Game Winner (Penalty Kill 3)

That’s why I’m debating proposing to Presley. It’s not a question of if I love her or if I want this, because I do more than anything. It’s whether or not we’re ready to move to that step. I wouldn’t want to overshadow Marley’s engagement either. Not to mention I would have to ask her father, find a ring, and figure out how I would propose to her. But I don’t know if I should. A proposal probably wouldn’t come for a while anyway, if I do decide to pop the question. There would be a lot to plan.

What the hell am I even thinking? When we talked, Presley didn’t hint that she wanted this any time in the near future. One day. That was the phrase we used. But if I’m thinking about it, then surely she must be too. I hope so anyway. I park my SUV and thankfully, the thoughts can stop for now. Smarty is waiting for me inside. Once I grab my things, I start the walk up to her apartment.

I knock, feeling a bit odd since I used to live here, but it’s more of a heads up. Before I can move my hand to the doorknob to open the door, it swings open. Presley attacks me. Seriously. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck in a hug as I wrap one of my arms around her waist, immediately feeling at peace and at home. Then she pulls away within seconds and kisses me hard. Her tongue slips into my mouth, reminding me of exactly what I’m missing in Pennsylvania.

My exposed skin starts to tingle from the bitter cold and reluctantly, I break our kiss. Presley grins widely at me. She looks ridiculously happy. The way she looks right this second seals the deal for me. I tuck that away for now.

Chuckling, I push her gently backwards. “It’s cold, Presley. Let’s go in before we freeze to death, and you let all the warm air leave your apartment.”

She laughs, unwraps her arms from around my neck, and walks inside. “I sure hope that wasn’t the big kiss I asked for because if it was, then I’m disappointed.”

“That hurts,” I tell her as I leave her in the living room to go put my things in the bedroom. When I reenter, I add, “My kisses should never be disappointing.” I take a seat on the couch and pull her into my lap, so she straddles me.

Presley rests her hands on my shoulders, her red hair is up in a high bun and I wonder if she did that on purpose. I love her neck and shoulders. Right now, both are on view because of the bun and her cami. “They aren’t, but it wasn’t the big kiss I wanted.”

Her shirt distracts me. “Why the hell are you wearing this? Aren’t you chilly? Even inside?” I slip a finger under the strap, moving it to the side, so it’ll hang down her shoulder.

Smarty shakes her head. “No, I’m not. When do I get my kiss, Levi?” She smiles and leans forward just a little bit.

I place my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to eliminate the space between us. My answer is the big kiss she wants. I kiss her softly before tugging her lower lip between my teeth and biting down. Presley moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. My tongue slides into her mouth, greedily savoring her unique taste. She shifts in my lap, just the slightest of movements, but I feel it. God, do I feel it.

She runs her tongue along the back side of my front teeth. That is almost the undoing of me. Presley presses her lips to mine, and I suck her lower lip back into my mouth, biting down for a moment before slowly pulling away so it pops back out.

“That was your big kiss,” my voice rumbles from deep in my throat.

Presley smiles. “Much, much better.” She rests her forehead against mine, closing her eyes. “I’ve missed you, Levi.”

“I’ve missed you too, but you have me for an entire thirty-six hours before I leave again. Should we start it off with a bang?”

Laughter bubbles out of her, and I grin. “Aren’t you hungry? Or have you eaten already? I want to make sure you have plenty of energy,” she says.

“I always have energy for you.” After I think about it for a moment, I add, “Food does sound good, though.”

She shakes her head. “I’m almost jealous of the food, but I expected it, and there’s two plates of hot, just made dinner in the kitchen.”

I give her a quick kiss. “You’re the best.”

Presley slides off my lap, and we make our way to the kitchen, taking a seat at the table. As we eat, she catches me up on some of the smaller details of what I’ve missed. She hasn’t seen my father lately, so she’s excited to see him tomorrow. Our conversation turns to hockey, and I notice Presley tilt her head, watching me as if she’s examining me.

“What?” I finally ask, standing to take our empty dishes to the sink.

“Something seems different about you.”

My brows come together as I turn to face her. “What do you mean?”

Smarty walks over to me, pinching my arm. “Have you been working out more? You look bigger, thicker, more built.”

I laugh. “I’m not lounging on a couch or going out all the time, Smarty. I’m either at the house, the gym, or the rink. But yes, I have a little more muscle on me.” Grabbing her hips, I quickly tug her flush against me. “Would you like to see?” I dip my head to graze my teeth along her shoulder while mumbling, “I do believe you had one more request.”

“Mmm,” is all she says.

After a chuckle, I sharply nip the crook of her neck. She sucks in an inhale and then places her hands on either side of my jaw to bring my lips to hers. Presley kisses me hard, with a lot of desire, and my cock demands to be inside her right now. Without removing our mouths from each other, I begin to walk causing Presley to walk backwards too. We run into a chair at the table, so I break the kiss to get to the bed faster.

But once we’re in her room, I close her door, quickly face Presley to find that she’s beginning to undress while watching me. I grab the collar of my shirt and lift it up over my body. Presley, fully naked, steps forward, reaching for the button of my jeans. The action alone captures me, rendering me helpless to do anything but watch. She lowers to her knees as she pushes down my jeans and boxers.

I step out of them and as soon as I do, Smarty wraps her fingers around me at the base of my shaft. She licks upwards, causing my pulse to quicken rapidly. God, she feels so good. When she takes me into her mouth, my knees nearly buckle. I loosely guide her movements, but she doesn’t need any of my help. Presley works me with her mouth and hand, sucking, licking, and gripping me with just the right amount of pressure. She swirls her tongue around my tip, lowers her mouth over my cock again, and sucks hard.

“Smarty,” I warn. She does it again, and I know I won’t last much longer. Gently, I push her away. As soon as she’s removed her mouth and hand, I take her arm to pull her up, kissing her immediately. My hands grab her waist, and the feel of her naked body against mine is almost too much. They lower to the back of her thighs and lift to wrap her legs around me. Instead of going for the bed, I turn and push her against the door.