Bruiser (Seattle Sharks 7)

He swallowed hard before turning us until he sat in the chair.

I shifted, widening my thighs so I could straddle him, my heeled feet on the floor for leverage.

“Please,” I said, swiping my tongue over his lips. “Let me take care of you for once.”

A growl rumbled his chest as I teased him with my wetness, rolling my hips to allow him to slide in an inch before moving back out. Quickly, I stood and shimmied out of the now wrinkled pencil skirt, leaving it and my blouse a rumpled mess on the floor. Then, I unclasped my lace bra and let it join the pile.

Completely bare.

That’s what I wanted to be with him.

The muscles under his smooth skin grew taut and strained as he gripped my hips when I settled back over him, his length hard as the marble he’d just feasted me on. He dipped his head as I rocked against him, teasing, torturing as he’d done for me. My breasts were full and heavy as he kissed them, flicked his tongue over my pert nipple, before taking it between his teeth.

A gasp tore from my lips from the bite of pain, and he laughed against my breasts as he smoothed the hurt with his tongue.

I gripped the back of his neck, forcing his lips up to mine, and claimed his mouth, the position above him fueling my possession over this giant man. It didn’t matter how small I was compared to him, how in a blink he could have me on my back. I was in control, and he was mine.

I tucked his bottom lip between my teeth, scraping his flesh until he hissed.

“God damn, Shea,” he groaned against my mouth.

The desire in his words, the hunger, they soared right down the center of me.

I moved my hands between us, gripping his considerable length with both hands. He was slick with me, and I gently twisted and spiraled and rolled him between my hands. His massive thighs flexing underneath me as he arched his head back.

And when his hands on my hips tightened so much they bit my skin, I guided him to the center of me, and sank, agonizingly slow, on top of him.

Sank until he was seated to the hilt.

His head snapped up, his eyes locking with mine.

Chest to chest.

Nose to nose.

Completely, utterly connected.

My heart skipped and stuttered.

And once I’d adjusted to the size of him, I moved on him.

Back and forth.

Up and down.

Each trip his hard length stoking the flames that curled inside me.

Faster.

Harder.

I dug my fingers into his shoulder and rode him, giving up my control entirely to the primal instincts that had me writhing and rocking like a wild woman against him.

I arched backward, letting go of his shoulders, the angle sending shocks of electricity down my spine. Knowing without a doubt as I kept arching that he’d hold on to me, wouldn’t let me fall as I rocked against him and the deeper angle hit a spot deep within me that I was certain had his name branded upon it.

One hand held onto me as I moved, relentless in my need for him, and his other slid down the center of my breasts, over my stomach, and lower. Until his fingers found their way between us and teased.

I drew myself back up, our foreheads practically touching, and just as he pushed against me with his hand, I slammed down on top of his length.

Again and again.

Until I shattered around him.

“Hudson!” I screamed, unable to contain his name between my lips.

His hand shifted back to my hips, hefting me up and down, my body limp from the throes of the who-knew-what-number orgasm. Harder, faster, he lifted and lowered me, until I coiled again.

Until he hardened within me to the nth degree.

Until he growled and pleasure barreled down my spine when I felt his release spill inside me.

His grip loosened, his forehead dropping against my shoulder as we sat there, connected in both ragged breath and body.

And when he stood, holding me against him until we’d made it to the bathroom, where he so painstakingly and gently cleaned us both up, I knew everything I’d ever been afraid of had come true.

I loved this man more than I knew possible.

And I knew I’d never come back from it.

Chapter 17

Hudson

“You have to come out!” Gentry yelled at the glass from where we stood at the top of the bleachers. The kid in goal looked from his coach to his parents and back to Gentry. “Come out! Then back in!”

I shook my head.

Elliott’s team was down two in the second period, and it wasn’t looking good.

“Hey! Don’t let him take that! Turn your body!” Connor added toward the wing who was currently fighting to get the puck into the opposing zone.

“Watch the pass! Watch it! Look! There you go! Good look!” Noble cupped his hands around his mouth as he shouted.

I started to laugh when even the refs were looking our direction. This rink on the outskirts of the city had the bleachers a full level above the ice, which meant our voices carried well across the ice.

“Sit down!” Ivy hissed, tugging at Connor’s leg.

“What? They should take advantage of our expertise.” He hefted Hannah up into his arms, pointing to where Elliott waited for her shift.

“Longer strides! Skate!” Lukas shouted toward their forward. “Porter, why the fuck aren’t we coaching these kids? Those guys don’t know shit about hockey,” he snapped at me as his eyes flickered to where Faith sat with her boyfriend and Pepper.

“One, I don’t think we’re nearly dependable enough to be anyone’s coaches during the season. Do you?” I asked. “I’ve already missed four of her games due to our own away games.”

“Good point.” He shrugged, but his eyes darted down to where Faith was laughing at something her boyfriend said.

“Second,” I stepped closer to him and dropped the level of my voice so Gentry wouldn’t

hear. “Stop taking your frustration with Faith out on everyone around you.”

He scoffed, but that same anger flashed in his eyes when Faith put her head on her boyfriend’s shoulder.

“The good ones don’t come easy,” I said softly.

“Everyone comes easily,” he countered. “Almost everyone.”

I had to feel a little bad for the guy. It sucked to want someone who didn’t want you, and something told me he’d never been through that before.

“Here she is!” Shea stood up as Elliott’s shift started.

“Good form,” Connor complimented.

“We’ve been working on it,” I answered.

Puck dropped, and the action began.

“Dude, he’s offsides!” Connor yelled as the ref missed a call.

“He’s nine, Connor,” Faith called back.

“Never too young to know the rules,” he countered, setting Hannah down.

“Edge him out! Take away his space!” Lukas shouted. “Good girl! Take him out!”

A group of the opposing team’s parents all craned their necks to look at us.

“Sorry,” I told them, “he forgets that checking doesn’t start for a few more years.” I aimed that last part at Lukas.

Lukas shrugged. “Still would have worked.”

Elliott passed to the Vance kid, who shot and scored.

All of the Sharks jumped up, yelling.

“Little playmaker you got there!” Gentry called over, nudging Shea.

She grinned, which lit up her entire face. “That, she gets from Hudson.” She leaned up and kissed my cheek.

It was the lightest I’d seen her in weeks. Todd’s reappearance, the security, the sessions we’d had with our lawyer, it was all wearing on her.

“Your first name is Hudson?” Noble asked, his brows drawn together.

“Yeah.”

“Like the river?” he prodded.

“I guess? What did you think it was?”

“Porter, I guess.” He shrugged.

“Porter Porter?” Shea started laughing.

“You guys are hilarious.” I gave them both a little side eye and went back to watching my girl.