Power Play (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 2)

I smack Aiden and then wrap my arm around his neck. He’s my future brother-in-law; this is normal, right? “Wonderful shot. You set Hoenes up. I’m so proud of y’all!”

I move my gaze to Boon’s, and he’s fighting back his grin. Wes and Aiden are both looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, so I look away, trying to ignore the butterflies, and gather myself quickly. “Great job, everyone. I feel real good about tomorrow. Bring it in and then hit the showers.”

I back away as the boys all wrap up in a circle before they call out, “What’re we gonna do? Win! Who’re we gonna beat? IceCats! Who are we? Resilient! Who are we? Limitless! Who are we? Winners! Who are we? The Nashville Assassins!”

My dad made up that chant. I love seeing the guys do it. It’s something silly to love, but it reminds me of him. Of his time on this team. He did so much for the Assassins, and even now, though he’s no longer on the team, his legacy still shines. It fills me with such pride that I’m an Adler and I can carry on his legacy. His shoes are huge ones to fill, which I guess is why there are five of us to do so. Shelli is my mom made over, and she’ll run this team with ease. I know Owen and Evan are bound to do big things, but I think it’s gonna be Quinn who blows us all out of the water.

They’re insane, my family, but we have the kind of love that keeps us close—even when we don’t want to be.

When Boon skates by me to get his stick, I come up beside him, laying down my tablet.

“Good save there,” he teases, and I grin.

“I forgot where I was. I’m so stoked with your play.”

“I am pretty badass.”

“That you are.”

His eyes cut to mine. “Great coaching.”

Oh, my heart skips all the beats. I swallow hard. “I have something for you in my office, if you can get away.”

He doesn’t look at me. “Cronuts?”

“Yes, and maybe something more.”

* * *

My back hits my office door as Boon’s mouth captures mine.

His body is rock hard against mine. He is still wet from his shower, and he smells like a winter forest. His cock resembles a piece of wood from that forest and presses against my pulsating center in a way I didn’t know I needed. I slide my hands up his arms, his shoulders, cupping his neck as our mouths dance together. The moment he entered my office, I threw myself into his arms. He was just as eager, and our kiss turned really hot, really fast. I needed to feel his lips. I needed his body against mine, and having him where I want him is perfection. I tear my mouth from his, trailing my lips along his jaw and neck as his fingers cup my neck, hard, so I don’t move.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.”

I run my teeth along his neck, and against it, I whisper, “I want you so bad.”

I move my hands over his chest, lifting his shirt so I can run my mouth along his bare skin. His skin is soft against my lips, and I almost want to cry at the feel of him against my lips. I’ve never felt this kind of overwhelming sensation before this moment. I must really have missed him. We’ve fallen into such a routine that disrupting it has me way too into my feelings. The softest moan leaves his lips when I rake my teeth down his sternum. I glide my tongue along his stomach before dropping to my knees before him. I look up at him as I pull down his athletic shorts and underwear. He cups my cheek, running his thumb along my jaw as his eyes gaze into mine. I love the brown of his eyes. I love his lashes—fuck, I love him. So much.

“You’re so incredibly beautiful, Posey.”

I grab ahold of his cock, rubbing the tip of it along my lips. “Is it because I have your cock in my hand?”

He nods. “Yes, all that,” he teases, and I grin before taking him in my mouth. Just the tip, to tease him.

His head falls back into the door as I curve my tongue along the head of his cock. I slip him into my mouth, slowly, almost too slow, and then rake my teeth along his velvety skin as I pull him back out. Boon takes down my ponytail, my hair spills over my shoulders, and then his fingers are tangled in it. He guides my head up and down his cock, my name falling from his lips in desperation. When I take him to the back of my throat, I gag, but I don’t care. He rises up on his tippy toes, his body shaking, and it pleases me endlessly.