Love in Game (De La Fuente Family 6)

Kasey

The trip to Cleveland took us eight hours, but we’ve made it and now I’m crashed out on the sofa while Felicity insists on cooking us something to eat in the kitchen.

Their apartment is small and homey with NHL memorabilia covering part of the walls. It’s also nice to see pictures of Felicity when she was younger in frames around the place, sometimes with Blake. No matter how much I’ve never gotten on with her brother, I can’t find fault in how he obviously tried to fill in the role of parent for Felicity while she matured into the young woman she is today.

“Your brother did good,” I shout, and getting to my feet, I pad softly into the small kitchen. She smiles, which always makes my heart pound that bit harder when it’s directed at me. “He made you a home.”

“He did. He suddenly became a mom and dad rolled into one.” She chuckles. “There have been a few bumps in the road along the way, but he made us a real home in this apartment, and I love him all the more for it.” Smiling, she adds, “He gave up a personal life for me, and he worked twice as hard to get drafted.”

She shrugs and then starts to laugh. “I’ll never forget the time he thought I should know about the birds and the bees.” She leans against the table with a fond smile on her lips. “He’d tried for days to broach the subject, but when he finally got the guts to just blurt it out, he was bright red. I’m not going to lie, I made him suffer.”

She shakes her head and continues, “I waited until he’d said the word penis, as though it was a disease, and then I admitted to watching porn at a friend’s house. He sagged in relief and then when it sank in that I’d watched a man and woman fucking, he was pissed as hell.” Giggling, she adds, “I’ve never known anyone to say penis the way he did. Sometimes now, I’ll tease him about that talk and his sudden stutter.”

Clearing my throat, I ask, “You’ve watched porn?”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s all you got out of that?”

“No…Now explain about the porn.”

“Yes, I’ve watched porn. Who hasn’t?”

I crowd her around the table, and taking the knife from her hands, I reach for her hips. Sitting her on the table, I kneel between her open thighs. “I can’t get over a little innocent like you watching the naughty stuff.”

I slip my hands up her dress, and follow with my mouth, nibbling along her thighs to her panty clad pussy.

“Hmm, I used to slip my hand into my panties while I watched.”

“Oh yeah? My dick likes the sound of that.” I slip a finger into her panties, and rub against the wetness already there before I yank her panties down her legs. “My mouth needs to taste this sweet pussy.”

Her legs wrap around my neck and I lean in, rubbing my nose against her mound, while my tongue slips out and plays against her clit.

She arches her back, shoving herself into my face. “Nothing has ever felt as good as it does when you touch me.”

“Damn straight.” I blow against her heat and watch as her core clenches around thin air, the sight making me throb to have her doing that around my dick.

Soon. Very soon.

“I want your release on my face, baby.” I shove a finger inside her as I suck on her swollen clit.

“Oh,” she moans, her hands gripping my head. “Kasey…Too much.” She tries to pull my head away, but I rub against her sweet spot with my finger and she bows off the table, panting.

Her fingers release me and grip the table, and with one final sweep of my tongue she’s coming. Her core clamps around my fingers while I lick her sensitive folds.

When her legs go lax on my shoulders, I ease up and kiss her mound. Getting to my feet is uncomfortable as hell with the monster of an er

ection pushing for freedom behind my zipper.

The satisfied smile on her face makes me smile in return as I grip her bottom and tug her up against me. Her arms slide around my neck and her legs wrap around my hips.

“Love me, Kasey,” she whispers against my lips as one of her hands slips between us to the fastener of my jeans.

My body trembles as I claim her mouth in a slow, soft kiss. She moans and slips her tongue between my lips. Deepening the kiss, and unable to get enough of her, I nearly come the minute her fingers wrap around my dick.

“I love”—she nibbles along my jaw—“how hard you get for me.”

Laughing, it turns into a throaty groan when her thumb rubs against the leaking slit. “I’m really worked up, babe.”

“Hmm,” she hums against my chest, her hand tightening into a fist around my flesh.