73 Hell fucking yeah
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
Hell fucking yeah
WILL
With my mouth still fused to Riley’s I edged back into the physical therapy rooms and kicked the door closed. The room was pitch black. Riley reached around me to flick on a light before sinking her fingers into my hair.
Each time I kissed her was like the first time. I’d never get enough. I needed to pump the breaks though, because if I didn’t we’d end up naked on the therapy table again before we talked, and we really needed to talk.
Riley’s steel blue eyes were wide when she peered up at me. She looked fucking adorable, her lips swollen and her cheeks flushed.
“How much of that did you overhear?” she shyly checked.
I grimaced. “Will you hate me if I say all of it?”
She dropped her head. Nah-ah. I propped my finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look back at me. I was planning to intervene, but hearing Riley say all those things to her dad seemed like it was kind of therapeutic for her. And there was plenty I’d loved hearing, especially...
“Did you mean what you said about moving to Texas?”
It was ballsy to ask, and crazy to think it was a possibility, but now Riley had said it, I had to know how serious she was.
Slowly, she bounced her head up and down. “I meant it, Will. I’m in this. Fully.” She chewed her lip nervously. “Are you?”
“Hell fucking yeah.”
With the happiest smile, she pressed onto her toes to wrap her hand behind my neck and tug my lips back to hers. This time I couldn’t stop .
I backed us up until her thighs hit the therapy bed. Sitting on the edge of it, Riley’s hands fell to my slacks, toying with the zipper. This was about to be the third time Riley and I had fooled around in the hockey rooms, and something told me it wasn’t going to be the last.
Riley tugged my pants down enough to free my cock and wrap her mouth around it. She wasn’t wasting any time, which was more than okay with me.
She made a strangled sound that literally caused my balls to tighten. My head fell back in pure fucking ecstasy. This felt so good I was on the brink of becoming a one-minute-man.
“Dover,” I choked.
Grinning, Riley sat back up, licking her lips. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.” She slipped the green jacket off her shoulders. “That overtime goal was hot.”
I smirked. “That did it for you?”
“Definitely.”
She reached for the hem of her tight long sleeve top, whipping it over her head. Rather than a thick bandage, there was only a thin dressing on Riley’s forearm.
Tanner had kept me looped in this week. The wound was healing well, the stitches were due to come out soon, and all her bloods so far had returned no sign of infection. My girl was a fighter, but no surprises there.
“I love watching you play,” she added.
God, I loved hearing that.
I’d been too keyed up after the game to put on my suit jacket. All that was in the way was my shirt, which was already partially rolled up. I hastily undid enough buttons to yank it off and drop it on the floor.
“Wait,” Riley said, her eyes widening. “I should find Grace and–”
“Relax. She’s the one who sent me into the arena.”
Turns out I had a lot to thank Hughesy for. I’d tackle that later. Right now, all I cared about was the girl in front of me.
I climbed onto the therapy bed, forcing Riley to lie beneath me. How I was meant to get rehab on this table after fucking Riley on it twice was beyond me, but that was future Will’s problem.
I reached between us, unzipping Riley’s pants before tugging them down. She raised her hips, making it easier for me.
“By the way,” I murmured, kissing below Riley’s ear. “I appreciated the pregame bang offer. But to clear things up, the story that I needed to sleep with you in order to play well was a hoax. Though I am interested in keeping the tradition going for the rest of the season if you are.”
Riley frowned. “Huh?”
“The social media girl mentioned you were here if I needed anything. ”
Riley burst into laughter. Not the reaction I was expecting when my hand was rubbing the sweet spot between her legs.
“That offer was for taping, Caufield. Not sex.” She pushed onto her elbows. “How did your shoulder hold up?”
“Fine. No issues.”
She chewed her lower lip. “No other booboos giving you grief?”
“Just my dick,” I told her. “But you’ve already kissed that better.”
Chuckling, she fell back against the therapy table, her silky hair fanning out around her.
When I rocked back to slip off my pants, Riley spread her legs, enough for me to see my prize. I couldn’t resist. I greedily slipped my hands between her thighs like the opportunity would close soon. She was soaking wet as though she’d been waiting for this moment the whole week. I knew I had.
“How about we settle for a post-game bang?” she offered.
“Deal.”
Her back arched off the table and a breathy moan escaped her parted lips when I slipped two fingers inside her. Fuck. I loved making her come, and I wanted to get at least one out of her before I sunk between her legs.
Her fingernails dug into the padded therapy table, leaving a mark. I wouldn’t be able to look at the scratches now without getting a semi.
Riley was panting, writhing beneath my hand. I bent down to brush my lips over hers. The past week had been torture. Being with her again was like coming home.
I was still kissing Riley as she started to come undone. She sunk her teeth into my lower lip, her body trembling beneath me.
I watched in wonder, questioning what I’d done right in a past life. My brain still hadn’t processed that this was a forever thing. That it would extend beyond college. That this was well and truly our end game now.
Once her breathing evened out, Riley grasped my hardened dick in her palm. She widened her legs, positioning me against her soaking pussy.
“Do you want my dick, Dover?” I taunted.
“Always.”
I pushed into her, filling her fully. She moaned loud enough that I hoped Coach hadn’t come back through the corridors. Or anyone else for that matter.
“Oh my god,” Riley gasped. “Do that again.”
“This?” I checked, pulling back before snapping my hips.
“Yes, that.”
I pushed aside Riley’s bra to palm her perky tits. They were the perfect size in my hands, just like Riley was the perfect size beneath me.
I loved this girl so fucking much. And I loved fucking her .
Once I could feel her spasming closer to a second orgasm, I lowered my mouth over hers because I couldn’t risk anybody overhearing this.
“I’ve got you. Let go.”
She did. As her wet pussy tightened around me, it tipped me over the edge. I thrust into her one final time, spilling inside her in a climax that seemed to go on forever.
Our hips lazily rocked against each other, drawing out that sweet ending. Riley smiled up at me. Her skin was flushed and her hair was in disarray. I’m sure I looked freshly fucked too, but I really didn’t care.
I could faintly make out a phone going off. Judging by where my pants were thrown, it was mine.
As much as I wanted to stay in this moment, we were tempting fate. We hadn’t locked the door and I wasn’t in the mood to castrate any guy that witnessed Riley in this blissed-out state.
After helping her clean up, we redressed then returned everything back in the room to normal.
My phone was still going manic when I zipped up my pants. I pulled it from my pocket. There were three missed calls from Levi, as well as a message from Tanner. I opened that first.
TANNER: Feel free to pull shots like that for the Bobcats next year. But don’t even think about trying that shit out against Allentown in a few weeks.
Riley caught sight of her brother’s name over my shoulder. Her eyebrows hit the roof.
“You and Tanner are chummy now?”
“Oh yeah,” I smugly answered. “Not only is he my girlfriend’s brother, but there’s a high chance we’ll be teammates next year. It was time to bury the hatchet.”
Riley laughed. “I did not see this coming.”
I hadn’t either, but it was turning out to be a good surprise. Though not as good as Riley agreeing to start a life in Texas with me. That was the best fucking surprise known to man.
“Wait,” Riley said, tugging on my hand when I reached for the door. “One more for the road. ”
As her lips brushed mine, I allowed the gravity to sink in. This was happening. Riley and I were happening. Fuck my friends. They could wait a bit longer.
Tonight’s announcers had said nothing else that happened tonight would top the feeling from scoring the game winning goal, but they were wrong. This topped it by so much the comparison wasn’t even on the same scale.