Chapter 36
Halle
“Ahh, fuck, Cherry. You’re perfect,” Dane says reverently, positioning his cock at my entrance and then guiding himself inside. It takes me a bit to adjust to his size, and I wince inaudibly as my walls stretch and tighten around him. “Are you okay? Need me to stop?”
You’d think that never having another lover outside of Dane years ago would make me a bit rusty and uncoordinated, but as they say, it’s just like riding a bike. And honestly, Dane does most of the work with his athletic physique and prowess.
I reach up and bite his lower lip, tugging on it before letting go.
“Keep going. I’m good.”
He’s so commanding yet gentle that it brings tears to the edges of my eyes. The confidence he instills in me and the appreciation he demonstrates for my body is a reminder that I am a sexy woman. A wanted woman. Not just a mom, sister, or daughter.
I am his for the taking.
It’s the first time I’ve felt him inside me without a condom, and it is unreal.
I trail my fingernails down the column of his spine, scouring over the contours of taut muscles that flex and lead to his fabulous butt.
It’s so true what they say. Dane is proof that hockey butts are the best.
He thrusts inside me, my walls gripping his steely cock in a tight vice, and I draw my knees up to bring him deeper. A sexy growl of appreciation vibrates from his chest.
“It feels so good to be inside you again, Cherry,” he murmurs into my ear, his breath fanning through my hair. He picks up his pace, hips driving forward and back, and holds nothing back.
Our eyes lock, intensity electrifying between us. He hovers over me, and the momentum slows. Then his hips stop rocking when he thrusts inside to the hilt, hitting me deep in my core.
“That night when you touched yourself for me… fuck, baby. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He reaches behind and snags my wrist, raising it above my head. “But tonight, that honor is all mine.”
He slips the other hand between us and finds my needy clit, circling it with practiced measure.
I buck into him, seeking the pleasure out, and he huffs out a heady breath.
“I want you to come again, baby. I want you to see stars and scream my name.”
Dane draws his thumb in tight strokes over my sensitive clit, and a tidal wave of pleasure builds deep in my core. He continues to undulate his hips, faster and harder, lodging inside me so deep I do see stars.
I slip my fingers through his and squeeze his hand hard as my climax crests, sending wave after glorious wave slamming through me.
I’m completely oblivious to how loud I am when I cry out in pleasure. But in this blissed-out state, I can scarcely consider the consequences.
A slow, sexy smirk spreads across his full lips, and his heavy eyes regard me with something I can’t name.
He dips his head and fits his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply before rearing back. His eyes close, and he pants out choppy breaths. I swing my legs around his waist, hooking my ankles against his lower back to facilitate a closer connection as his bulk and weight press against me.
And oh, my word. It feels so good that a husky sound I don’t even recognize shudders up from my chest.
“Fuck, Cherry.” He makes a strangled noise, and I feel his body tighten when he erupts, pulsing his release inside me.
Contentment steals over me while he rolls off me and onto his back, fitting me underneath his outstretched arm.
Something awakens inside me as I curl into his chest, burying myself in his warmth and masculine scent. My heart lurches and I bask in the sensation of being held.
I tilt my head up to peer at Dane, who breathes in deep and even breaths, his eyes closed, a look of contentment on his face.
“You’re staring.”
I jerk away and bury my face into his side. He chuckles but lifts my chin with his thumb and finger, so our eyes meet again.
The question has been stirring inside my head since something he said earlier. It’s a humiliating need to know, even though I’m scared of the truth.
“Can I ask you something?”
Dane runs a hand over the top of my head, brushing the wild hair from my eyes. Amusement bubbles in his tone.
“If the question is whether we can go again right now, the answer is, give me five minutes to rebound.”
“I’m being serious here,” I grouse, pinching his side—which is difficult to do because the skin is so hard over his ribs. But I get my point across with it anyhow.
Then I run my finger along the smooth center of his torso, stopping at his navel, circling it, and returning the journey back to his pecs.
“Is the sex you’ve had with other”—I swallow and feel a blush rise over my face—“women the same? I mean, does it feel the same way?”
He pins me with a wicked and teasing grin. “Is it like this with the other men you’ve been with, Cherry?”
The bitter truth gets lodged in the back of my throat, and I cough.
Do I come clean and tell the honest but embarrassing truth about my nonexistent sex life? Or laugh it off like this is totally chill and just another day in the life of me.
“Well?” he prods, shifting to his side to face me, both our heads sharing the pillow, noses and mouths inches apart.
His fingers gently feather over my collarbone, my shoulder, and then down the slope of my arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
This intimacy is so nice. We rarely, if ever, had this opportunity in the past, moments where we could enjoy each other’s company post-coital.
We were usually in a car or a location where we could’ve been discovered.
I suppose the same applies now, but in this case, it wouldn’t be my dad or brothers who would barge in. It would be a sweet little girl who would ask a whole lot of questions about why her friend Ax is naked in my bed.
The blush deepens. Dane brushes hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear.
Okay, here goes nothing.
“I don’t have any other experience to compare it to. You’ve been the only one.”
His head rears back and his nose scrunches. “Seriously?”
“Yes.” I push my face into the pillow and cover my head with my hand.
“Hey, don’t do that.” He places his hands on my shoulders and rolls me back over, prying my thighs open with his knee to position said erection between my legs. “I think it’s fucking hot, and makes me hard knowing it.”
He lowers his lips to mine and kisses me deeply and thoroughly. “What’s embarrassing to me is that I went through one after another, trying to find something I couldn’t.”
I peer up at him with wide eyes. “What was that?”
Dane skims my cheek with his thumb and then rolls it over my lips. I shiver at the touch.
“I was always looking for you.”
* * *
“That’s all it took?” Carmy chokes out in disbelief, squawking at the pitch a prepubescent boy’s voice. “Cookies?”
I cover my mouth to stifle the giggle.
“He had you at his mad baking skills?”
I adjust my position in bed and pull the sheet up to my chin, allowing the thoughts of the sex I had with Dane to drift back through my head.
I had wanted to talk privately with Carm, so I called her early this morning before Lenni woke up. I was bursting at the seams to share all the sexy bits and details about my night with Dane.
And heavenly biscuits, what a night it was.
I clench my thighs together to rid myself of the ache that remains from the aftereffects of last night. From the delicious and dirty fucking Dane gave me.
This wasn’t the eighteen-year-old horny hockey boy I once knew. This was a man who’d grown and matured. Who had gained patience and endurance and learned some impressive techniques and tricks along the way.
I sigh. “It was more than the fact that he spent the day baking with us, Carm. Not only was he so sweet with Lenni, but oh my God, what he did to my body. I completely forgot I was someone’s mother and let that man do things to me that make me blush. He should receive an award for giving orgasms.”
“Oh, yeah?” She tips her head, a sassy gleam in her eye. “How many, Hal?”
“I lost count after three.”
She whistles. “Damn, girl. He’s come a long way since your first time.”
“Trust me, he’s as good with his stick in bed as he is out on the ice.”
“Atta girl. It’s about time you get to experience the amazing sex you deserve.”
We chat for a little while longer until Carmen says she needs to get ready to go to a study group, then make plans to talk later in the week. I’d asked her to come for Lenni’s birthday party, but she’s unable to get away right now, but promises to come visit over the holidays.
I roll to my side and set the phone back on the cradle, hoping Lenni will sleep in today so I can relax a while longer. Truth is, I need the rest because I did not sleep a wink in this bed with Dane.
The way he touched me left me breathless and restless for surrender of my body. He explored my breasts. My face. My stomach. My pussy. My entire body is craving its next hit of the Ax. I chuckle at my own humor and begin to doze off as I remember last night in bed with Dane.