35. Reese
The first day I saw Winnie was not that day she got her first camera like she thinks. It was the day they moved in across the street. She was playing with her mom and caught my attention. That was also the first time Winnie smiled at me. I couldn’t explain it back then—hell, I still don’t really know how—but something clicked inside me that day, and I knew Winnie was special.
Now, looking at my girl walk in, that same feeling hits me like a fucking moving truck. That same feeling, along with a whole lot of horniness when I am able to move past her teasing smile to see what she’s wearing. Instantly, my dick solidifies at the sexy red dress pasted to her like a second skin. It’s long enough to be classy for the restaurant but short enough, with a little slit on one side, to drive me wild.
The room goes fucking silent at the girls walking in. Emma, Laney, and two others I don’t bother to look at because they aren’t next to Winnie, but I think they are girlfriends to the other players.
Forty Timberwolves look ready to strike and capture their dinner for the night. Lucky for me, I have a cub who willingly crawls into my cave. More puck bunnies file in behind the other girls, and the buzz in the room intensifies. My buddies shift, itching to claim the girl they want. This is how it’s always been after games, but usually, I’m not a part of it. Now I get the best one. Except Winnie is hot and knows about hockey—the best of both worlds.
Slow and steady really does win the race.
I can’t take my eyes off her the entire walk across the crowded restaurant, and I don’t know what part to stare at. Her taunting smile is enough to make me want to lay her on the table and take her in front of everyone, let them know who she belongs to, but then there are her tits. Perfectly framed by the red satin. And dipping lower, my eyes snag on her stomach, and pride blooms inside my chest. My baby is in there. My favorite girl is growing my second favorite girl as we speak, and I’m so fucking lucky. Then her legs, fuck. Winnie has always had really nice legs, and the black heels are only making them look better.
No way I’m lasting all of dinner without taking her.
She slips next to me, her usually sweet scent even stronger than usual. I lean in, taking a deep smell of her throat, then kiss the same place as it bobs beneath my lips.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” I open my mouth and sink my teeth into the tender flesh, just until she wiggles with discomfort. Moving back to see my work, I smirk at the teeth prints that’ll be there for a little while, letting whoever looks at her know she’s taken.
Winnie’s wild eyes bounce around the table, I’m sure looking at our audience, but I can’t be bothered to pull my eyes from her.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She turns her eyes back to me and looks down my torso. I’m not in a full suit, but I’m still wearing a white dress shirt, green tie, and gray slacks. “The hat really pulls it all together.”
“I know.”
She giggles and swats at my chest. “If we get married, are you going to wear a hat then, too?”
Her eyes round and her mouth falls open like she can’t believe she just said that. I, on the other hand, can’t believe she said if. As if there is any chance we don’t end up married in the end. Silly girl.
I wrap my arm around her small waist and tug her tightly to my front, then lower my lips to her ear. She shivers, and her skin prickles with goosebumps.
“When, baby, and yes. I’ll wear a hat because I know how wet it makes you when I do.”
Winnie’s eyes drop to my lips, and she leans forward. Our lips are centimeters away from meeting when Sawyer nudges me.
I shoot daggers in his direction for interrupting our moment. “What?”
“Amy has to pee again.”
Of course she fucking does. Amy is already getting on my last nerve, and it started with her telling me Winnie said to go without her. I knew that was a lie right away. Amy might be able to manipulate Sawyer, but it’s not going to work on me.
We step aside, and Amy brushes past. I don’t miss how she looks at Winnie or the way Winnie gives her the fakest smile that falls as soon as she passes.
Looking back at Sawyer, Winnie asks, “Are you aware your girlfriend is actually the worst?”
He rolls his eyes, but his jaw is locked tight. “I’m aware.”
“Good, because she’s awful. Called me a puck bunny. Me!” Winnie tosses her arms up. She shoves by Sawyer and crawls onto the bench seat. I step right behind her because her dress is short, and I’m not letting anyone get a free show of my girl’s ass. Again.
Sawyer drops into the end of the seat, pouting on his own. His eyes flick across the table, and he stiffens. Following his gaze, I find Laney talking with another guy on our team, Westen. He’s a rookie and also a goalie, just like Sawyer. Nice enough kid, but it’s obvious Sawyer isn’t thinking about how nice he is right now.
I shake my head and turn to focus on my girl. One day Sawyer is going to realize.
Winnie has her back to me, chatting away with Gavin. I scowl, probably looking pretty similar to Sawyer right about now. The difference is, I slip my arm around her body and tug her to my chest. I can do that, and Sawyer can’t.
Gavin cocks an eyebrow, and Winnie giggles against my chest, her whole body shaking.
“Gavin was telling me about the fundraiser in three weeks and how his date already got her dress because she was asked weeks ago.” Winnie’s eyes narrow, and I know I fucked up.
It’s not that I wasn’t going to ask her, but until three days ago, we weren’t even speaking. The goal was always to go with her, but I was giving her time. The plan was to just show up at her house and kidnap her if necessary.
“Are you upset I didn’t ask you, Win?”
She doesn’t need to say anything; I see it all over her face.
I tug her into my body and drop my lips to the bend of her neck. She tilts her head, and I kiss my way up to her ear. Smelling Winnie so intently is making my cock fucking ache.
“Silly girl.” I nip at her ear. “I fuck you. I talk my coach into hiring you just so I can be around you. I tell you that you’re my girlfriend.” I drag my hand from her thigh, teasing the inside with my fingertips, and then place it on her lower stomach. “And my baby is growing inside of you at this very moment.”
“But you didn’t ask.” Her voice is breathy and blows across my face.
“It wasn’t a question of whether you were coming with me, baby. Just like it’s not if we are going to get married. It’s a matter of when.”
Winnie sags against my front and whimpers into my neck. “I thought maybe you didn’t want me to go with you because I might be showing.”
Oh, silly, naive girl.
I grip her wrist and drag her out of the booth, much to Amy’s dismay, like she wasn’t the one making us move five hundred times before. Winnie tugs on my arm behind me, but I ignore her.
Sawyer reaches out and grabs my free wrist to stop me. “Coach is going to be pissed if you make us wait to order.”
“Get me the steak.” I glance over my shoulder to Winnie. “Get her the lobster mac and cheese.” I pause, remembering something about pregnant women not being allowed to eat seafood. I’ll have to do more research on that later, but right now, I have one thing on my mind. “Actually, get her the same as me, but make hers medium.”
He slaps my back, and I continue toward the bathrooms. I debate my options and push into the family one. It’s just the hockey team here tonight, so this should be the safest bet.
I let go of Winnie and flick the lock on the door. Turning, I take in my girl nervously shifting across the room and the tight little number hugging her body. Her stomach is still flat, but the thought of her thinking I wouldn’t want to be seen with her when she’s showing is insane. If anything, I can’t wait until she is showing so I can tell everyone it’s mine.
“Lift up your dress.”
“Reese, I—”
“Lift. It. Up.”
To my surprise, she listens. So fucking slowly, she drags the soft material up her thighs until it’s above her hips. My heart thunders seeing her perfect pussy—bare. As in nothing but the small landing strip of red hair covering it.
She’s commando.
“Dirty fucking girl, Win.”
“None of my underwear fit with this dress.”
I stalk forward, and she backs into the wall. Silky skin kisses my palms as I place my hands on her thighs and drag up, loving how her smooth skin divots for my pleasure.
“Speaking of, whose dress is it?” The thin material is flimsy between my fingers. So easily, I could rip it.
“Emma’s, so you can’t rip it.”
Smart girl. “I wouldn’t anyway. No one gets to see you naked besides me.”
She shudders when I press my lips against hers. They taste like strawberries from the gloss she’s wearing, and I drag my tongue over them before deepening the kiss. Fuck, it feels good to be touching her how I want. Ever since she walked in, I’ve been ready to pounce, and now she can find out what she’s been doing to me.
I step closer, slipping my leg between hers. She’s soaked, and it’s probably going to sink into my pants, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I’ll wear it with fucking pride.
“However—” She gasps at the pressure on her clit before continuing. “They have seen my ass, so—”
I smack her pussy, and Winnie’s eyes round. Her mouth drops open, and I shove my tongue inside. She tastes like the strawberry lemonade she ordered, and I lap it up. This girl is like the best hit of ecstasy. If someone would have told me a year ago I wouldn’t be able to control myself and would have to drag a girl away to fuck her during dinner, I would have brushed them off.
If they had told me that girl would be Winnie Lewis, though, I might have believed them. She’s my exception. My favorite girl. My everything.
“Did you just smack my pussy?”
“I did, and I’ll do it again if you keep talking about other guys seeing what’s mine.”
Winnie’s eyebrows twitch, a conflict raging on her face. She wants me to smack her. I smirk, and she scowls.
“It was your fault they did.” She attempts to cross her arms, but I move closer, blocking it and holding her eyes as I pull back and smack her pussy again. The sound is sinful and so fucking erotic. I glance down, knowing my dick is leaking, and if I don’t pull it out soon, I’m going to have a mess in my pants.
“Take my dick out.”
Winnie makes haste undoing my belt and unzipping my pants. She shoves her hand in my briefs and wraps it around my shaft. The sensation is overwhelming, and I grunt as my eyes threaten to close.
With my dick out, I shift closer and press myself against her stomach.
She looks up at me with big, hungry eyes, and I brush a piece of hair from her face. “If you think I’m not waiting for you to give me the go-ahead to shout our pregnancy from the rooftops, you haven’t been listening.” I cup her face and drag my finger across her lower lip.
“Our pregnancy?” she teases.
“Yes. Ours. I’m going to be here the entire time, Winnie. You’re not going to go through a single moment alone.”
She nestles against my hand and tugs on my shirt, pulling me closer. “Every day, you make me fall in love with you more than the day before. It really isn’t fair.”
I throw my head back with a chuckle. “That’s always been the plan, baby. I’m glad you’ve finally caught up.
“Harder, Reese.”
He grunts and grips my hips painfully hard, but all I can do is grasp his shoulders and attempt to hold on as he fucks me against the bathroom wall.
This is by far the wildest thing I’ve ever done; I can’t wait to do it again, and we’re not even done this time.
Reese smacks his fingers against my pussy and massages my clit. My gasp echoes off the bathroom wall before I moan his name, begging him to let me finish. My orgasm is cresting in the background, waiting to reach its peak.
“Again,” I whimper, and he chuckles darkly, the sound shooting straight into my ear and tightening my nipples to a painful point. “Please, Reese. Please.”
“Fuck! Keep begging.”
I do. I beg until my throat is raw and tears burn my eyes. Reese continues his slow thrusts, each one harder than the last. One arm hooked under my ass and the other one gripping my hair. He tugs my head back, exposing my throat, and attacks it, sucking, licking, and biting.
“It’ll never be enough with you, Winnie. Fuck, your pussy is too good.”
“Make me come. Please, Reese.”
He drops his hand from my hair and shoves it between us to my clit.
I gasp; being so full with his dick as his fingers massage my clit is too much. My mouth drops open, and Reese takes the opportunity to mash his lips to mine. Maybe to stop everyone from hearing me scream.
“Take what you need, baby. It’s yours.”
Reese’s thrusts turn panicked, fast and hard as he slams into me, and all I can do is hold on, but it’s not easy when my body feels like Jell-O. It only takes a few more pumps for him to shove deep inside me, shooting cum as deep as he can.
He collapses against me, crushing me to the wall and breathing hard. “Fuck, Winnie.”
I couldn’t have said it better.
“So, is this your way of asking me to the fundraiser? Because if so, I think my answer will be yes.”
Reese grins against my shoulder and shakes his head slightly. “I wasn’t asking, but I’m glad you said yes. Wouldn’t want people asking about the rope burns when I had to tie you up and force you there.”
I think he’s joking, but there’s a small part of me that feels like he’s not. Reese doesn’t take my no’s lightly. In fact—he doesn’t really accept them at all.
He’s lucky I like that he doesn’t.