Page 94 of Risky Play

She lifted her head up. “You do make me happy, even without all that stuff. Even if we had boring, vanilla sex, you’d make me happy.”

I laughed. “Okay, even when we do have vanilla sex, it’s not boring.”

She giggled. “No. It’s not. Did I tell you I’m glad it was you? After wanting to lose my virginity to anyone, I’m glad it was you.” She pressed a hand against my heart. “That you were my someone special.”

Her touch set shivers down my spine. Or maybe it was how her words made me feel. Those three little words were on the tip of my tongue, but it was too early for me to say them. She was nowhere near ready for that.

So I changed the subject before my heart took over my brain and I spilled it out. “Hey, are you going to Dinah’s brother’s for Thanksgiving?”

She shook her head. “Yuck Thanksgiving in November.”

I laughed. “You’re the weirdo who does it in October.”

“No. I’m not going. Why?”

“Because…we’d have the house to ourselves. I could have you in my bed for once.”

She grinned up at me. “You have all the best ideas!”

“Tell me that again when we argue over where to go to dinner,” I teased.

She rolled her eyes at me, but then she settled back down against me. It would be so nice to cuddle in my bed instead of squeezing into this tiny one. It was getting harder to explain to the massage therapist why my neck was so sore when I hadn’t taken big hits in games.

“Wow, it’s late,” she said when she checked her phone. “Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for, sweet pea.”

We got out of the bed and changed into pajamas, each doing our nighttime routine. Then we crawled back into bed to go to sleep. Having her in my arms was one reason being on the road sucked. If I didn’t love hockey so much, I’d give it all up for her.

Chapter Twenty-Five

MADDIE

“So, good…” I moaned into the pillow and dropped face-first into it.

My hands were still bound behind my back, but Matt made quick work of undoing the cuffs. He turned me around and looked me deep in my eyes.

“Okay?” he asked as he rubbed my wrists. He was always so sweet by cradling me or kissing me after sex.

I nodded and pulled him down for a long kiss.

He shifted onto his back, and I crawled onto his chest, letting his big arms envelop me. He stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, giving me the aftercare cuddles I needed. He was so good at taking care of my needs.

I pulled away after a few minutes to spread out across his bed. His futon bed wasn’t that comfortable, but it was better than us sharing my cramped twin bed.

“Where you think you’re going?” he asked.

“Baby, we can spread out!”

“I know, but I like cuddles.”

I grinned and slid back against his side. “Do you need more cuddles?”

“Yes…” he mumbled.

Matt could be so affectionate, but he rarely told me what he needed as aftercare. I felt bad because he always seemed to go with whatever I wanted. Although, since we started dating and exploring bondage, he came alive. We weren’t in a Dom/Sub relationship, but the alpha male came out in him in the bedroom. I loved that. That he could be so sweet and kind but domineering in the bedroom. Some guys thought being an ‘alpha’ meant being an asshole, but Matt was proof you could be a nice guy and still dominate your partner. If they wanted that, and I very much did.

I lay across his chest again and drew circles on it. He rubbed a hand down my arm and pulled the comforter up around us, encasing me in warmth.