“Wow. This is pretty serious, Ryan.”
He nods again, his hands smoothing up my forearms.
“I admit, I don’t know a lot about hockey, but this is basically you asking me to go steady, right? Isn’t this like the sporty version of becoming your old lady?”
“Well, you are ten years older—ouch—” He laughs, rubbing the spot on his arm where I just punched him. “Tess, do you want to be my sporty old lady?” he teases. “You wanna ride my dick and cheer for my team and wear my jersey to my games?”
I’m still shaking my head at his low blow, but then I’m smiling and saying, “Yes.”
“You know what else wearing this jersey means, right?” he says, his face turning serious.
I raise a brow in question.
“It means we go public. The only person who wears my jersey is my person. You’re mine and I’m yours and we’re together. Everyone will know, Tess. The team, our friends, the fans…Troy.”
I hate the sound of his name spoken from Ryan’s lips. I send up a silent prayer that it’s the last time he ever says it.
“Whatever happens, we face it together, yeah? Good press, bad press, and all the press in between,” he goes on. “You handle your ex. If you want me to stay out of it, I will. But running and hiding from him are off the fucking table. If you’re mine, you stand and fight. We don’t hide from our pasts, and we don’t keep secrets. Truth and trust. No more working alone, alright?”
I nod again. It’s scary for me with all my baggage, but I want this. I want Ryan and the uncomplicated happiness he’s offering me. I want to leave my past behind and move forward. I want to trust him. He’s holding out a hand like a lifeline, and I’m taking it.
“You’re mine,” I say, the jersey pinned between our naked bodies as I brush a hand down his chest, over his abs. With a smile, I palm his dick, stroking along his shaft with my fingers until he twitches in my hand.
“I’m dying, Tess,” he says with a soft groan. “If this is a tease—”
I cup him tight, and he gasps, his hands going to my shoulders. Stepping into my power, I hold his gaze. “Outside these walls, I’ll be Langley’s girl. I’ll go to your games and wear your number and cheer for you. But we both know that inside these walls, you’re Tess’s boy.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his cock twitching in my hand.
“This body is mine,” I say, leaning forward to kiss along his chest. “Every inch. I’m gonna put on this jersey, and then I’m taking what belongs to me.”
His jaw clenches tight as his pretty green eyes darken. “Do it,” he says. “Show me who owns me.”
I drop my hand away from him, and he lets out a sharp breath through parted lips. “Get on the bed,” I command.
“Put on the jersey,” he counters, his eyes narrowing at me.
With a smirk, I break our gaze and focus on the jersey. Flipping it around, I stuff my hands inside it, raising it up over my head. I tug it down, my head popping out through the open “V.” A few loose curls fall in my eyes, framing my face, and I let out a little laugh, watching the way his eyes light up.
Oh, this is just too easy.
I tug the jersey down over the girls. It’s a snug fit, but it works. The bottom of the jersey sits tight around my hips. The sleeves are too long, practically covering my hands. “Well?” I say, lifting my hands to the side and doing a little turn for him. I’m sure I look ridiculous wearing just the jersey and nothing else, my pussy and dimpled booty on full display.
“Fucking perfect,” he says with stars in his eyes.
My smile widens as my heart beats a little faster. “You like what you see, hockey boy?”
“So fucking much,” he replies. He wraps an eager hand around his hard dick and gives it a few slow pulls. “I’m finding it very hard not to pin you to the bed and fuck you ‘til you scream,” he admits, his voice low.
“But that’s not the game we’re playing tonight,” I tease. “I’m in charge, remember?”
He drops his hand away from his dick, taking a deep breath, shoulders squared at me. “I’m yours. Fuck me ‘til there’s nothing left.”
We collide, bodies crashing together as we reach for each other, unable to hold back a moment longer. His hands reel me in, and we sink down on the bed, right on top of the spread of disgusting photos meant to tear us apart.
I climb onto his lap, my bare pussy resting over his hard dick. We both gasp, his hand dipping between us to adjust so I can grind along his shaft, my wetness making it slick and warm.