The Rulebreaker

“I really want you,” I breathe, because I don’t know what else to say to convey this need.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” He keeps kissing me, exploring my body with his mouth.

He makes me lie back and makes his way down to the mound between my legs, his tongue flicking, groaning against me with each taste. My legs begin to shake. I grab a handful of his curls to pull him away, keep him there, I don’t know, it’s all too much. I’ve never felt this way before. I come again. It’s both surprising and delicious. As he moves over me, he wipes his mouth and my heart feels like it might just pop out of my chest.

“I’m clean,” I say quickly. “And you know I’m on the pill because—”

“I know,” he finishes. “And you know I’ve never—”

“I know,” I finish. “And if you don’t feel comfortable sleeping with me without one I totally—”

He silences me with a kiss, one drenched in my desire. I moan into his mouth and moan again when he flicks my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Fuck. He’s going to kill me. I’ve always heard friends say they never forget their first, but I didn’t understand why until this moment. I know without a doubt I’ll never forget this. Ever. It’s terrifying. And when he begins thrusting inside me slowly, shallow enough that I don’t feel like I’m going to break open, but deep enough that I just might, it’s electrifying. He goes slow, slow, with such care, searching my face for any sort of discomfort, and all I want to do is cry openly. It hurts. A lot. But then, it feels so good. He feels so good. Once he sees that I’m okay, that I’m not in pain, and I’m nodding to convey it to him, he pulls back ever so slightly, and lifts my hips up. His hands grip my rib cage as he begins to fuck me a little harder. He takes one hand away from my torso and brings it between my legs, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I begin to shake.

“It’s too much,” I argue.

“Shh.”

“Mav.” My eyes pop open and look at him. He’s biting his lower lip like he’s barely holding on, his arms flexing each muscle as he pounds into me, and if I thought he’d ever been sexier, I was wrong.

“Let go, baby. You have to just let go,” he says, low, husky, barely keeping control.

And I do.

I let go.

The orgasm washes over me so quickly and so hard, that I scream. I feel his cum inside of me, hot and sticky. He stays inside me for a moment once we’re both breathing.

“Was it . . . was I okay?” I ask.

“Were you okay?” He raises an eyebrow, letting out a ragged breath. “You’re fucking perfect, Rocky. Perfect.”

The way he looks at me, the way he says it, with such reverence, I know he’s not lying. Then again, Maverick would never lie to me.

Chapter Twenty

Maverick

“Cruz, get your head outta your ass and score a fucking goal out there,” Coach yells. “You’ve been off your game all fucking day.”

I nod, huffing out a frustrated breath. Sex is supposed to make you relax, not infiltrate and cloud every single one of your thoughts, but here I am, playing like an asshole because I can’t seem to stop thinking about Rocky naked and straddling me, naked and lying beneath me, calling out my name when she comes. Fuck. I take a deep breath and focus on the game. I’ve never gotten hard while wearing a cup and my gear on the ice, but there’s a first time for everything and I definitely don’t need that in my life right now. The puck clicks against my stick as I deke to the left, losing my opponent. I position myself so that I have a clear shot of the goal and wait. I always wait. It’s something that drives both my teammates and coaches crazy. They think I should shoot it while I can and not risk someone coming and taking it from me, but I like taking my time. I like watching the goalie squirm, and the Ellis University new goalie, Nolan Astor, is my favorite opponent to go against. He doesn’t squirm. Not even close. Nolan keeps his composure in every situation and that’s what I love about this. I hit the puck and watch as he glides to the other side of the net and just as I think it’s about to go in, he blocks it.

“Fuck,” I scream.

“That’s right, baby. Get that shit out of here,” Nolan says behind me as I move to the other side of the rink.

I don’t bother with a reaction because the best reaction would be to score a freaking goal on his ass. My team keeps moving.