The Bad Boy Hockey Collection: A Collection Of Single Daddy Romances

“Please,” she pleads again.

I sink into her sweet, wet core, a growl on my lips and a desperate need to be as close to her as I can be driving my movements. “Oh, Jesus, Cori, you’re so fucking perfect.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond, devouring her mouth as I begin to move withi

n her, stroking her inner walls with my cock as I pull in and out of her. At first, my thrusts are easy, gentle, because I want to relish every delicious moment of being inside her and claiming her as my own. The sensual pain that comes with her nails digging into my back as I push so deeply inside her only heightens my arousal, and my thrusts quickly become more urgent, more aggressive as I become consumed by my desire to claim her completely.

“Oh, Brody!” Her cry sounds strangled as she struggles to keep her voice low, and one hand reaches out across the bedcovers to fist tightly in the fabric, gripping it as though it’s a lifeline. “Yes,” she breathes. “Oh God, yes.”

Seeing her beneath me, with her nipples hardened and her breasts jiggling slightly with each forceful thrust—I’ve never seen anything more beautiful. I lower my mouth onto her nipple and suck hard. Corinne’s hand immediately releases the blankets and clamps over her own mouth to stifle the sounds careening from it. My teeth nip at the tight bud and she squirms beneath me, but she manages to swallow down the passionate sounds and only emit a breathless whimper.

I reach up and pull her hand from her mouth. I entwine her fingers with mine and push our clasped hands down onto the mattress beside her head. I can feel the telltale clenching of her pussy around my cock, squeezing me and absorbing every pulse and twitch I make as I continue my sensual plight.

“Come for me, Cori,” I whisper against her cheek. “Come on, baby.”

A series of incoherent ohs and ahs topple from her mouth. Corinne is fighting it, clinging to that last shred of control she has. I can relate—I don’t want this to end, either. There’s nothing more delicious than tasting her mouth, plunging inside her, and feeling her soft, scorching skin against mine as every muscle within her becomes taut and tight with her building orgasm.

“Brody,” she begs. “Oh God, Br—”

The thread of control she’d possessed only a second ago snaps under the force and weight of the orgasm that tears through her body, and she shatters beneath me with a wild gasp.

I clamp my own strong hand over her mouth just as she cries out in sheer ecstasy, lost somewhere in the bliss of the storm raging through her. I continue to drive my thick cock into her, and each plunge only pushes me closer and closer to my own release.

She’s still quivering and whimpering in exhausted euphoria as I explode with the pressure of our tryst, allowing each clench and constriction of her inner walls to milk every drop of my release from my body.

“Oh my God, Corinne,” I breathe out, my chest still heaving as I collapse onto the bed beside her. “I am never, ever going to get enough of you.”

She nuzzles into the side of my neck, rolling her body up against me so she’s facing me. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. Or a warning of some sort.” I can feel her smiling against the damp flesh of my throat.

“Just making sure you’re aware,” I say, enveloping her with one arm and pulling her close.

She’s quiet then, and I figure she’s just giving herself a moment to let her pulse return to normal. “Did you mean that?” she asks suddenly, her tone soft but curious. “You want me even more than you wanted to win the playoffs?”

I almost want to laugh at her question. Almost. If it wasn’t for the hint of seriousness in her voice, I probably would. “Without a doubt,” I tell her. “You want me to prove it to you?” The fact that she even has to ask is making my stomach flip nervously.

“You don’t think you just proved it?” Her eyes shine with amusement—she thinks she’s being funny—but her curiosity is just as evident.

“Not if you felt you had to ask me such a question, Cori.” I carefully shift my weight, pulling myself away from her to sit up and pull the drawer of my nightstand open.

“What are you doing?” she asks, sitting up beside me.

I find what I’m looking for and turn back to face her, amused to see her stretching over my shoulder trying to see what I’m up to. “Proving it,” I say simply.

I keep my hands clamped shut over the item in my palm, but I duck my head to force her to look at me. “Corinne, you are my everything,” I tell her. “Well, almost.”

“Almost?” Her gaze lowers to my hands again.

Her confusion is adorable, but I feel bad for making her think it’s an insult of some sort. “Corinne,” I say more assertively, then laugh when she lifts her eyes to meet mine again like she’s just been scolded. “You are my everything. My day, my night, my confidante and best friend. You’re what keeps me sane and drives me wild. But there’s one thing you’re not.”

Her throat moves visibly. “And what’s that?” She’s obviously nervous as hell.

“My wife,” I reply. I open my hands to reveal the green satin ring box. “But I’m hoping we can change that.”

So many emotions flash through her eyes, I’m surprised there is even room for the glistening tears that manage to fall from her lower eyelids. “Oh, Brody...” She wipes at the tears. “Oh my God, yes!” She throws her arms around me, clutching me to her with a strength I’ve never witnessed from her before.

I laugh at the fact she didn’t even wait for me to formally ask her the damn question. “I think Spence is going to be glad to hear that when he wakes up,” I chuckle, wrapping her up in my arms, the ring box still clutched tightly in one hand. “Not as ecstatic as I am, but he’s going to love having you as a mom, Cori.”

She pulls away to look at me through glossy eyes. “As a mom,” she whispers as though testing out the words on her tongue. “Oh my God, I love you so much, Brody.”