m right on the edge, and I can hear the strain in his voice when he says my name into my mouth.

I scream out my release and he stops moving as soon as I collapse forward.

He rubs a hand over my back and gives me a moment to come back from the high. Once I’m able to lift my head I look up to him.

He has his eyes closed and is trying to slow his breathing. His erection is still high and pressed upwards. I slip off the bed and stand in front of him.

He finally opens his eyes and smiles up at me. “You’re a fucking goddess.”

“And you have the self-control of a saint,” I tell him, motioning toward his still hard cock.

“I need to take a cold shower,” he admits, getting up. When he’s standing in front of me he pulls me toward him and gives me another kiss that leaves me breathless.

God, I could kiss him all day. He has an expert mouth. An expert cock. How the hell did this pastor’s son learn everything he knows?

He finally breaks the kiss and whispers to me. “You go down first, I’ll be there soon.”

He heads into the bathroom and comes out a few seconds later with a warm washcloth.

“Open your legs,” he commands. I still and let him slide the washcloth between my thighs to clean me of my own juices whispering, “I’d lick that up myself if we weren’t in such a hurry.”

Well, I was almost clean. But I feel my body instantly reacting to his words.

“Stop it,” I slap his chest and he smiles. A heartbreaking and charming smile. “Go take a shower before I make you break your pre-game rule.”

He kisses me one last time before disappearing into the bathroom. I slip my clothes on and smooth out my hair in the mirror and just before I’m about to walk out he opens the door to the bathroom slightly and says, “Take the extra key. It’s next to the TV. You’ll need it later.”

The crowd is wild and the golden lights dancing around the arena remind us all that we’re in enemy territory.

The announcer’s voice rings out through the arena, “Las Vegas, join us in welcoming to the ice, your Veg-aaaas Spart-aaaans!”

The opposing team slips onto the ice, one by one, and makes their rounds holding their sticks up in triumph like they already won. The crowd erupts into another round of cheers around me. Many of them beating the plexiglass like war drums.

“Gotta give them points for excitement,” Izzy says next to me, snapping photos and bracing for our boys.

“And here to take on our Spartans in tonight’s Western Conference finals. All the way from Houston, Texas…the Houst-ooon Heat-waaave!”

Our boys jump onto the ice, one by one, they look fierce, fast and focused. Izzy is snapping photo after photo as they take their turn skating around the arena.

Ryker takes his place at the net. Smacking his stick onto all the corners of the net in his pre-game ritual and skating back and forth over his crease from side to side.

Landry skates up to him and I motion for Izzy to capture the moment they bump their helmets against each other. Something the two best friend’s have been doing as long as they’ve played together.

Landry then skates up to his line-mates and they all take turns bumping elbows.

Izzy captures that moment too.

Zane skates by us and says the same thing he does to me every game.

“Wish me luck?”

“You won’t need it. You got me.” He smiles before he lowers his visor and secures his mouthguard in place, skating off to center ice.

“That was so cute,” Izzy beams from behind her camera. “I never noticed you guys do that.”

“Ever since we were kids.”

“Look at us, just two sisters supporting our big brothers all the way to the big leagues.”

I smile as my eyes land on another player skating up to us.

“What’s up, Fergie?” Izzy says casually.

“Make sure she gets my good side,” he winks at me.

I feel the heat rising to my cheeks from the memory of him buried inside me earlier.

“As if you have a bad side, Michael Ferguson. Win this for Houston,” she shouts to him as he skates off.

“We need to find that boy a girl. He’s too good to be single,” Izzy says between shots.

I cough to myself.

“I’m not suggesting it be you. I know you like your wild boys,” she adds with an eye roll.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Speaking of wild boys, have you met up with anyone lately? Kesley mentioned you met someone on a hookup app?”

I cough again and this time I can’t hide it.

“You okay, you need a cough drop?”

I hold a hand up. “I’m good. And yeah, I did. But it’s a hookup app. It’s not going anywhere.”

“Of course. You’re so brave to put yourself out there. Apps always made me nervous. I’m glad it worked out with someone my brother vetted long before I did,” she chuckles.

“Yeah, you lucked out for sure.” I need to change the subject immediately.

“So baby on the way…. how are you feeling?”

She rubs her belly. “I’m growing by the day,” she admits. “My feet are always swollen and if I crave another Big Mac I’m going to be so upset with myself.”

“Yeah, aren’t you vegetarian?”

“Vegan,” she clarifies. “It’s a mortal sin. I blame Ryker’s mini me.”

I laugh imagining a little girl with Ryker’s blonde hair gobbling up a burger with her dad as Izzy stares at them with disgust.

Then another image comes into mind. Of a little boy, younger than Liam, running up to hold his hand. A mess of light brown hair and beautiful light blue eyes smiling up at me.

I shake the thought from my head.

“Would you ever want kids?” Izzy asks. “If the right guy came along?”

I laugh, “Hell no. I’m programmed for Crazy aunt life. You guys can count on me to spoil all your little offspring because I will not be having any of my own. A career in modeling doesn’t really lend itself to kids.”

Even as the words leave my lips I realize that it must’ve been my own mother’s belief since she left us for that very reason.

I swallow hard and focus on the ice, where the Heatwave now have control of the puck.

“Well, you never know,” Izzy says, capturing some closeups as they skate toward us.

You never know.