Lucky Score (The Hawkeyes Hockey Series Book 6)
Chapter 14

Watching Brynn fall apart in my arms has me fucking addicted.

I called it.

I knew the moment that I let her into my house that she’d be trouble for me. Now I just need to see how badly I’m fucked.

Will this last for the rest of the time she’s here?

Do we go our separate ways once we both head back to Seattle?

Jesus, I have no idea.

For right now, I’m only planning on tonight until morning light when I can figure out what the hell is happening to me.

I pull out of the parking spot and get back on the road, headed for my house.

I don’t know what possesses me to do it, but I reach for her hand and slide my fingers between hers, pulling the back of her hand up to my lips to kiss her skin again.

She smiles over at me, and it dawns on me that I might be willing to do a hell of a lot to keep that smile on her face.

I rest our hands on the middle console, but I wish now that it was a bench seat so that she could be closer.

‘Did you like Rita?’ I ask in order to keep from asking the question I really want to know.

Like, how many positions am I allowed to fuck her in tonight?

‘Everyone was so nice. I really enjoyed helping out today. Thank you for letting me tag along,’ she says and then reaches into her bag and pulls out her cell phone to check the time.

Tag along?

I just finger fucked her against the restaurant wall and got my first taste of the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about since she showed up four days ago. I should be the one thanking her.  Not to mention the fact that she helped out my friends in a big way today.

‘You’re welcome to come with me any time, though you probably should finish that book.’

I glance over to replace Brynn staring at me.

‘What?’ I ask.

‘There’s only one thing I want to finish,’ she says, setting her phone in one of the cup holders.

I look back and forth between the road and Brynn as she unbuckles her seat belt and lifts her knees onto her seat, and bends over the console. Seeing Brynn bent over in my jeep facing me with the top of her dress gaping open wide enough that I can see down her dress at the thin bra hugging her perfect breasts has my cock painfully hard.

‘And what’s that?’ I ask.

She licks her lips, and I’m fucking gone.

‘You.’

She releases my hand and then reaches over, her hand slowly gliding over my right thigh as she watches my facial expression.

Is she trying to gauge how far I’ll let her go? Because she’s welcome to touch any part of me that she wants.

Her eyes lock onto the bulge that I can’t hide and then her fingers glide over the top.

I groan as my head hits the back of the headrest.

I keep my eyes on the road to keep us from wrecking, but I can feel everything she’s doing.

Her hands begin to rub up and down my shaft through my pants, and I debate, pulling over because if she keeps this up, I’m going to come in my pants before we even make it the last ten minutes we have of this drive.

That would be unacceptable.

I can’t let her get the wrong impression that I can’t last because I have no plans of stopping with her tonight until I’m sure that she’ll be too tired to walk tomorrow.

‘You should stop,’ I tell her. And it might be the most painful words I’ve ever uttered. ‘Unless you want me to pull this car over and fuck you in the back seat of this Jeep.’

‘Oh… that would be another popped cherry, wouldn’t it?’ she teases.

My eyes flutter closed and a groan rumbles through my throat. I take a second to regain my self-control from yanking this vehicle off onto the shoulder.

‘I’m serious Brynn. If you don’t stop, you’ll leave me no choice, and I’d rather make it home so that I don’t have to be separated from you all night.’

Her hand comes off my canvas-covered cock slowly.

I look over to see her reaction, hoping she didn’t misunderstand what I mean.

I don’t want her to stop, I need her to stop if I want any chance of making it back to the house with our clothes still intact.

I can see a sparkle in her eyes when I glance her way. She took it how I meant it.

‘All night? That’s quite a while. Can you even last that long?’ she asks, sitting back down in the passenger seat and reaching for her seat belt to secure it back in place.

I whip a look over at her with an eyebrow lifted.

Did she just put my capabilities into question?

When she sees the look of surprise on my face, she throws her head back against the headrests and laughs.

The sound of her laugh clears away the expression on my face and replaces it with a smirk because this side of Brynn has to be my favorite so far.

Brynn is smart, beautiful, and giving. But this flirtatious, teasing side of her is the one I want to see every day that we’re together until the trip ends.

She’s comfortable with me for once, and unguarded. The tension between us seems to have dethawed since we got back into the jeep, heading back to my house to take care of something that has been building between us for days.

Something we both want.

‘I’m sorry…’ she says, squeezing my hand with a genuine smile. ‘I didn’t mean to call your manhood into question. It’s just that… all night…?’

‘Have you ever watched me play an entire hockey game, Brynn?’ I ask.

‘No,’ she says, biting her plump lower lip softly.

I pull down my driveway, heading for the garage.

‘Then coaxing me on without seeing my stamina on the ice was your first mistake. My endurance carries over from the ice into everything I do. If you were hoping for a quickie, you’ll be sorely disappointed.’

I glance over at her to see a glint in her eye.

‘How sorely are we talking?’ she asks.

‘Sore enough that the ice packs in the freezer are finally going to be put to good use in the morning.’

I pull into the garage and notice that the overhead lights are on.

We finally have power back, not that we’ll need it tonight. Nothing could keep me from replaceing her, even in the pitch dark.

I’d follow her scent.

Honeysuckle and citrus… and a little bit of me.

Despite the ten other products she has in the shower, she’s still been using my body wash, and I hope she doesn’t stop. Every time she walks past me and I catch the scent of Blue Arctic Glacier, she smells like mine.

I kill the engine and then quickly open my door.

‘Hold on,’ I tell her. ‘You’ve been on your feet all day. I’ll help you down.’

I walk around the front of the jeep and head straight for her door.

‘Are you always this chivalrous before sex?’ she asks.

I open her side of the jeep and reach down by her feet to grab her laptop bag, tossing it over my shoulder.

And then I take her hand in mine to pull her out of the jeep and over my shoulder to carry her in like a caveman.

‘Is this what you had in mind?’

She giggles behind me as I make my way quickly into the house.

Little does she know, but I don’t have a shred left of decency or chivalry in my body for her. I have no more self-control when it comes to Brynn.

I hope she likes it hard and rough because I don’t plan on being gentle.

Brynn

It only takes us a few minutes of rushed hands and Seven’s long strides to get us from the jeep to his bedroom.

As soon as we enter his room, his mouth is on mine. Every kiss he presses to my lips is tender but anxious, and I know the feeling.

Even the first time with Daniel wasn’t this exciting. I don’t remember being with anyone and feeling this much rush and excitement like I do with Seven. Something about the way he’s looking at me now and how easy it was to drive him crazy in the car with my touch makes my heart pound rapidly. Having this effect on a man like Seven, stoic and strong. Who’s practically stormproof and dauntless, like a lighthouse out at sea with its beckoning light and safe harbor.

To be the woman to claim his attention and have him fighting with himself to keep the jeep on the road makes me feel empowered and beautiful. Something I haven’t felt in a long time, if ever.

How does he make me feel more irresistible and wanted than anyone has ever made me feel in my life with only one look?

He backs us up with his lips on my mouth and my arms around his neck.

When my legs hit the bed, he pulls his lips off of mine and I reach up for the spaghetti straps of my dress, pulling them down, one at a time. He watches as I drop my yellow dress down to the floor; my dress pooling around my feet with only a small bralette and thong covering the rest of me.

Then I watch as he pulls off his shirt and pushes down his pants. His cocks strains against his boxer briefs and within seconds, Seven discards those too until he’s completely naked in front of me.

Everything about Seven is perfectly to scale with his six-foot five stature. He’s big everywhere and the thought of taking him is a little daunting but also thrilling. After what he did to me in the parking lot of the restaurant, I need to know what else he’s capable of doing to me.

I reach for my bralette and then my panties, pulling them both off for him.

He takes one long look and then I hear a deep growl humble through his chest right before he wraps his arms around me and tosses us onto the bed.

I giggle as Seven pulls me up on top of him until I’m sitting bare on his stomach.

‘Come here,’ he says, gripping my hips and pulling me up his body. ‘I want to taste you.’

My hands immediately flatten against his chest to stop my progression up his body.

‘Wait, you want me to…’

‘Sit on my face.’

‘Hold on… are you sure that’s safe?’

He chuckles. ‘What do you mean safe?’

‘I mean, what if I’m too heavy? What if you suffocate under me.’

His grin widens, and not only am I turned on by how special Seven makes me feel when he smiles at me, but I feel a little silly for asking the question.

I’ve had oral sex with boyfriends in the past. I’m not a prude. I’m just used to being on my back for this or at least a sixty-nine situation. And even that’s been so long ago now that Daniel no longer sees the point in giving me oral since I don’t get off from it anyway.

‘Good thing that’s exactly the way I want to go out,’ he says and then attempts to pull me up higher once more.

I push against his chest as his hands tug on my hips.

‘But…’

‘Brynn, you’re not going to suffocate me. I could bench press you in my sleep. If you want me to,  I’ll prove it.’

I yip as his fingers grip tighter around my hips as if he’s about to lift me right off his body, and I know he could.

The feeling of being in Seven’s capable hands has more of my arousal pooling against his chest.

‘You want this as much as I do. And you’re doing a terrible job of trying to hide it. And I give you my word that you’re not going to hurt me.’

‘You promise?’

He pulls my hands off his chest and then brings them up to his lips and kisses both of my palms.

‘I promise. But if I were given an option of ways to die, suffocating under your pussy would be my number one choice.’

I let out a chuckle as he smiles back at me.

‘Just swear to me that if I do, you’ll make sure that they put the cause of death on my tombstone. And as my last dying wish, make sure that you tell anyone who will listen… that you came first.’

I shake my head at him but I can’t stop the blush from warming my cheeks.

‘You have my word, though I’m not so sure I’m worth dying for.’

His eyes lock on mine and then he releases my hands as he grips my hips again.

‘That’s where you’re wrong. You’re the only one worth suffocating under.’

It’s so oddly sweet that I bend down and press my lips to his.

He releases one hand from my hips and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me closer.

The moment I pull back from our kiss, Seven pulls me up the rest of the way until I’m straddling his face.

His hands grip around my ass cheeks as he pulls my pelvis against his mouth.

His tongue flattens against my pussy lips and parts them as he devours me, lapping up every drop of arousal as if it’s feeding him. His tongue, nose, and face burrow into me, lighting up every nerve ending and making my clit pulsate and my body shutter.

I’ve never been eaten like this. Not as if both of our lives depend on it. He’s not holding back as if he’s only doing this as a sexual favor. He’s devouring every inch of me like he does his breakfast.

He groans against me in approval as I roll my hips forward, his lips suctioning tighter around my clit.

‘Seven…’ I moan out.

I reach down, sliding my fingers through his hair. Not that I need to hold on to stay in place. Even if I had a pry bar, I couldn’t wiggle out of Seven’s hold.

He has no intentions of letting me go until he’s had his fill, and I’ve never wanted to be held at someone’s mercy more than his.

The tip of his tongue starts to swirl around my clit in a circular motion, and then Seven releases one of my cheeks and snakes his hand up the front of my torso, sliding his hand gently along my belly until he reaches my breast. At first, his hand rubs over each breast as he watches me coming apart for him, and then his thumb and pointer finger secure around my nipple and pinch down.

‘Oh God…’ I whimper.

The pain and pleasure from his fingers shoot down straight to my clit, sparking more nerve endings until I don’t think I can hold back any longer.

I thought that the orgasm from the restaurant was a fluke… a one-off, but my body was spiraling towards its second climax at the hands of this man, and there was nothing else I wanted more than to be finished off by him again.

He releases my nipple, his long arm reaches up even higher and his hand gently wraps around my neck. I look down to see him watching me as he sucks down hard on my sensitive nub, and his hand gives a quick squeeze against my throat.

I’ve never had a man’s hand around my throat, and the surprise sensation has my body bursting with tingles as my center squeezes so tight I think I might pass out. All together, my body free falls into the most brutal yet incredible orgasm of my life.

I try to catch my breath when Seven pulls me down his body, laying my head against his chest and wraps me up in his arms, pulling me under the blankets with him. I can hear his heart beating almost as fast as mine, and the feeling of his hard-on between us.

‘Are you okay?’ he asks, a true look of concern on his face.

I nod, I have no words for what he just did to me. I didn’t even know orgasms could tear you apart and put you back together all in the same instant.

‘Yes, I’m more than okay. I just can’t feel my legs,’ I tease.

My thighs are still tingling and shaking with the aftershock of my release.

‘Good thing you won’t need them for what we’re doing next,’ he says. ‘Are you ready for a third?’

‘A third orgasm?’ I ask, as if the idea is unheard of.

‘Have you ever had three before?’

‘Have you ever given three?’ I say quickly, avoiding the question of my lack of orgasms.

He stalls for a second, searching my eyes. I know my reaction probably seems odd to him. What woman wouldn’t want to come multiple times in a night wrapped in the arms of a man who looks like him?

‘You asked me if I could go all night, and I told you I could,’ he says. ‘So why does that feel like a trick question? Am I going to get in trouble if I answer it?’

By that reaction, he obviously has.

And should it surprise me?

He’s already proven he can give me two in the same night.

Does three mean I’m cured? Or does it mean that Seven is the only man who can unlock this hidden part of my body that even I barely understand? And is the possibility of ever having a normal sex life with Daniel still doomed?

I shake my head.

‘You won’t get in trouble, but you don’t have to answer it either. I know now.’

My hesitation isn’t because of the women before me like he thinks, though I’m curious about that, too. It’s just that three orgasms for me doesn’t seem possible. Even when I had orgasms before the accident, two in one night was rare enough as it is. So, the idea that Seven can pull as many as he wants from me is both thrilling and terrifying.

‘I don’t care about my number. The only number I want to top is yours,’ he says, brushing a few strands of my hair out of my face.

‘Why my number?’ I ask.

‘Maybe because I want to impress you.’

He doesn’t say it with a cocky grin. Instead, there’s an honesty in his eyes.

‘Then consider me impressed,’ I say, smoothing my fingers over the light hairs of his chest.

‘Not just yet. Make me work for it.’

He leans in and kisses me, the taste of me still on his lips.

It’s not the first time I’ve tasted myself when a man’s gone down on me, but it’s the first time I’ve enjoyed it. Everything Seven does is more erotic than anyone before him. I never thought I’d like having a hand around my throat during sex, but the way Seven does it has me wanting him to try it again.

He rotates his body over mine and pulls me under him, deepening our kiss and settling his hips in between the warmth of my thighs as his hard cock nestles against my stomach, demanding not to be forgotten. Not that I could ever forget. He’s too big to miss.

He reaches over to his bedside table and pulls out a condom.

He rips it open with his teeth, and in a quick motion, he’s sheathed and ready.

My hands cup his jaw, keeping him anchored to me as he pushes to align us together.

I feel his tip at my entrance, but he doesn’t push in right away.

‘Tell me if I’m hurting you. I’ll slow down,’ he says against our kiss.

I moan into his mouth as he pushes against me, his head gaining entrance inside of me as he coats himself in my slick heat.

My tight walls squeeze around him, and I hear the moment he lets out a sigh of relief as if he’s been needing me all this time.

His lips pull off of mine as they travel down my throat, his thrusts becoming heavier and deeper as my body gives way to him, stretching around him to accommodate his size and strength.

The more he advances back and forth into me, the more slippery his cock becomes until he slides in and out of me at a more rapid rate, pinning me under his body. I’m at his mercy as his body drives into me harder with every thrust of his hips.

His grunts and my moans fill the space between his bedroom walls with the sounds of pleasure as he kisses his way down my chest until his hot mouth replaces my pebbled nipples.

The moment his lips latch onto my breasts and suck down against me, I arch up into him, moaning out as I wrap my fingers around the back of his neck.

I feel the small amount of sweat at the bottom of his hairline. He’s working me with everything he has and I can feel the tension in his shoulders and the need in his groans.

He wants to come, and so do I… for the third time tonight.

‘Every inch of you tastes good,’ he says, his mouth against my breast.

‘Are you going to come?’ I ask.

‘Only after you,’ he says but I hear the strain in his voice.

‘I’m almost there…’ I barely manage to get out.

Then I feel Seven’s teeth scrape along the base of my nipple and I cry out, the climax hitting and sending my center into spasms that pulsate around his cock.

‘Jesus Christ…’ he curses as my body squeezes down on him. ‘Where Brynn… tell me where I can come.’

I’m still on birth control, and he’s wearing a condom, and I don’t have to think about the answer. I’m not ready for him to pull out just yet.

‘In me,’ I plead.

His lips descend down on mine, muffling the growl he makes as he thrusts his own release into the condom that’s buried inside of me.

We stay like that for a while longer, my arms wrapped around his neck, keeping his lips to mine. His elbow presses against the mattress to prevent him from putting all his weight on me, and we pant through the aftermath.

Finally, he pulls his lips off of mine on rolls off.

‘Give me a second to get rid of this condom.’

I watch as he steps out of bed, his cock still as hard as when he started.

‘Will you bring me something to clean up with?’

He stops his path around the bed and glances over at me, lifting a brow.

‘What makes you think we’re done? I’m just reloading the condom,’ he says and then gives a delish grin. ‘Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.’

I watch as Seven turns around and heads for the door, giving me a perfect view of his bare ass.

He’s coming back for more?

Oh God, I’m in trouble… and there’s nowhere else I want to be.