Iced Out: A Rival’s Sister Hockey Romance (Heston U Hotshots Book 1)
Iced Out: A Rival’s Sister Hockey Romance – Chapter 22

Our group makes our way back to the house when Reagan’s shift ends. I keep Maya tucked beneath my arm, keeping her warm against the frigid chill in the winter air.

Kit-cat waits for me on the porch, pacing back and forth when we start up the path to the house.

“Oh, is this where you hang out?” Maya moves ahead to crouch in front of my cat. “Do these boys give you all the food?”

“That’s all Easton,” Theo says on his way to the door. “He started feeding her freshman year. Then brushing her. Now she’s claimed this as her place.”

“She likes it when her coat is shiny.” I squeeze the back of my neck as heat creeps up it.

Maya shoots me a pleased look. “Of course she does. I met her a while back on one of my night walks. What’s her name?”

“She sort of doesn’t have an official one,” I admit. “We call her a bunch of things, but usually I land on Kit-cat.”

She hums, petting the cat beneath her chin. “I think she looks more like a Turnip.”

“Turnip?”

“What? It’s a great name for a cat.”

Kit-cat follows us and Maya picks her up, expression softening with affection at the loud purring. My steps falter, heart thudding. Kit-cat can be shy, but she’s warmed right up to my girl.

“She likes you. She doesn’t usually let other people pick her up.”

“I’m good with animals. Always have been.” She lets Kit-cat sniff her nose, puckering her lips to kiss the air. “Actually, I like animals better than people most days.”

“Most people,” Reagan interjects.

“Most people,” Maya agrees. “The tolerable ones get a pass.”

“Do I count as most people?”

She laughs at the charming grin I offer and bumps her shoulder against my chest.

“You count.”

I turn around and raise my voice to tell the empty street the good news. “I count!”

“Shh.” She tugs on my sleeve, careful not to upset the cat. “You’re going to wake up the whole town.”

“Come on.”

We go into the house. I pause in the entryway, taking the cat into my arms. Her purring sounds like the motor of the world’s smallest pickup truck when I nuzzle my nose against her head and smooth a hand down her back.

“Did you eat all the field mice you could replace today, pretty girl? What about the coffee shop, they gave you some milk again, didn’t they?”

Maya stares at me, the corners of her parted lips tugging up.

I might be six-five, built, and the captain of the hockey team. Doesn’t mean I’m not man enough to baby talk my cat.

I smirk at her awestruck expression. “What?”

“Nothing, you doing that is just really hot for some reason.”

My mouth stretches into a cocky grin. “Is it the baby talk or the way my biceps bulge when I cradle her like this, like she’s my baby girl?”

She shakes her head with a wry smile. “Shut up.”

Her cheeks flush, eyes dancing with mirth. She takes the cat from me and goes to replace everyone else.

“Which one is it?” I call after her.

“I’ll never tell.”

We end up piled onto the plush couches and chairs in the living room. Kit-cat hasn’t left Maya’s lap. Whenever she’s not looking, I take about twenty photos of my two favorite girls cuddling together. My chest expands so much it feels like it might burst open, no longer able to contain my happiness.

Someone starts the PlayStation and Reagan connects her phone to our speaker system to play music while we hang out. The chill vibe is nice. Tonight is the most fun I’ve had at the house in years.

I never minded the parties, but they pale in comparison. I’d take a hundred nights like this over the way things used to be before I met Maya.

I’m given the controller when Manning taps out against Cameron. He gets us set up for the next match.

“I’ll be back,” Maya says.

She kisses my cheek before getting up. My gaze tracks her through the room, the edges of my mouth quirking up.

“Oh!” Cameron pumps his fist in the air when he obliterates me because I’m not paying attention to the game. “That’s how it’s done boys.”

I hand off the controller to Elijah when he gets in from walking Hana home. “Here, rookie. Smoke Reeves for us. You’re the only one who can beat him. Avenge me.”

Elijah snorts, dropping into the open seat on the couch. “What, you old guys can’t make your fingers move fast enough? I bet that’s disappointing for the girls you hook up with.”

A round of protests and boos sound from the upperclassmen.

“I’ve never had any complaints.” Brody smirks, wiggling his fingers. “It’s more along the lines of oh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, ahhhh!”

“I know, I hear it every time you have someone over,” Theo says.

Noah leans over the back of the couch to mess with Elijah. “Come to the club with me. I’ll show you how the big boys keep all the girls happy.”

Elijah pushes him off, but it’s too late. Cameron wins again.

My brow furrows when I realize Maya’s been gone for a while. I search the living room, back den, and kitchen. In the front hall, Reagan is shrugging on her coat.

“Have you seen where Maya went?”

Reagan pauses, shooting me a sly smirk. “Upstairs to use your bathroom, I think. I’m out.”

I’m torn between making sure she has someone to walk her home in the dark and replaceing my girlfriend. I open my mouth and she cuts me off with a laugh.

“Relax, Hutch is waiting outside already. He’s driving me to campus. See ya.”

“Later.”

I take the steps at a quick clip, then stop in my goddamn tracks when I open the door and replace what’s waiting for me, because holy shit.

“I thought you’d never replace me,” Maya sasses.

She’s on my bed looking more exquisite than I’ve ever seen her. The green hearts have been washed off her cheeks, and her hair spills down loosely around her shoulders. She ditched the jeans she had on, legs bare and inviting when she skims a hand up her thigh.

And she’s wearing nothing but my jersey.

I repeat, holy shit.

The fantasies I’ve had of this have nothing on the real deal. My hungry gaze rakes over her, a thousand and one thoughts racing through my head of what I want to do to her first.

I want to fuck her. My hands flex, already imagining spreading those gorgeous thighs and sinking my cock into the tight heat of her perfect body.

No, I have to fuck her mouth while she’s on her knees.

No, shit, I need to taste her pussy with my hands fisted in my jersey and my name on her lips, knowing she’s all fucking mine.

“You’re wearing my number.”

The obvious statement is the first dumb thing to tumble from my lips. She tilts her head coyly, offering a sexy little smirk that sends blood rushing to my dick.

“I know how much you’ve wanted to see me in your jersey. I wanted to wear it just for you first.”

“Fuck. Maya, you look…”

She hums in amused agreement. “So, you like it?”

“Fuck yes.”

Finally, I replace the ability to move. I slam the door and reach her in two urgent strides. She rises on her knees to meet me. When I collide with her I take both of us to the bed, mouth already slotting over hers in a scorching kiss full of unchecked need.

My hands drag up her legs, dipping beneath the jersey to replace she’s not wearing anything underneath. A groan scrapes my throat as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips.

I kiss my way to her neck, pausing there to pay attention to the spot that makes her shudder. She grips my hair, squirming beneath me as my mouth moves against her skin. I work a knee between her thighs and waste no time sliding my fingers over her pussy to tease her clit.

Maya’s back arches. “Oh!”

My teeth scrape her throat and I enjoy the way her thighs clamp around my hand. She’s so responsive. It drives me insane.

I map a path down her body, kneading her breast as I close my lips around her nipple to suck it through my jersey. She writhes against my hand.

“Easton,” she whimpers.

I keep moving lower, lifting the hockey sweater to trace her stomach with my tongue until I reach her mound. Pausing, I draw back just long enough to strip my clothes impatiently, almost ripping them in my rush to get naked.

She sits up to peel off my jersey. My fist closes around the hem and I shake my head.

“No. Leave this on. I want to see how you look wearing it when I make you come.”

Her eyes darken with arousal, pupils blown wide to eat up the flecks of green and gold in her hazel irises.

I hold her gaze while I position myself between her legs, teasing her with grazes of my lips until she lifts her hips and pushes my head down to eat her. I chuckle against her pussy and get to work.

She pants, faint moans slipping out of her as I enjoy myself, licking and sucking with unrelenting focus until my face drips with her wetness. I grip the material of my jersey with both fists, holding it up while I devour her.

“Oh god, there. Please, I—I’m—”

Maya breaks off with a hazy cry, her body trembling with her orgasm. I don’t stop, determined to extend her pleasure. Her fingers scrabble across my shoulders trying to direct me up.

I continue lapping at her pussy because I’m addicted to the sounds she makes when she comes. It’s not until I have her shuddering for me again that I finally move, covering her body with mine.

“Taste it,” I mutter against her lips before I kiss her.

She sucks on my tongue when I sweep it into her mouth, making my grasp on her tighten. I grind my cock against her. She gasps when it rubs her clit.

The sensation is addictive. The slickness of her folds coats my shaft the more I glide the tip between them until the head pushes inside her.

Both of us groan. Fuck, she feels amazing. I want to keep going, desperate with the need to slam inside her and fill her pussy with my entire length without any barriers.

Tearing away from her is damn near impossible. I fumble through the drawer of my nightstand, but she pulls me back to her with an insistent tug and the most irresistible pleading noise.

I settle over her again, bracing my arms on either side of her body. She meets my eyes and bites her lip.

“Don’t,” she whispers.

My heart drums. “Don’t what?”

Maya wraps her legs around me and tilts her hips to rub against my cock. Air punches out of me in a rush as the tip enters her again. It penetrates deeper as she closes her eyes and encourages me to move with her heels pressing against my ass.

“Oh, shit, Maya,” I mutter hoarsely.

“Don’t put a condom on. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel you.” Her breath hitches with a strangled sound of pleasure as she keeps moving to take more of me. “Just like this.”

My stomach clenches with desire and I have to lock every muscle to withstand the growing urge to fuck her senseless. Her wishes mirror my own and the fragile thread of my control is about to snap.

I drop my forehead against hers, swallowing hard. “Are you sure? I’m tested for everything regularly for the team, but I’ve never slept with anyone without one.”

“Yes. I’m on birth control. And even if I wasn’t… I’d still want this. I need to feel you, Easton.”

My mouth crashes against hers in a fiery kiss. With a growl, I draw my hips back and drive into her with a sharp thrust, swallowing her cries as I fuck her raw.

Her pussy squeezes me like it doesn’t want my dick to leave. It’s hot, tight perfection. Too perfect.

With a grunt, I freeze with my cock buried inside her, trying to catch my breath while I concentrate on not coming.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

“Fuck,” I grit through my teeth when she clenches around me.

I capture her lips, then flip us to put her on top. God, she looks sexy straddling me like this. I gather the jersey in my grip, holding it up to see her pussy stretched around my cock. Jesus, that’s a nice fucking sight.

“You look damn good sitting on my cock, baby.”

She goes still for a moment, staring at me like she’s seeing me for the first time. I caress her thigh soothingly.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. It’s just… I’ve never done it this way before. With me on top.”

The corner of my mouth lifts. “No? Then I get to show you how fucking amazing it is while I lay back with this excellent view.”

She looks down at herself, splaying a hand over the softness of her stomach on display. Typically she’s confident, but the moment of vulnerability makes something fierce and protective tug in my chest. I capture her wrist and bring her hand to my lips to kiss.

“You’re beautiful, Maya. Every damn inch of you.” The tightness in my chest loosens when she relaxes. “Now chase what feels good.”

It takes her a minute of trying different angles, first circling her hips, then grinding back and forth. When she does replace the sweet spot for what she needs, I know it immediately from the sigh that slips out of her.

She’s stunning riding my cock.

I love that she loses herself in her pleasure now that she’s found the motion she likes. Her eyes close and her head tips back with a little moan as she dictates the pace.

Shit, she still feels way too damn good. The fire in my veins builds again, taking me closer and closer to exploding. I’m fighting for my life trying to make this last, holding off as long as I can so she comes first. I’ve never struggled like this before.

With a groan, I knead her hips. “If you keep that up, I’m not going to last.”

Maya smirks, planting her hands on my chest for balance as she rides me faster.

“You’re the one that put me on top. This is for me, so you’ll just have to take it.”

Another wrecked noise tears from me. I love it when she’s confident like this, it’s so fucking sexy. I urge her on, grip flexing on her hips.

Her lids grow heavy and her mouth parts as she stares at the strained expression melting from my face because I can’t hold it off any longer. My cock throbs and the orgasm that rips through me leaves me lightheaded.

“Oh!” She gasps, hips still moving as my come fills her.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby,” I breathe raggedly.

“I’m not,” she manages. “I—ah!”

Her thighs clench and her pussy flutters around me. She sighs in satisfaction, riding out her orgasm with languid movements as she grinds on my cock.

I can make her come harder than that.

Grabbing her waist, I curl up for leverage, thrusting to keep hitting the spot that makes her gasp. It’s muffled against my mouth when I press it to hers.

My hands roam her body as we kiss. I fight my softening cock, fucking her as long as I can before I flip her onto her back. Moving between her legs and tugging them over my shoulders, my mouth covers her pussy with a groan.

I taste both of us.

Despite coming moments ago, heat sears through my veins from it, and from the sexy fucking noises she makes while I devour her.

Her hands sink into my hair, gripping to hold me in place swirling my tongue over her clit. “You’re going to make me come again.”

“That’s the idea.”

My fingers dig into her hips and my mouth hovers over her glistening pussy. I look up the length of her body, pinning her with my gaze. A shiver racks her body from my breath ghosting across her sensitive folds.

“We’re not stopping until I make you scream my name louder than you did at the game. Ready to lose your voice, baby?”

She pushes out a breath, nodding. I put my mouth back where it belongs and worship her body.

Sucking two fingers to wet them, I sink them inside her, fucking her slowly. It lights up a primal side of me knowing I’m pushing my come back inside her pussy.

Maya tangles her fists in the sheets, rocking her hips against my face with abandon. Then she tenses with a shattered cry.

“That’s it,” I croon. “I’ve got you.”

The sounds she makes when she comes are better than anything I’ve ever heard in my life.

I’m rock hard again, cock throbbing. She makes me so wild.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “I need you again.”

I’m a man possessed when I reposition myself and push inside her with one long stroke. Her back bows and her mouth drops open, nails scratching rough lines down my back. My vision goes hazy for a second as lust courses through me.

“Yes,” she cries.

“Goddamn, your pussy squeezes my cock so good.”

“More. I need more.”

“More? You want fast?” I pick up the pace, grinning at her strangled gasp, then slow back down with steady, sharp thrusts. “Or hard?”

“Hard,” she whimpers. “Fuck me harder.”

Gritting my teeth, I give her what she needs. Each time I slam into her, her tits bounce as it jolts her body up the mattress.

My name flies from her lips with a desperate cry. She’s close again, her body trembling. I catch her hands, pinning them beside her head and claim her mouth.

When she comes, my hips stutter. Her pussy grips me like a vice.

My vision blacks out for a moment as I bury my cock inside her, shuddering with the force of my orgasm.

I do my best not to collapse on her like an asshole, managing to keep myself braced on one arm. I caress her with gentle touches, cupping her face. She loops her fingers around my wrist, rubbing her cheek against my palm.

We remain like that until we both catch our breath, exchanging lazy kisses with no purpose other than keeping the sense of connection going.

“You’re incredible,” I say against her lips.

“Back at you, lady killer. That was—” She pushes out an amused breath, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say you’re good at that.”

I chuckle. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You can admit I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

“There’s that cocky ego.”

With a sly smirk, she covers my face with both hands. I kiss her palms.

She traces my jaw and a flush creeps up her neck. “Should we go back downstairs? If they somehow didn’t hear us, there’s no way they haven’t guessed what we’re doing.”

“No doubt.”

She socks me in the arm. I drop against her, burying my laughter in the crook of her neck.

“Sorry, sorry.” I get myself under control, trailing kisses up her throat. “We’re a house full of hockey players.”

“Water is wet, you mean,” she sasses.

“Yeah, basically.” Sitting up, I scoop her into my arms and carry her to the bathroom. “Anyway, I don’t want to go back downstairs.”

“Oh? What are we doing instead? Because I think I’m tapped out.”

I pause at the small grimace that flickers across her face, stomach dropping. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, I think I’m just a little sore.”

I kiss her temple. “Then let me take care of you.”

Setting her on the counter, I turn on the shower and get a washcloth. When the water feels warm enough, I soak the cloth and nudge her legs apart to gently clean her.

“I wish I had a tub for you to soak in, but it’s too small in here.”

She drags her teeth over her lips. “It’s okay. This is nice. No one’s ever done this for me before.”

I brush my mouth over her cheek, then rinse the rag and wet it again to hold it between her legs while I get us towels. Once I return, I lift the hem of the hockey sweater to pull it over her head.

When I have it off, I pause. A rough noise vibrates in my chest at the sight of the fresh hickeys dotting her neck and collar bone. Stepping close, I brush her cheek with my thumb.

“Come on.”

Taking her hand, I help her down from the counter and follow her into the shower. It’s a tight fit, but I kind of like that. Water cascades over our bodies as they press together and steam envelops us.

She closes her eyes, expression blissful while I take my time gliding soapy hands over her body, kneading her muscles until she’s fully relaxed.

This is my first time truly washing someone I’m showering with. It’s far more intimate than sharing the space because of sex or two people washing themselves.

My arms lock around her waist and I press a reverent kiss to the top of her head. She leans against me with a soft sigh while I care for her.

A profound sense of contentment settles over me and I know without a doubt she’s it for me. There’s no one else who could ever fit as perfectly with me as she does.