Page 67 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)

His swallow is loud enough for me to hear. “You’re coming to my game?”

“I figured you guys would play better if you didn’t have to worry about me being alone at home.”

“Fuck, Wren.”

My panties fly down my legs, and Stone’s hand splays out on my back. My ribs ache from the sink cutting into the bone, but the bite of pain only lasts a second when he fills me.

“That’s too much for me to handle.”

I reach up to my shoulder and grip his hand that keeps me steady. He pumps into me slowly, hissing between every breath and pulling pleasure out of me like it’s his favorite pastime. I don’t even think he stopped to put a condom on, and it feels too good for me to make him do it now, just like when we were in the rink and I was afraid someone was going to see us.

“You feel so good, and knowing you did something so I could play better is a fucking turn-on,” he murmurs against my skin before biting onto my earlobe.

Sprinkles of pleasure race to my blood, and I whimper.

“That’s a good girl, already squeezing my cock.”

Fuck me.

I burst at the seams when he tilts my hips and slides in fast to hit the spot that I need. His mouth captures mine, and we both stop kissing as soon as my orgasm peaks.

“Fuck, your pussy is milking me, Sticks.”

He leaves me empty as he pulls back and twists me around, hurriedly pulling up my jeans and spilling himself all over the front of them. My brows furrow at the act, and when he lets out a breath and calms his rising lungs, he sends me the cockiest look I have ever seen.

“Payback, remember?” His gaze falls to my pants that are now wet and sticky.

I’m too blind by the pleasure sweeping through my body to realize what he’s referring to. Without so much as a flinch, I allow him to take my hand and press it to the mess he left against the denim. “Now you look like you’ve pissed yourself too.”

My lips part, and he places a quick kiss to them before putting himself back together and opening the door. Cool air rushes in, and the fog on the mirror quickly disappears as he pulls me, leaving my hair tie in the sink as a little memento to what we’d just done.

I don’t have to show Stone that I’m at his mercy.

He already knows.

CHAPTER24

STONE

My obsessive infatuationwith Wren isfine. It’s not out of control. It’s not taking over my life. I’m not constantly thinking about her.

I’ve got hockey to think about. Especially since she offered to come to the game tonight.

I close my laptop and pack my bag, then lean back and eye Wren four tables away. Her back is to me, hunched over her notebook. We’re the only two people studying in the library. It’s game day, and I think everyoneexceptSticks decided to sleep in.

As soon as she left this morning, climbing over me and getting dressed in the bathroom like a chicken, I hopped out and followed her.

Past Wren, at the reception desk, the sole student worker has her head buried in a book.

I hoist my bag over my shoulder and stalk up behind Wren. She’s got earbuds in. Totally distracted.

“Ahh!” I yell, sliding my hands under her arms and yanking her backward out of the chair.

She full-on screams, flailing as I hoist her over my shoulder. She brings her legs up to her chest, her arms going everywhere. Her hand smacks into the side of my face, fingers digging into my mouth, and I can’t withhold my laugh. I drop her back to her feet and spin her around.

As soon as she realizes it’s me, her mouth drops open.

I burst out laughing. “Sorry, Sticks,” I wheeze. “Is that your defense plan for when someone grabs you?Flailing?”