Darkroom: A Moo U Hockey Romance by Kate Willoughby (reading a book .txt) 📕

together, keeping me buried to the hilt inside her. She bucked off the bed, hands fisting in the sheets as her pussy contracted around my cock. I came harder than I’d ever come before. The pleasure blew the top off my head and my balls erupted for what seemed like an eternity.

26

Indi

I’d done it. I’d literally done it. I was now a sexually active woman.

I couldn’t have planned a better first time if I’d tried. Hudson had made it a perfect night. He’d been so patient and careful, and talk about skilled… I really hadn’t expected to come once, let alone twice. I mean, talk about starting with a bang.

The next morning, we had sex again, and even though it was great, I did regret it a little because the soreness between my legs lasted until the afternoon. Ruby recommended a hot bath with Epsom salt and our apartment only had a small shower.

But Hudson’s en suite bathroom had a tub, so I returned that night.

Of course, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, especially when he saw me naked in the steaming hot water, my hair pinned up, my breasts just breaking the surface.

“God, you look so sexy,” he said.

Smiling, I tickled my nipples with my fingertips.

He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to my breasts. “I’d better leave. I promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with you. You came here because you were sore.”

I could see a prominent bulge in his jeans and just the sight of him hard and ready caused a heat to bloom between my legs.

“I’m not that sore,” I said.

He stared at me a while, gauging my seriousness. “Don’t toy with me, Indi.”

“I’m not. I want it. I want it as much as you do.”

With a groan, he stripped off his clothes in nothing flat. I stood up and even though I was soaking wet, he picked me up in his arms and deposited me on top of the bed. As he fumbled with the condom, I urged him to hurry.

“I’m moving as fast as I can,” he said with a laugh.

That moment when he pushed into me…the pleasure was so intense my eyes rolled back into my head. It hurt a little, but I didn’t care. I wanted it hard. I wanted it fast. He seemed to understand that without me telling him, or maybe he was just as worked up as I was.

It wasn’t long before I was coming apart, intense pleasure flooding me as Hudson came with a prolonged groan. We lay there, limp and wrung out until that inevitable moment when he pulled out and went to dispose of the condom.

“Want a cold pack again?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I’ll be fine. I just want to cuddle in bed.”

He slid between the sheets and spooned me. I loved the feel of his big hard body cradling me. His breath sifted through my hair and I couldn’t have been more content.

“Thanksgiving is coming up,” he said.

“I know. Are you going home too?”

“I think so.”

I sighed. “I don’t want to be apart for a whole week.”

“Can’t get enough of my amazing bod?” he joked.

I reached back and gave him a light smack on the behind. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

That’s when I got the idea.

“What if we spend it together?” I asked. “We could spend a few days with your family and a few with mine. My parents have been hinting around that we should come for a visit and I keep telling them you have hockey games on the weekends. Thanksgiving break is the perfect solution.”

“I don’t know, Indi. My family’s pretty intense. Sometimes there’s drama.” He scoffed. “Who am I kidding? There’s usually drama.”

“I’m sure I can handle it. What I can’t handle,” I said with a sly smile, “is being separated for a whole week. I mean, think about it. If we take this trip, we could have sex every single night.” I wiggled my butt against him in case he needed more encouragement.

His arm tightened around my waist and he growled into my hair. “Woman, you don’t realize what you’re getting yourself into. How about this? We spend the first few days with your parents, go to my house for Thanksgiving and come back here Friday? That way, we spend a minimal amount of time with my crazy family and you’ll still have the weekend to study.”

I loved that he knew me well enough to know that I couldn’t ignore school, even during Thanksgiving break. So what if his family was intense? So were my parents. I was convinced this little mini vacation would be dreamy.

The trip to Brattleboro only took a couple of hours. We took his Jeep because it was far more reliable than my car and would handle better if it started snowing. We’d just pulled up to my parents’ house when I laid a hand on his arm.

“Before we go inside, I want to warn you about a couple things,” I said.

“That sounds ominous,” he said with a laugh as he engaged the parking brake.

“My parents like to greet me with a group hug when I come home for a visit and…I’m not sure if they’re going to pull you into it or not.”

“No worries,” he said. “I’m not opposed to a group hug.”

“Well, this one lasts a while.” I glanced at the house. “Like almost a full minute. I’m not exaggerating.”

“Bring it on,” he said.

We got our bags from the back and headed up the concrete front walk. The home I grew up in was a plain two-story house with a garden that was spectacular in any other season, but now was nothing more than a collection of empty dirt plots and leafless shrubs and trees. My parents had grown vegetables for the pizzeria long before farm-to-table became a thing, so the entire backyard was like a mini farm.

We didn’t even get to the front door before it swung open and my mom and dad tumbled