Page 61 of Game On

“I know. Some days I wished I’d never met him, but then other days, I get to snuggle with my baby, and I remember there’s a little life counting on me. It’s hard sometimes.”

I raised my beer bottle, and she clinked hers against mine. “I feel you on that. I wasn’t supposed to be a dad.”

“Do you regret becoming his guardian?”

I shook my head. “Not regret. It’s frustrating some days. I was a single guy living it up with my dream career as a hockey player, and then I got a kid dropped on me.”

She nodded.

I rubbed the back of my neck. That made me sound like such an asshole. “It wasn’t a life I chose, so yeah, some days I’m frustrated that I have responsibilities while my teammates are off partying. But that little boy is my whole world, and I love him to pieces — tantrums and all.”

She reached out and squeezed my hand. “I can tell. Being a parent’s hard, but you’re doing a great job.”

I gave her a small smile. I never admitted any of those frustrations to anyone else, but of course, she understood. It was my understanding her pregnancy wasn’t planned, so we both became parents before we were ready.

She pushed her finished plate aside. “Anyway, no more talking about the kids. You wanna get out of here?”

I gave her a naughty smile. “And do what?”

She arched an eyebrow at me. “How about you make good on your promise, huh?”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

As soon as we got into my condo, I was on her in a flash. We were all tangled limbs and desperate kisses as we clawed at each other’s clothes. She angled her head for me and submitted to my dominance just the way I liked. She yelped when I hiked her up into my arms and led her into my bedroom.

She put her hands on my chest, trying to rid me of my jacket, while I slid my hands up her soft sweater and pulled it over her head. Beneath her sweater, she wore a sexy lacy bra, and I wanted to know if she wore matching panties. I deposited her on the bed, tore my jacket off, and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

Her eyes scanned across my chest. “God, that’s so unfair.”

I smirked at her and pulled her boots off. As much as I wanted to fuck her in them, I didn’t love the idea of shoes on my bed. “What is?”

She shimmed out of the skirt, and I pulled the material down her legs, kissing them as I did. She gestured to my six-pack. “You look like a work of art.”

“I work pretty hard on my body.”

“I want you to work hard on mine,” she muttered, and then her cheeks grew pink as she realized what she had said.

I looked down at her, lying in my bed with her blonde hair fanning around her head like a halo. She was indeed wearing matching underwear, and if I could get harder than I already was, the image of her right now would have done it.

I undid my jeans and slid them down my thick thighs. “Don’t you worry, princess. I’m going to take care of you tonight.”

I shoved off my jeans and boxers and slid into the bed beside her. I attacked her mouth, kissing her roughly while my hands roamed down to cup her breasts. I slid her bra strap down her shoulder and kissed her pale skin, marking a trail of my lips as I made my way down to the valley of her breasts.

She reached behind her and undid her bra for me. I helped her out of it and made my way toward one of her nipples. She arched her back when I licked at her, sliding my tongue around the bud until I pulled it into my mouth. I hadn’t done that last time. I went straight into oral, not giving her time to warm up. Usually, I loved getting a woman all hot and bothered until she was crying for my cock.

I switched to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, and made my descent down her stomach. I kissed the lines that made her self-conscious, letting her know I didn’t care about her scars. My elven princess had battle scars from bringing her daughter into the world, and I didn’t care one iota about them.

“Logan, please,” she begged.

I curled my finger around the waistband of her lacy bikini-style panties, toying with her. “Please what, princess?”

She squirmed on the bed. “I need you, please.”

“You’ll get me,” I purred and pulled her underwear down her legs. “After I feast on this pretty little pussy.”

She bit her lip, but then it turned into a moan as I took that first lick. She tasted as good as I remembered. I put her legs on my shoulders and opened her up, stroking her slowly with my tongue. I ate her to my heart’s desire, exploring her until she was panting. She was so close, but when I wrapped my lips around her clit, she was done for.

“LOGAN!” she cried and gripped my hair in between her delicate fingers.