13. Reese
Winnie’s whimpers are the best sound I’ve ever heard. Her hand flies to her mouth, and she shoots a desperate look back at me.
I flick my eyes to Sawyer, and seeing the heat behind mine, he dips his chin and makes a scene about being tired and how he has to get to bed. I felt the same until I walked in here and saw Winnie looking like she just ran three miles. Turns out my girl was just horned up from seeing me dominate.
The guys have always mentioned how girls thought it was hot, but I never cared because they weren’t Winnie. Knowing she thinks me wrecking guys on the ice is hot makes me want to throw down with my friends right now. See how horny I can make her without even touching her. But my dick is hard and throbbing, and I’m not giving either guy the opportunity to see her come.
“Ready for bed. What about you?” Sawyer’s asking Beckett, but I answer as if it’s directed to me.
“Nah, not yet.”
Winnie shimmies her ass, and I clamp on to her hips, halting her movements. The need to come burns low in my back, and if she doesn’t stop, we are going to have a mess on our hands.
“Beckett,” Sawyer snaps.
“What? Nah, man, the game is just getting good.”
Fucking hell, Boog.
I knock my knee into his. It’s not a secret to Winnie that I’m trying to get rid of them. I think she’s at the point that if I didn’t make them leave, she would.
“What?” Beckett looks back at me, and I nod toward Winnie, who is pretending to watch the game, but I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy. It’s driving me mad. He looks up to her and then back to me. His eyes drop momentarily to my dick pressing against my shorts, and his jaw slacks. “Actually, yeah. Bed. So tired.”
He trails after Sawyer, only dispersing when they get to their rooms.
Winnie sags against me, and her legs fall open on either side of me. I drag my hand from her thigh up to cup her pussy over her jeans.
“Fuuuuck, baby. Your jeans are soaked.”
“I’m so horny.”
Fuck. Me.
What I wouldn’t give to plow into her right now, but I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long, I can’t just jump into it. She might have worked herself up watching me play, but I didn’t get to partake in any of the fun of making the mess in her pants.
And that’s not okay.
Forget the point system. If Reese stops touching me right now, I’m going to explode.
“Take these jeans off, baby. Let me see you.”
I scramble off his lap because, right now, I don’t care how desperate I look or sound. I turn so I can see his face and am happy with how desperate he looks too. His dick is hard as he strokes his hand up and down over his shorts.
“Now, Winnie.” His jaw tenses, and he flicks his heated eyes to me. “Please.”
I work at my fanny pack, belt, and, finally, jeans until I’m able to push them down my thighs.
“I appreciate you being a nice guy, but right now, I want you to boss me around and—” I bite my lip, not believing what’s about to come out of my mouth, but when he leans forward, lifts his sweatshirt off my body, and drops a kiss to my bare stomach while still looking at me, I blurt it out. “I want you to use The Rapture on me.”
His lashes flutter, and he pulls back, a smile on his face that tenses my stomach. His usually hazel eyes are nearly black when they meet mine. “You really shouldn’t have said that, baby. I’m not the boy I was when we had sex the first time.” He pushes to his full height, now towering over me. “I’m a man—a hungry one. And the only thing I want to eat right now”—his gaze drops down my body—“is you.”