Page 161 of Right Man, Right Time
“Oh?” I ask.
Winnie glances to the side. “Have you experienced the post-game adrenaline sex yet?”
I perk up. “I mean, we’ve had sex after his game, and it was the most incredible sex of my entire life.”
Winnie slowly nods when bringing her cup to her mouth. “Expect that after every home game. Every . . . home . . . game.”
My palms start to sweat at the thought of those kind of orgasms rolling in every other day. “Seriously?”
“Yup. I even asked Penny, same thing with her. They have so much energy and adrenaline that they become rabid beasts after games. I don’t even bother with clothes anymore when Pacey comes home. He knows exactly where to find me, naked and in bed.”
“Is Pacey the best sex you’ve ever had?”
“Hands down. What about you and Silas?”
“He is,” I say, my chest feeling full for this man. “He’s the best all around.”
“It’s so freeing to be able to talk about this stuff with someone. I can’t talk to my best friend Katherine about it because she’s a touch uptight and prudish. And then Max, my other best friend, well, he keeps asking me when I’m going to introduce him to Ian Rivers.”
I wince. “Uh . . . I might have had Silas introduce my friend Ross to him.”
“Noooo,” Winnie says, biting down on her finger. “Shit, did they hit it off?”
I slowly nod. “They did.”
“Crap.” Winnie leans against the back of her seat. “Max is absolutely going to kill me.”
I chuckle. “I’m sorry.”
Winnie waves me off. “Don’t be sorry. It’s my fault. I should have whored him out sooner. Ugh . . . what the hell am I going to say?” Winnie taps her chin. “I don’t suppose your friend Ross and Ian would be interested in a threesome?”
“I could always ask,” I say as we both laugh.
* * *
My dorm dooropens and clicks shut.
Anticipation sears through me as I wait on my bed.
I’ve been thinking about Silas all day. I even watched his game with Ross. They won again, and Silas scored as well as Holmes. He looked so smooth out there on the ice. I’m truly impressed by his talent.
After the game, I came back to my place and slipped out of my sweats into a pair of lace underwear that barely covers my butt. I paired it with a black crop top, something I know he loves. I considered the whole naked thing, like Winnie said, but I also really liked the idea of Silas peeling my clothes off.
He steps into the main part of my living space, and when I see him come into view, dressed in a suit, hair wet from his shower, I feel my entire body heat as if I’m standing over a fire, flames ablaze.
His eager eyes roam me from head to toe, and when he reaches my face, he says, “You look fucking good, babe.”
I smile. “So do you.”
He unbuttons his suit jacket and removes it, setting it on my desk. He also kicks off his shoes and closes the space between us. Gently, he slips his hand behind my head and lightly kisses me, increasing my need for him immediately.
I grip his shirt tightly as he slips a hand under my underwear and digs his fingers into my skin. I moan against his mouth, and he brings me to the edge of my bed, where I sit, releasing his mouth from mine.
Standing in front of me, with an obvious bulge in his pants, he undoes the buttons of his white shirt. Then he untucks it, letting it hang open so I get a glimpse of his well-carved body. He then undoes his belt and pants and lets those hang open as well.
“You had a good game today,” I say as I stand and push his shirt off his rock-hard shoulders.
“You watched?” he asks as my hands go to his pants, and I push those down as well, leaving him in only his briefs.
