Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance Jami Davenport (best summer reads of all time .txt) 📖

We exchanged glances. We’d had this talk before, and our mutual problems with our fathers were one of the things that’d bound us together.

She snuggled close to me and leaned her head on my shoulder. While she watched the crowd buzz around us, I contemplated my next move or if there should be one. Taking a chance, I dropped my hand to her bare thigh. She sighed and snuggled closer. I slid my hand higher, and her legs parted while she made a happy little purring sound from deep in her throat.

I turned my head and Naomi lifted hers, regarding me with interest, sexual interest, and my hopes bumped up slightly. I cocked a brow at her. She put her hand over mine and guided it farther upward.

“Oh, touch me,” she gasped. And then I did exactly as she suggested.

Whoa. “You’re really wet.” And I was really hard. Painfully so. I hoped like hell she wasn’t playing me, because this was a fantasy come true.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She arched toward my waiting fingers.

I blinked several times, not sure I’d heard her correctly. Naomi wasn’t known for her tact, but her proposition was still almost too good to be true. I’d waited what seemed like a lifetime to hear those words from her lush mouth.

“Well, do you?” she demanded impatiently.

“I…uh, uh… Hell yeah,” I admitted, unable to keep up the charade of being good friends without any benefits. I fucking wanted those benefits. “And you?”

“I’ve wanted to strip you naked since I first met you.”

“That’s not just drunk talk?” I questioned because my insecure self required validation. I’d never picked up on her being interested in me, or I’d have gladly made the first move.

“If it is, it’s drunk talk by both of us.”

“We might regret this in the morning.” I gave her one more chance to back out and prayed she wouldn’t; all the while my fingers stroked her, causing her to groan.

“I can assure you, I won’t regret a thing, other than not doing this sooner.” She clumsily straddled me and rested her palms on my chest. Leaning close, she pressed those heavenly lips against mine. Any reason or sanity remaining escaped my brain faster than the team scattered whenever the police showed up to shut down one of our epic parties.

She grasped my shirt collar, and her mouth was hot, demanding. Two could play that game. I demanded right back. Our kiss was deep and scorching and sloppy. Just like I liked it. One of her hands slid downward past my waistband until she was squeezing the bulge in my jeans. I groaned, and I swear my eyes rolled back in my head and fireworks exploded. I slid both hands up her skirt and squeezed handfuls of her incredible bare ass.

She drove me beyond reason, and I’d have screwed her right here on this couch for the entire team to witness if one small shred of sanity hadn’t invaded my horny skull.

Reluctantly, I broke off the kiss and drew back. “Not here,” I rasped, breathing heavily.

She made a pouty face. “Not here?”

I briefly considered my options. Do I unzip my jeans and move aside her G-string for a quick hookup on the couch in front of everyone, or find somewhere private and make it an all-night affair?

As desperate as I was to be inside her, I opted for multiple orgasms over instant gratification.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said, reading my mind.

I didn’t have to be propositioned a second time. I lumbered to my feet and grabbed her hand. “Where to?”

“You live with your twin, and I have a private dorm room.”

“Your place then.”

We half ran, half staggered the several blocks from the hockey house to the dorm, laughing all the way there and stopping on occasion for brief make-out sessions. Once we stepped inside the dorm room, I kicked the door shut and locked it. We didn’t bother turning on the lights. Sex by touch worked for me. Any sex with Naomi worked for me.

Naomi grabbed the collar of my button-down and ripped the buttons off—and I do mean ripped. Seconds later, my jeans were pooled at my ankles. This girl didn’t waste any time. I shrugged out of what was left of my favorite shirt, kicked off my shoes, and stepped out of my jeans.

Naomi was still wearing all her clothes. Time to rectify that. I reached for her, barely able to make out her sexy silhouette. Her mouth was hot on mine as she clawed at my bare chest.

“You’re still dressed,” I panted.

“Let me fix that.” She kicked off her shoes, and the dress and G-string followed, then we fell onto the bed together. I’d have liked her to leave those shoes on, but now wasn’t the time to get hung up on details. She pushed me onto the bed and was on top of me in no time, rubbing her delectable body across mine and grinding into my painfully hard cock.

I needed her and now, but I wouldn’t be that guy who didn’t give as much pleasure as he got. Besides, Naomi was special. I’d dreamed of this moment for two years. Another few minutes wouldn’t kill me. I had to make this last for her. Naomi had other ideas.

She ran her hand up and down my dick. “You’re so big. I knew you’d be big.” She fisted it and pumped her hand up and down. As much as I loved her hand job, I was going to blow all over if she didn’t stop.

“Naomi, I—”

“I get it.” She once again read my mind. “I want you inside me. We can take it slow the next time.”

There was going to be a next time? My heart sang with joy.

She leaned across me and opened the small drawer on the nightstand, pulling out a handful of condoms. I banished doubts from my mind that I was just another one of her conquests. And Naomi had a lot of those, if the rumors