Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Jami Davenport (classic novels to read .txt) 📕

the table, where Patrick had his tongue in one blonde’s mouth while squeezing the ass of the other.

“Good thing you aren’t going home tonight.”

“I imagine he’s been enjoying having the place to himself.”

“Did you tell him about us?”

“Yeah, I told him at practice on Monday. Said we were dating, and I might not be around much.”

“What’d he say?”

“Nothing. He said nothing.”

We finished off our wings and beer, and Paxton gave me that look I’d come to cherish—the one that said, I need you naked as soon as possible. I was all-in.

“Let’s get out of here. We have better things to do,” I suggested.

“I like how you think.”

“Of course you do. That’s because I have a dirty mind just like you.”

“The dirtier the better.”

One of the blondes had her hand down Patrick’s pants. Paxton made a gagging sound and grabbed my hand. We slipped out the back door so we didn’t have to go past them. I didn’t have my car, so we walked down the street hand in hand.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” Paxton asked me with a gleam in his eyes.

“In the living room of my dad’s condo while he was sleeping in the next room with one of his friends who was twenty years older than me.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, I wanted to be caught. I was going through a rebellious stage back then.”

“How old were you?”

“I’d turned eighteen and just graduated from high school.”

“Did he catch you?”

“No, but only because he was preoccupied.”

“Did you see the guy again?”

“We hooked up a few more times over the summer. Always somewhere public. The possible danger of being caught was how he got it up. That or Viagra.”

Paxton laughed. “And is it a turn-on for you?”

“It? Viagra?”

“No, the excitement of getting caught.”

I wasn’t sure where this was leading, but I had my hopes. “Oh, yeah. And you?”

“Never really tried it unless I was drunk and then I don’t remember.”

“You’re missing out.” I stepped in front of him, forcing him to stop, reached down, and cupped his balls through his jeans. I planted a trail of kisses up his neck to his ear. “Paxton, I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned and pressed his body against mine. Our lips met and our kisses grew hotter by the second. Reluctantly, Paxton drew away first. “I don’t think I can wait until we get to the dorm. You’re making me crazy.”

“Then don’t wait.”

The campus rocked on Saturday nights, and people brushed past us on the sidewalk. His mouth came down on mine, demanding and rough, and I gave it right back. We panted and groped at each other’s clothes. This time I separated from him.

“We can’t do it here in the middle of the sidewalk.”

“Are you sure?” His grin was wicked.

“I’m sure.”

“I have an idea,” he said.

“Good.”

He grabbed my hand, forcing me to hurry alongside him. We turned a corner and walked down the street where all the sororities and fraternities were located. He led me up the walkway of the loudest house on the block. Stepping over beer cans and one passed-out frat boy, we went inside.

The place was packed. The music was deafening. The beer was flowing freely. We pushed through the crowd to a back hallway. Paxton stopped and glanced around.

At the end of the hall was a laundry room.

“This should do,” he said as we peeked into the dimly lit room.

“Oh, yeah.” We walked farther inside a space housing cleaning supplies, a utility sink, and a commercial washer and dryer. Paxton spun around to shut the door behind us. He started to lock it. I put a restraining hand on his arm and shook my head.

“You’re a very naughty girl.”

“Let me show you how naughty.” To prove my point, I unbuttoned a few buttons to reveal a lacy bra and cleavage.

His grin was positively feral. He put his hands on my waist and hoisted me onto the small counter next to the sink and pulled out his wallet, riffled through it. He met my gaze with a panicked expression.

“Oh, fuck, I’m out of condoms.”

“I have one.” I dug into my purse and opened the small packet.

“You are a woman after my own heart.”

“You’re a man after my horny ass.”

His brows shot upward, but he didn’t take my bait.

“Now come here.” I beckoned him with a crook of my index finger. He stepped closer. I unzipped his fly. I tugged on his waistband and pulled his jeans and underwear down enough to free his very large, very happy to see me cock. I rolled the condom down the length of him. Leaning back, I braced my upper body with my arms.

He lifted my skirt, and his smile was positively feral when he saw I wasn’t lying about no panties. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs wide, opening myself up for him.

“Fuck you’re beautiful.”

“And wet. Very, very wet.”

He swallowed hard and groaned.

“Fuck me, Pax. Fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.”

He did as she ordered. He plunged his cock into me with one hard, powerful stroke, leaving me breathless and gasping as my body sought to quickly accommodate his size. Paxton held himself there, grinding against my crotch, while he unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my bra down, freeing my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, exerting more and more pressure, the roughened pads of his fingers abrading my sensitive nipples. Stars exploded behind my eyes. I was coming. Just like that. I let out a yell, glad the music drowned out my enthusiastic orgasm. Paxton didn’t give me any recovery time. He began to thrust to the rhythm of the bass pounding all around us. He thrust harder and harder.

Then he stopped and held himself there. I whimpered, protesting when he withdrew from me. He flipped me over as if were no heavier than a rag doll and entered me from behind. He pounded into me, holding me steady with his fingers gripping my hips.

I reached under my body and grasped my nipples,