Wrapped Around My Heart (Bobcats Hockey #3)

Prologue

DEAN

“This is the last time,” Arianna mumbles against my lips. I step into her, pressing her against the door, and silence her lies by deepening the kiss.

If this were the second or third time of us sneaking away, I might actually believe her.

However, it’s been a full year of ducking into dark rooms or closets and there’s no way we’re anywhere close to our “last time.” Hell, if it were up to me, we’d never stop.

Every time I’m around her, the only thing I can think about is getting her alone again.

Arianna captures the attention of any room she walks into.

She’s a walking ray of sunshine who always finds a way to make everyone feel wanted and welcome.

That and her body is the definition of perfection.

Her red hair is always a little wild, curls escaping the confinements of whatever bun or braid she decides on for the day.

My favorite is when she lets it hang loose, flowing like waves of fire, announcing her presence and demanding attention.

Freckles mark almost every inch of her face, trailing down her neck before tapering off and spreading out across the rest of her beautiful body.

Emerald green eyes constantly steal my breath when they find me.

She has the most delicious dips and curves, ones I’ve spent countless stolen moments worshiping as I memorize every possible detail.

My hands find the waistband of her leggings and shove them down her luscious thighs. I break the kiss, momentarily ignoring the frustrated whimper that slips from her, and press my lips to her nose before sinking to my knees.

“Don’t worry, Freckles.” Smirking up at her, I hold her hooded gaze and continue to slowly peel her pants down. “You should know by now that I’ll always give you what you need.”

Arianna bites her bottom lip, impatiently kicking the leggings from her ankles.

I run my palms up her thighs, finally breaking our stare off so I can enjoy the view in front of me. Wrapping my hand around her knee, I guide her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me. There’s no holding my groan in at the sight of the wet patch soaking through her silky green underwear.

“Is this all for me, baby?” I muse out loud, trailing a finger along the edge of the fabric. My mouth waters at the building anticipation to taste her again.

It’s rare for my attention to be caught up on one thing, and one thing alone.

The only other time my focus is this lasered in is when I’m on the ice.

The second I skate up to a goal post, the only thing I have eyes for is the puck.

When the game is over, my mind races. Sometimes, it’s overwhelming with how much I do see and hear.

I can’t sit still. The need to be doing something is always humming through my veins.

That’s why I love hockey so much. It quiets my brain.

Just like Arianna does. When she’s around, she’s all I can see. And when she’s like this? There’s nothing that could distract me from her.

She wiggles her hips, clearly annoyed by my pause to appreciate her. My fingers hook into the gusset of her panties, and I pull them to the side, revealing her beautiful pussy to me.

“So fucking wet for me,” I murmur before diving in.

My tongue swipes through her slit and I groan at the taste of her. When my name leaves her lips on a breathless gasp, I do it again. Then I’m lost, feasting on her as she writhes above me. She thrusts her hips against my face, taking every ounce of pleasure I give.

Slowly, I start working two fingers into her dripping entrance. A thud echoes through the dark lounge room, and I glance up to find her head thrown back in ecstasy against the door. Her eyes are squeezed closed, her mouth gaping in a beautiful O shape as she rides my hand and face.

Without looking away from her, I grip her hip in my free hand and still her movements just as I pause my thrusts. Her attention snaps down to me, a frown replacing the bliss on her face.

“Keep those eyes on me, Freckles.” I slowly slide my fingers back inside her. “Let me see what I do to you.”

Her cunt squeezes around my digits, giving away just how much she likes the instruction.

Green eyes shine down at me, unwavering as she listens.

I reward her by crooking my fingers on my next pump, finding the patch of nerves that makes her lashes flutter momentarily.

Arianna’s hips attempt to move again, but I keep her pinned above me as I hold her gaze and pick up my pace.

“Oh God,” Arianna whimpers, struggling to hold my stare, and I smirk.

“No, baby, he has no place here. When I’m the one making you feel like this,” I flick her clit with my thumb and thrust into her once more. “The only name you should be saying is mine.”

She flutters around me, her body quivering as my tongue meets the bundle of nerves while I continue working her to the edge.

“Dean,” she pants out and I reward her by doubling my efforts. “Shit, I’m gonna—”

Me sucking on her clit cuts her off. She falls apart, her orgasm washing over her, all the while she keeps those pretty eyes on me. I swallow every drop she gives me, working her through her release until she’s pushing my face away from her sensitive cunt.

Arianna reaches for me, her thigh falling from my shoulder as she grabs my shirt and tugs me up until she can meet me for a kiss.

Our tongues clash in a heated duel, both of us equally eager for what the other gives.

While I’m completely distracted and lost in her kiss, Ari’s hand slips between us, immediately finding my belt buckle.

Before I can fully process it, her deft fingers have it undone, along with the button and zipper.

Finally, I break away. Resting my forehead against hers, I groan as she grips my aching cock over my boxers. My hips thrust forward, pressing myself into her palm and momentarily losing myself to the sensation. Her hold tightens, stroking down my length before cupping my balls.

“Fuck, Ari.” I bury my face into the side of her neck. My lungs fill with her intoxicating scent. Pressure builds at the base of my spine, and it takes all my control to pull myself from her hold.

I back away just far enough to give me space to grab the condom from my wallet before shoving my pants down to my knees and stepping back into her.

Bending forward, I grab the backs of her thighs and lift, guiding her legs to wrap around my waist. Her back hits the door with a thud, but it doesn’t stop either of us.

My hands find her ass in a bruising grip as I pin her in place.

With one hand holding her in place, I rip the foiled packet between my teeth.

Before I can fumble to get it on, Ari takes it from my lips, pulls the condom out, and grins at me.

Adjusting my hold, I give her space to reach between us and watch as she confidently rolls the condom onto me.

Then the little minx closes her fist around my length, dragging a surprised huff from my lips.

I move quickly, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head as I push against her.

The head of my cock slips between her wet folds and I bite down on her shoulder to stifle my own moan of appreciation.

While the lounge might be empty and all employees should be down on the ice enjoying family skate night, that doesn’t mean people don’t wander away… exactly like Arianna and I did.

Ari wiggles her hips, her free hand clutching at my shoulder to pull me closer as she whispers a breathless plea.

Thrusting along her entrance, I coat my aching dick in her arousal while watching her face relax into euphoric bliss.

She nods, fingers digging into my bicep so hard, I have no doubt the imprint of her nails will be there for hours.

The wrist I still have pinned above her head flexes and pushes against my palm, but I hold her in place as the head of my cock notches at her entrance.

As I slowly work my length into her, the moan that spills from her lips is anything but quiet.

“Shh, baby,” I chastise, leaning in to lightly kiss the corner of her lips as I continue to ease into her warm cunt. “Sounds like that are bound to attract someone’s attention.”

The way she flutters around my cock tells me just how much the idea of getting caught excites her. I know her well enough to understand it’s not that she actually wants to be caught or even to be seen. It’s simply the thrill that comes from sneaking around.

Kissing along her jaw, I pause at the shell of her ear, nipping the lobe gently between my teeth before whispering, “As much as I love them, those sounds are for my ears only.”

I finally bottom out, pausing to breathe through the death grip her pussy has on me.

“Goddamn, woman, I could die right here, and I would pass on having been the luckiest man in the world.”

Arianna laughs, the movement causing her cunt to flutter around my length.

“No dying allowed,” she murmurs while attempting to shift her hips against me. “Only fucking.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I pull out until only the tip remains and pause to capture her lips with mine before thrusting back in. Greedily, I swallow every noise she makes while finding a steady rhythm. She meets my every move, grating herself against me so each inward stroke is met with her clit grinding against my pelvis.

I’m unrelenting as we move together. Every flutter and clench only drags me closer to the edge that I know she’s teetering on. Those telltale tingles form at my lower back, and my balls draw tight as I try to hold back the inevitable release.

“I need you to come, baby.” Loosening my hold on her arm, I bring her wrist to my lips and place a gentle kiss there before directing her hand to my other shoulder.

With my now free hand, I grab her waist and tilt her hips away from the door, forcing her shoulder blades to press against the wood, then slam into her.

She nods frantically at the new angle, keeping her lips squeezed tightly together as she holds on to me. It only takes a few more thrusts before I’m barely holding on by a thin thread. Wrapping an arm around her waist for support, I reach between us and find her clit.

Arianna lurches forward, burying her face into the crook of my neck to muffle her sounds.

I continue stroking her clit while my movements become staggered.

Her pussy flutters around my cock just as her teeth dig into my flesh and I come with a strangled groan.

I gentle my touch, dragging out her orgasm with one final thrust. My dick jerks, the release seeming to last forever as she clenches around me.

Sagging forward, I drop my forehead to her shoulder, lazily kissing the exposed skin.

Using the door for support and keeping Ari trapped in place while we both catch our breaths.

It’s another minute or two before she shimmies against me, attempting to dislodge from my hold.

With one last deep breath, I reluctantly let my sensitive cock slip from her and carefully guide her legs down so she can stand.

Arianna presses onto her tiptoes, quickly stealing a kiss before ducking out from my hold. I sigh, disposing the condom in the trash bin close by before turning to watch her every move as I tuck myself away and fix my pants.

“Is my hair messed up?” she asks while finishing pulling her leggings up. My eyes track over the strands of hair that escaped her ponytail and I grin.

“You look hot as hell.” My smile only grows when she rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t hide the way the corner of her lips twitches. “But if you’re asking if you looked like you just got fucked against a door, then yes.”

She scowls, her nose scrunching adorably as she reaches up to rip the hair tie from her hair, and works on fixing the ponytail. Once that’s done, her hands drop to her hips as she turns to me again.

“Better?”

I shrug, closing the distance between us, and wrap an arm around her waist to haul her against me. “I thought you looked perfect the way you were.”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting to go back to my brother looking like I just had sex.”

My chest tightens at the mention of her brother.

Landon has been my best friend since I joined the team six years ago.

It was his second year on the Bobcats and he took it upon himself to make me feel welcome.

Since then, we’ve spent most of our free time together.

He’s the only one who knows a little bit of what I’ve been through with losing my family and he didn’t hesitate to invite me into his.

We spend every holiday together. If his family goes on vacation or has a party, his mom texts me directly to make sure I’m coming.

With how close he and Arianna are, it’s no surprise that she and I connected as well.

Until last year’s Christmas party when we both had way too much eggnog and crossed the line.

Arianna had just announced that she was moving back to Tampa, having found a better paying job that allowed her to work from wherever.

She had already gone house hunting and was ready to celebrate the new chapter of her life, and I was all too eager to party with her.

I try to ignore the twinge of guilt for hooking up with my best friend’s little sister and focus on bending down to steal another kiss. She gives in easily, sliding her hands up and around my neck to hold me in place.

Much too quickly, she pulls away with a sigh.

“We should get back before Landon comes looking for us.” Yet Arianna doesn’t move away. Bending forward, I capture her lips once more.

I can feel the way she smiles into the kiss, the way her fingers grip the fabric of my shirt as she clings to me.

When she finally pulls away, she completely untangles herself from my arms and straightens her sweater out.

“Last time, right?” she asks, voicing the words I refuse to accept.

Arianna isn’t ready to face the fact that she is so much more than a sneaky hookup to me. She’s the light in every room, and I’ll do or say whatever to stay in her orbit.

In this case, it means not scaring her off with how hard I’ve fallen for her. I’ll take her stolen moments rather than risk losing her completely.

Instead of answering her, I unlock the door and pull it open. I flash her a wide smile, shoving my desires and fears of losing her deep down, and motion for her to lead the way.