Chapter 34
GARRETT
Liam’s neck and shoulder didn’t take too long to have mercy on him.
The muscle relaxers helped him sleep that night.
The next day he’d been stiff, but a million times better.
He’d sat for a practice, and the following day, he was back to his morning skate and then a game that night, playing his usual minutes at his usual speed.
He was back to himself on and off the ice.
Especially off the ice.
“Fuck, yeah,” he panted as I rode his dick after the game. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, just like that.”
I grabbed the headboard for some support (and leverage) and kept up my hard, fast pace, losing my breath every time he slammed himself home. “Oh my God,” I whined. “Don’t stop…” I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward. “Jesus…”
He moaned, which was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever heard. His strong hands had death grips on my hips, and he thrust up into me every time I came down.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered. “Ungh, this time I don’t just… don’t just get to see you come.” He gasped for breath. “Get to feel it. Get it all over me.”
I shivered, goose bumps springing up along my spine as his words and his dick hauled me closer and closer to the brink.
“That’s it,” he mumbled. “Come on me. While I’m in you.”
I gasped and threw my head back, and then his fingers were around my dick, and he pumped me for all he was worth as I rode him hard. “Jesus, Liam…”
“God, yeah,” he breathed. “Come on, baby. Ride me. Ride me good.”
Oh, I did. Every thrust took me closer to the stratosphere, and Liam’s filthy mouth just sent me higher.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” He grabbed my hips in those strong hands of his and thrust up hard until he gasped and arched, and then he came, and I just watched in wonder as he fell apart beneath me.
His helpless cries echoed off the high ceilings and reverberated through me, and every muscle in his abs were starkly defined as he pounded up into me like he might get just a little bit deeper.
All at once, he exhaled and sank back onto the bed. “Holy…”
Oh, wow, what a sight. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of seeing Liam St. Clair laid out beneath me, sweaty and shaking and flushed as he came down from the orgasm I’d given him. So damn heady.
His eyelids fluttered open, and though he’d come, there was still plenty of fire left in his eyes.
“Change of plans,” he said breathlessly. “Get up here and fuck my mouth.”
Oh, he didn’t have to tell me twice. I lifted myself up off his dick, gasping as he slid free. Then I moved up and pushed my own dick between his eager lips in the same moment he pushed two fingers into my well-fucked hole. Holy hell, I was in heaven.
“Oh my God,” I whimpered as I rocked back and forth, carefully fucking his mouth as he mercilessly fingered my ass.
I’d been close already from riding him, but this?
Jesus. He knew exactly how to get me there.
I didn’t try to hold back at all—I chased my orgasm on his hand and in his mouth, his moans driving me on, and I let him haul me right over the edge.
Grabbing the headboard again, I shouted as I came on his eager tongue, and he kept me going until I damn near collapsed from pure bliss.
I slumped over him, still gripping the headboard. “Whoa…”
Liam let my cock slide from his lips, and he grinned up at me. “My sentiments exactly.” He withdrew his fingers, making me gasp just like he had when I’d lifted off him. “I love making you come like that.”
“You’re so good at it,” I slurred. “Fuck…”
He chuckled and kissed my inner thigh, which should not have made me shiver that hard.
When I could hold myself upright, I eased down beside him to catch my breath. Liam held me close to him, kissing my forehead and my temples while I panted in his arms.
“You’re amazing,” I whispered. “At everything.”
He bent to kiss my lips. “Likewise.”
I just smiled and kissed him again. We drew it out for a moment, enjoying the afterglow with long, lazy kisses and soft touches. When the dust had finally settled and I was confident I could trust my legs, we stumbled out of bed to clean ourselves up.
And finally, I was in what had quickly become my favorite place in the world—wrapped up in Liam’s arms in the middle of his bed. We lay like that for a long time, just holding each other and kissing now and then.
After a while, we separated and turned on our sides, facing each other. As he got comfortable, Liam tipped his head to one side, then the other, as if stretching out a crick.
Alarm surged through me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed his neck, then eased back onto the pillow. “That angle was just a little…”
“It’s not from the other day?”
He shook his head. “No. It’s… I guess it’s like when you’re on your knees too long and things get tired?”
I frowned. “But your neck—we could’ve changed positions if—”
Liam kissed me into silence, and when he drew back, he smiled. “I’m fine, and being a little stiff is totally worth making you come like that.”
I shivered, goose bumps springing up all over my body at the memory of him driving me into oblivion. “Nobody has ever made me come like you do.”
Oh, he’d earned the right to a grin that cocky, and I couldn’t help chuckling. He did the same, and we slid closer, running our hands up and down each other’s waists.
“I’m so glad we finally got to fuck again,” he said. “I’ve been losing my mind.”
“Me too.”
He swept his tongue across his lips, which were still faintly swollen. “Worth the wait. Totally.”
“It was, but I also meant what I said.” I kissed him softly before settling onto the pillow facing him. “The sex is amazing, but that’s not the only thing that’s got me driving over here at every opportunity.”
Liam’s soft smile made me weak. “The sex helps, though, right?”
I laughed. “I mean, when I get a text like that, I’m not going to say no.”
He chuckled and reeled me in closer, and for a long time, we lost ourselves in lazily kissing.
I’d damn near had a hard-on the whole drive here from the arena.
We’d seen each other outside the locker room after the game, and I’d been so fucking turned on just from the way he’d looked at me.
Then, halfway to the parking garage, my phone had pinged, and somehow I’d known before I looked that it was from him.
And still, I’d almost dropped the damn thing when I read what he’d sent.
Liam
Come over and ride my dick. Please.
Sir, yes, sir.
And now here we were, thoroughly satisfied and wrung out, naked beneath the covers. Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
“Are you going to be able to move tomorrow?” I asked.
He chuckled, stroking my hair. “I’ll be fine. Are you going to be able to sit?”
I shrugged. “Eh, it’ll be a nice distraction during the morning staff meeting.”
God, I loved the way he laughed. His smile was so beautiful, and his eyes sparkled with mischief. “Won’t you get in trouble if you’re distracted?”
“Only if someone important catches on.” I brushed my lips across his. “I’ll be fine. And it’ll be totally worth it, anyway.” Sobering a little, I caressed his cheek. “Even if I was sore as hell, I’m just glad we got to spend some time together.”
“Me too.” He kissed me lightly. “It really will be better during the off season.”
“I know it will. And right now…” I half-shrugged and grinned. “I mean, I get to watch you play hockey. I can’t really complain about that.”
He graced me with another beautiful laugh as he drew me in close. We couldn’t stay in this bed forever, and I knew that. That was okay, though. We were here now, wrapped up in each other, warm and satisfied, with nowhere else to be.
In a few short months, the season would be over we’d be able to spend even more time like this.
I couldn’t wait.
“Everyone in my mom group says this stroller is a pain in the ass.” Jasmine gestured at one of about a dozen strollers lined up in the sales display. “It’s hard to fold and doesn’t steer very well.”
Chris nodded along as she spoke. “Okay, so we don’t want that one, then.” He chewed his lip, then turned to me. “What do you think?”
“Uh.” I came around the shopping cart I’d been leaning on and peered at what was available, pretending not to notice the vague aches from last night.
I felt weird about this, shopping for baby stuff with them the day after I’d been in Liam’s bed.
I loved being able to join them for this, and I was thrilled they wanted me to be involved, but there was a ball of guilt roiling in my stomach.
Unaware of my conscience beating me up, Chris gestured at one of the strollers. “Do we need to be able to carry that much stuff on a stroller? Like I know there’s a diaper bag and all, but this seems like a mini SUV.”
I chuckled nervously. “I mean, you do want some room to carry stuff, but if you find yourself in a place you can’t take the stroller, you’ll have to carry it.
Yourself.” Shaking my head, I added, “If you’ve got the extra space, it’ll be tempting to bring extra stuff, but the first time you have to play pack mule… ”
They both grimaced.
“Okay, maybe not one with all the extra space.” Jasmine looked up and down the row. “Is there one that’s just, like, big enough for the diaper bag without”—she gestured at the monstrosity they’d rejected—“being that big?”
I walked up and down the row, inspecting each one and resolutely ignoring the way my hip twinged every time I took a step.
It had been fine, being distracted by those pleasant aches and pains during this morning’s staff meeting and while I’d been working in my office.
It had made me chuckle to myself when I’d walked through the plant to talk to some members of the quality control team.
During that painfully long Zoom call where our CFO had rambled on about fuck knew what, all I’d had to do was lean back in my chair, and I went right back to last night.
It was a hell of a way to zone out during a bullshit meeting that could’ve been an email.