Page 99 of Another Goal
He flicked my clit, and I leaned forward, pressing my mouth to his shoulder as I cried out.Ecstasy washed over me in a thick rush of tingles from my core out to my fingertips, toes, and the top of my head.He continued to nuzzle into my neck, his fingers massaging to bring me down slowly.I fell, boneless, to the mattress and stared up at him as he came to rest next to me.
I cupped his cheek.“You, Luka Stol, are the best man I know.Will ever know.”I used one of my jiu jitsu moves and reversed our positions so that I was over him.
His grin widened.“You gonna fuck me, Mrs.Stol?”he rasped.
“I am.But I’m also going to love you.Now, tomorrow, always.”
His abdomen contracted as he rose, his big hand sliding to my nape, and kissed me.I tasted all Luka—that rich, distinct flavor I’d been addicted to from our first night.I shifted my knees, reached down to grasp his erection, and slid him home.He continued to kiss me as he pressed my pelvis to his, rooting deep, joining us from hips to lips.I reveled in his warmth, his hardness, his gentle power.
Then he pulled back, making space, dragging that luscious cock from my channel and creating friction that sparked my latent lust.He thrust in and I gripped his shoulders, my short nails digging into his skin.Out, in, thrust after thrust, Luka fucked me.
“So…good…” I moaned.
“You’re beautiful.You’resobeautiful.”
He snapped his hips faster, rooting deeper, owning my body with a rhythm that was pure Luka.I clung to him as passion flooded my veins.We tumbled off the knife’s edge as the tension slid into bliss.I collapsed onto his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, encasing me in him.
“I love you, my hockey man,” I said.
“And I adore you, Millie.”
I smiled against his shoulder, content, relaxed, in love.
There was nowhere I’d rather be.Nothing I’d rather be doing than Luka Stol.He’d shown me it was okay to let go—that he’d catch me when he could and love me through the pain when he couldn’t.
With Luka, I was safe, whole.Happy.
Epilogue
Second Epilogue
Months later…
Millie
The pulsing beat of Genuwine’s “Pony” blared through the stadium’s speaker system as Millie, Ida Jane, Keelie, Naomi, and the rest of the CATS made their way out toward the ice.Naomi was in the front, and she stopped so suddenly, the rest of the women bonked into her.
“The hell?”asked Hana, Naese’s former college sweetheart.
After a few nudges and a firm shove, Naomi moved and the rest of the women stepped onto the rink floor.
A collective gasp sighed around us.The guys were on skates, without their pads or gloves or helmets.They wore, well, way less than I was used to seeing them wear on the ice.
“Holy shit balls,” Ida Jane whispered.“Maxim’s doing…”
Keelie fanned her face.Her eyes went glassy.“They… I never knew Cormac could move likethat!”
The song ended, and the guys regrouped in the middle of the ice.Cormac and Cruz each said a few words before Naese cupped his hands and yelled, “Again!”up at the sound personnel.
He turned back to the guys huddled at the far end of the ice.“This has to be perfect.”
“This has to be a surprise,” Naomi muttered.“We shouldn’t be here.They’re obviously working so hard to make it—shit!They noticed us!”She turned around, eyes wild.“Lie,” she hissed.“We saw nothing!”
Y’all,this scene!I cannot wait to write the full one because I HAVE to know what those hockey books are up to!Something sexy…
This scene and more smokin’ hot hockey goodness with laugh out loud moments of fun is part ofAnother Face-Off.
Paxton Naese has to fight harder than he ever has before to win over his ex-girlfriend, Hana.Luckily for Naese, Cruz, Cormac, and the rest of the team are ready to support him.
