With my free hand, I started massaging my breast, twisting my hard nipple between my fingers. My skin was slick with sweat as our bodies came together, the smell of us permeating the air.
“Please,” I whined, pulling my hand through my damp hair.
“I’ve got you,” grunted Dane. “Just,” Thrust. “Like.” Thrust. “That.”
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, ripping its way through every never ending until they were frayed. My thighs shook, my toes curled, and I stifled my scream by covering my mouth with my forearm. Dane didn’t stop, and it intensified the euphoria pulsing through every fiber of my body. I wanted him to fall over with me, so I hooked my feet behind his waist, and clenched around him until he fell forward and shook between my legs. His teeth sank into my breast, muting his snarl while he rode out his own orgasm.
We stayed like that until we could breathe again, and all the while I rubbed his back, his arms, his thighs, and his chest. I’d never in my life thought sex could be so… tempestuous, and explosive.
“Damn woman.” Dane’s hot breath hit my neck, and felt a ridiculous smile overtake my face.
“You weren’t so bad yourself,” I replied haughtily, feeling pretty good about myself.
He lifted his head, his eyes bright and brilliant as they regarded me. “We’re not done yet.”
He’d started to soften inside me, but after a few minutes, I felt his cock lengthen.
“Again?” I couldn’t hide the surprise – or arousal from feeling him harden inside me – from my voice.
That wolfish grin was back. “Baby, I’m an animal. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to walk without thinking about me.”
He crashed his lips to mine, and didn’t let up until dawn broke over the horizon. I was incredibly satisfied, and fucked until I could barely breathe. And then it was over.
When I woke up to the sound of my alarm, I was alone, with nothing but my memories and the delicious soreness between my legs. I waited for the regret, but it never came.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Dane
I WASN’T COMPLETELY unfamiliar with contrition. I’d lived with it for a long time after my sister died, and even allowed it to consume me for a while. It was the same feeling that crept over me earlier, but I couldn’t determine where it came from, whether it was from leaving Kennedy alone after several mind-numbing rolls between the sheets, or because I’d gone there with her in the first place. Would she get the wrong idea? Would she expect it to happen again? Would she be upset and feel like I’d used her?
Shitshitshitshitshitshitshit!!!!
A heaviness settled in my chest as the warm water from the showerhead pelted my tired body. It was early, and I had to force myself out of bed to get ready for practice with the team. Having gotten only two hours of sleep, I was sure it was going to be a nightmare.
I shut the shower off, and threw on a clean set of athletic clothes, trying to mute thoughts of Kennedy and what we’d done. It was difficult, especially when it was all stuck on replay in my head.
Play. Her body opened and welcomed me as I slid inside her. Pause. Pink flesh, glistening with arousal, taking all of me to the hilt.
Play. Her body strained, so close to the edge, eyes wide, mouth parted. Pause. The violent way she shook, and clenched around me, willing me to fall apart at her mercy.
I shook my head. Stop.
If I kept thinking about it, watching the images in my head, I’d have a hard-on all day, and that wasn’t something I needed to worry about, especially if I was going to have lunch with my mother.
My father was out of town on business, and my mother had called to invite me to lunch. I’d been avoiding her this week, with it being my birthday, but something in her voice reminded me that she had lost just as much as I had, and the last thing I wanted her to feel was that she’d lost me too. I didn’t want her to live with that, so I agreed to meet her at a coffee shop in Brighton as soon as I was done with practice.
Reid was already in the kitchen when I left my room. He was leaning against the counter messing around on his phone – probably texting Jade – with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up when he heard me come in, and pocketed his phone like I’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t have been.
“Mornin’.” I greeted him, and set about making some coffee for myself.
“Mornin’,” he replied, watching me with curious eyes. “You got in late this morning. Have a good night?”
I couldn’t help but stiffen at his observation. I knew he was suspicious last night, so I’d been extra careful to sneak out of the party a little later to avoid him.