24. Russ
CHAPTER 24
RUSS
“Shit,” Max mutters, hauling himself off the bed. “Shannon, come on.”
I roll off her and lunge for the towel, tossing that her way as she scrambles to her feet, completely naked. She races into the dark house, following Max.
Chest heaving, cock aching, I search quickly for the two pieces of her bikini. I get my dick back in my shorts and her swimsuit shoved in my pocket just as the lights flick on inside.
“We’re back!” Emery calls out, high on life.
Through the open door, and the pounding in my ears, I listen to her herd drunk hockey players into the kitchen, offering everyone electrolyte drinks and late night snacks.
I scrub my face, breathing in the scent of Shannon on my fingers. She’s all over me. My beard and my hand, and I can’t wash her off. Not yet.
I also can’t sleep next to Emery like this.
Acting on instinct, I go down the path to the garage. Since Kieran and Ty have left, the suite above the gym is empty. Climbing the stairs, I let myself in. Without turning on the lights, I text Emery that I’m crashing on the couch here, and lock the door behind me.
Then I lean against it and close my eyes.
Fuck.
I can still feel Shannon’s thigh twitch beneath my grip. Her fingers tightening in my hair, dragging me against her soft, hot pussy.
She got so fucking wet for me.
So responsive.
It took her a while to get there, but God damn it, what a glorious ride. I wish we’d had longer. I sink into the way her sounds made me feel. Sluggish, raw, primal.
I’m still hard.
Her sweet musky scent surrounds me.
I can fucking feel her fingers desperately reaching for me as I lifted her off her husband and stole her for myself there at the end.
She liked stroking me. Liked the way I bossed her around, grabbing her wrist and putting it behind her back.
I thunk my head back against the door, groaning out loud as a whole-body shudder rocks through me as I viscerally re-live the way she tensed for me, a confusing mix of desperate need and uncertain worry. That shouldn’t be fucking hot, but it is, because I soothed all of that for her.
Jesus, that’s twisted.
The whole thing is fucking twisted.
I don’t know what’s going to go down in the morning, either. I’ll have to follow her lead, but I’m guessing this was a one-time-only secret we’ll never talk about again.
Fuck fuck fuck.
And her bikini is in my pocket.
I pull it out, my belly pulling tight at the memory seared in my mind of Max undoing these bottoms, the string falling away, revealing the bare curve of her hip and the shadow between her legs.
The pussy that she would eventually serve to me.
I pace away from the door, burning up now. Why didn’t I fuck her?
You couldn’t do that to her. Or to yourself.
Thanks, conscience.
But now I know what sounds she would make if I sank into her. I drop to my knees in front of the couch, the ache in my chest and the rampaging thoughts in my head still between her trembling thighs on the terrace. Burying my face in my hand that was inside her, I wrap my other hand around my cock and stroke just once before squeezing the base of my shaft.
I would take my time with her. Pin her down and wait until she softened for me, her legs falling open, her cunt blooming. My cock would fit right against her entrance. Hot, slick, tight. I’d want to thrust hard, sink all the way into her clutching body and claim her, but I wouldn’t.
It would be even better to make her pant and beg for it. To wait until she’s crazed with desire, and then give it to her inch by inch.
I rock my hand up my shaft, dragging my foreskin up around the thick flare of my tip. I stroked myself like this as I ate her out, but I didn’t come close to a release. I wanted that to go on forever. Lost track of time and almost brought public humiliation on her.
It was the worst possible place for that. The wrong time.
But she tasted right. She tasted perfect.
I groan as my balls pull tight. Like a raging bull let loose in a pasture for breeding season, I’m going to come out of my skin with need. How the hell I restrained myself on that sun bed, I don’t know, because right now, I see red. I want to mount her, rut her, feel that wet heat and bury myself in her tight squeeze.
Roaring, I climb on top of her and thrust, snapping my hips, driving my cock through my fist. Hot seed spills uselessly into my hand, making a mess of my fingers and my shorts and probably my fucking floor.
God damn it.
I roll sideways, onto my back, and I stare at the ceiling.
Training camp opens in two weeks.
And now I know what my captain’s wife tastes like when she comes.