Chapter 27
Lucky
I think it’s safe to say that most men aren’t all up in their feelings much of the time. It’s true that mine have always centered around my family and hockey.
But sitting on the ice with Winnie, baring our souls… it created something inside me that I can’t quite name. I feel charged and there’s a magnetic heat swirling around us.
It’s why Buttermilk is secured in his pen so he can’t get destructive while we’re otherwise occupied. It feels like a live wire snaps between us whenever I kiss her.
Her lips open to me, her tongue tangling with mine, and every part of me roars to life with a hunger I couldn’t fake if I tried.
Her bed is the center of the action, the blanket long ago pushed to the floor.
I frame her face with both hands, kissing her like I need her to breathe.
Her hands roam over my chest and stomach, my muscles tightening as she traces the lines of my abs.
The anticipation of her touching my cock is heightened when her fingers drag back up.
Such a tease and it does something feral to me.
Her touch is seductively bold and painfully coy, and I want more of it.
All of it.
I grip her hips and haul her tight against me. She gasps when my body presses flush with hers, my arousal landing right where she’s already warm and wanting. That sound she makes, like she’s desperate, shoots straight through me.
“Lucky,” she moans.
“What do you need?” I whisper, nipping at her jaw.
“I don’t know,” she gasps, squirming in my embrace.
I know and I’ll give it to her.
We kiss harder, more frantically—each pause just long enough to whisper dirty words.
My shirt hits the floor, then her tank top.
She fights with my jeans, her feet helping to shove them down, and I laugh into her mouth when we nearly topple off the bed in our urgency.
Every time a barrier comes off, we dive right back in, kissing like we’ve never had anything so good in our lives.
When I finally remove her bra, I’m breathing like I’ve just come off a shift on the ice. With her panties gone… naked. Both of us.
Winnie stares at me. Her eyes lock on my cock and she whispers, “That is magnificent.”
I can’t help but laugh—deep, rumbling and it feels good to have fun in bed with a woman. “It’s all yours, baby.”
The look she gives me… it’s like my words hit a switch. Her gaze drops between us again, lingering on me with a mix of awe and hunger. I didn’t think it possible, but I grow harder yet.
She swallows, then whispers, “I like to think of it as an adventure.”
I snort and lean in to brush my nose along hers. “The Lucky roller coaster. I know you can take it.”
“I can totally take it,” she purrs, tracing her fingers along my jaw. “I’ve got a toy about that size and—”
I choke on a groan, loud and unfiltered, cutting her off. “Winnie… for fuck’s sake. You’re my sweet, innocent, reserved girl. You can’t say things like that.”
She laughs, eyes sparkling with mischief and then she reaches between us. Her hand wraps around me and my breath freezes. The way she strokes—yeah, I’ve never been harder in my life.
Nor as focused on getting her off. I push her hand aside and although she issues a sound of dismay, it warbles away as I move down her body.
I settle between her thighs and push her legs wider.
Her eyes are luminous with lust. I drag my fingertips gently through her soft curls and then look up at her.
I dip one finger inside and feel how ready she is. Her eyes flutter closed. “You’re so fucking wet.”
She smirks as she blinks her eyes open. “Your fault.”
I slide in another finger and twist, feeling her body arch. When I pull out, she emits a desperate sound that might haunt me in the best way.
I nudge her legs farther apart, duck down, and bury my face between her thighs. The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out, high, sharp, raw. She covers her face with both hands, like even the sound embarrasses her.
I smile against her—tongue, lips, fingers, all of it getting in on the action. She tastes incredible. She tastes like Winnie.
Her hips rock, her hands claw at the sheet and then my hair. I give her everything, and when her orgasm hits, it rips through her so hard I can feel it in the tension of her thighs around my head.
But I’m not done.
She pants, eyes glassy. “I need you inside me…”
I pull back just long enough to say, “Not yet. One more.”
She starts to say no, but I dive right back down and the sound becomes strangled.
I have to work a little harder for this one, and I might actually draw it out in a torturous way, but by the time I finally crawl back up her body, she’s absolutely wrecked.
I watch her watch me as I roll on the condom. She looks shattered. We don’t break the connection—eyes pinned to each other. I stroke myself slowly and let the need show on my face. No pretending. I want her so much it hurts, and I want her to see it.
The lust is still there in her hazel eyes, but the tenderness… it rips through me as hard as her orgasms did her.
I lower my body and kiss her with everything I have, my hand cradling her face. With the other, I line myself up and ease in just enough to settle against her entrance. Her body welcomes me, stretching slowly as I rock my hips forward, a little at a time.
Winnie moans into my mouth.
Bit by bit, I press deeper, taking my time. I kiss her through every slow push, feeling her body pulse around me, stretch to accommodate. Every sound she makes, every little tremor, drives me higher.
“You okay?” I ask softly, pulling back to see her eyes.
“More,” she whispers with urgency.
God, I love that. Knowing that her need is as great as mine.
“You take me so good,” I rumble, kissing her again.
When I’m all the way in, I go still, letting her adjust. My lips brush her ear. “You feel so fucking good, I think I’ll stay right here forever.”
She giggles and it’s not grating the way it sounds on some women. It’s adorable and sweet and I want to hear it always.
I start to move. Slow. Measured. Letting her feel every inch as I glide out and back in. Her body arches into me, and I time each thrust to hit just right, angled to brush that spot that makes her gasp. I fuck her with measure, feel her squeeze around me like she’s desperately trying to hold me in.
“Oh, Lucky,” she whispers so lightly, I barely hear it.
“Yeah.” I drop my forehead to hers. “That’s it, baby.”
Her muscles flutter around me, and I go still to give her a chance to catch her breath. She’s in a daze, lost to everything.
“Let’s try something different.”
Her eyes snap open, lips curving into a smirk. “Like what?”
Instead of answering, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach.
She lets out a sound of surprise until I guide her up onto her knees and spread her open from behind.
I look down at Winnie like this—her neck twisted and longing on her face—and I have to take a second to breathe through a sudden burst of raw need and lust that makes me feel like I’m losing control.
“Tell me if this is too much,” I say, voice rough with need.
She’s not scared or put off, and in fact, she leans her ass toward me. It’s all the invitation I need.
I line myself up again and push in, slow but steady. Her body welcomes me again, eager and ready. My grip tightens on her hips.
“God, Winnie…” I grunt as the pressure inside me increases.
She pushes back into me with a hungry sound that threatens my sanity.
“Be patient,” I murmur, then smooth my hand up her back, over her spine. She gives a soft sigh just before I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her head back gently. Her back bows, tilting her hips perfectly for me.
I snap my hips forward.
We both grunt.
I do it again. Harder.
Winnie braces against the headboard, hand flat against the wood, meeting me every time I drive into her, and my head spins.
“That’s it,” I groan. “Hold on, baby… I’m gonna make this sweet body mine.”
Her words hit the air like a spark. “Please, please, please…”
I don’t let up. Her name pours out of me between strokes, her body tight and pulsing, drawing me deeper.
“You feel…” I grit out, “like you were made for me.”
She gasps, laughing through a moan. “You say the sweetest things.”
“I’ve got plenty more,” I promise—and then I give her everything.
The sounds between us will replay in my memory over and over again. I’ll use them to get off when I’m alone, thinking about her… this.
Moans, skin, breath, movement and rhythm. Pure, primal connection.
“I think… maybe…” Her words cut off as I slam into her.
“What do you think?” I demand, fingers digging into her hips.
“I think… I’m gonna come again,” she moans, almost in disbelief.
That’s all I need. I reach around, find her clit, and give the gentlest pinch.
Winnie breaks apart, my name echoing off the walls as she shudders through her strongest orgasm yet.
I get that part of it is pride in what I’ve done to her and part of it is that she feels so fucking good, but I hurtle over the edge.
I pull her tight to me and surge deep, grinding into her as I come.
It’s a rush, overwhelming and perfect.
“Fuck… Winnie,” I groan into her neck. “Just… fuck.”
We collapse to the mattress, my cock still buried inside her and our sweaty bodies pressed together. My heartbeat races out of control and I need a minute.
Or forever.
I wrap my arms around her, not ready to let go.
“That was perfect,” she murmurs sleepily.
“Yes, it was.”