One Pucking Destiny (Crane Hockey #4)

Chapter 20

CHAPTER

TWENTY

ARI

I ’m officially the weakest person in the world or the horniest… or maybe both. I suffered a severe bout of insanity when I decided to strip down and join Bash in that shower. I don’t know what I was thinking or, more accurately, why I wasn’t thinking. But I just had to have him. Consequences be damned.

While I cleaned him up yesterday, he told me that he thought he was falling in love with me—words he doesn’t remember saying now. His vulnerability broke my heart because I don’t want to hurt him. Part of me felt guilty that he got so drunk yesterday, as if he did it to somehow erase his thoughts of me. Maybe that’s self-indulgent thinking, but it’s the impression I got.

So in response to that guilt, I do what? Go down on him in the shower and have some of the best shower sex known to man. Yes. That tracks. Completely logical behavior.

What is wrong with me?

At this point, what’s done is done. I have a day of sex planned, and that’s just the way it is.

I was clear with my expectations, and Bash agreed. We’re taking a day to make each other feel good. How is that any different from the one-night stand we had months ago? We’re just two consenting adults hanging out in a way that is enjoyable for us both.

Wrapped in a towel, I look in the bathroom mirror. My chest is flushed pink and not from the hot water. It’s hard to regret my decision when it feels this good.

Bash steps behind me. He moves my wet hair to one side and trails kisses across my shoulder and up my neck.

“Today started a bit different than I thought it would.” His lips pull on my earlobe before he stands up.

“Yeah, for me too.”

He looks at me in the mirror. A smile crosses his face, and he quirks a brow. “You didn’t plan on doing that?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“What made you do it?”

I turn away from the mirror, my backside against the bathroom countertop. I press my palms against his bare chest. “Lust.”

He chuckles. “Lust?”

“Yep. Just good old-fashioned horniness.”

“Where was all this horniness earlier this week? We could’ve had days of this.”

I tap my finger against his chest and slide it up to his lips. “See, days of this would be a relationship. One day is a hookup.”

“Gotcha. And you just do hookups.”

“For now.” I shrug, dragging my finger over his lips, causing his bottom one to pout out. “While I’m finishing school. I don’t have time for anything else.”

“By the way, aren’t you worried people will wonder where you are? I’m assuming you want to keep this hookup between us?”

“No worries. Cade, Iris, Beckett, and Mom went out again today. They’re going to some zoo and won’t be back until dinner. The others couldn’t care less.”

He nods. “I see you have this all planned out.”

“Planning is one of my strengths.”

“Wasn’t your mom curious as to why you didn’t want to go to the zoo?”

“No. I told her I would stay and take care of you.” I circle my hands around his neck. “She said I was a kind friend.”

He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and draws my face toward his. “You are the best kind of friend. The support you gave me in the shower was.” He sighs, the corners of his mouth turning up. “Top-notch.”

I kiss him. “Thank you. I take pride in my friendships. We should get dressed, and I’ll make you those pancakes. They’ll still be good even though you’re feeling better.”

“Yeah, it turns out you’re the best hangover cure there is.” He presses his lips against mine again in a sweet kiss. “I definitely want those pancakes, but there’s one thing I want to taste prior.”

A wicked heat pools at my core. “Oh yeah?” My words are a breathy whisper.

“Oh yeah.”

He yanks my towel from my body and kisses me hard as he walks us toward the bed. When the back of my knees hit the mattress, he guides me down until I’m sprawled out before him. His towel is still wrapped around his waist, but his desire is evident through the plush material.

Taking my ankle in his grasp, he trails kisses over my foot and up the side of my calf. I sigh contentedly, my body already starting to tingle. His soft lips kiss and lick up my inner thigh until he’s at my opening. My chest rises and falls, my breaths ragged in anticipation .

The way he looks at me with such reverence is the biggest turn-on. A whimper escapes as his finger dips inside me and turns inward, rubbing the sensitive part of my interior wall.

“Does that feel good?” He kisses the inside of my thigh.

I nod, my breathing heavy.

With two fingers, he spreads me open, and his tongue licks up my opening until he finds my bundle of nerves. I moan and grab Bash’s head, threading my fingers through his hair. I feel his smile against my skin. He devours me, alternating between licking and sucking. His finger works inside me in tandem, giving me a full range of sensations.

“Oh.” I moan, simmering energy building within. “Yes, Bash.”

This man knows his way around a woman’s body. Within seconds, I’m writhing against the bed, gripping the sheets with both hands as I chase my release. The warmth of my orgasm explodes, sending waves of euphoria through every quaking limb.

He works his tongue slowly against me until my trembling abates.

I’m boneless, and my body sinks into the bed, unable to move as I suck air into my lungs. Bash kisses up my body. He lays atop me. Resting his elbows on the bed, he cages me in and kisses my forehead .

“You’re the best hookup I’ve ever had,” I tease.

“Good.” He grins. “Ready to go make me some magical pancakes?”

“In a minute. There’s a matter we have to take care of.” I reach between our bodies and under his towel, feeling how ready he is to go again.

“We don’t have to. Believe me, you took good care of me in the shower.”

“There is no way I’m going to let you give me such an awesome orgasm and leave you this hard. Get rid of that towel,” I order.

“Yes, ma’am.” Bash flicks off his towel.

I trail my fingernails up his abdomen. “How do you want me?”

He grabs one of my knees and pushes my leg up and to my side. “Just like this.” He slides into me. “I want to see your face as your tightness completely unravels me.”

His gaze holds mine as he thrusts inside me, filling me so completely. It pains me to think I could have this whenever I wanted if only I weren’t so stubborn. I’d only have to ask, and Bash would drive to Lansing to make me feel good. Even as I think it, I know I never could. So I commit every incredible feeling to memory, knowing that no recollection could do this feeling justice.

He moves faster, his breaths becoming more audible. His mouth falls open, and his eyes look like they want to roll back, but he refuses to let them leave mine.

I dig my fingers into his ass and pull him into me, wanting every inch of him inside me. “You feel so good.”

“Fuck, Ari, you feel incredible.” His voice quivers. “Can you come again?”

I shake my head, not wanting his focus to be on me. He’s already given me two incredible orgasms in the past few minutes. I want him to feel every sensation of his orgasm. I slide my hands up his sides and to his face. Holding his cheeks in my grasp, I bring my lips to his and kiss him. “Harder, Bash. I love the way you feel inside me,” I say against his lips.

He thrusts with more force as his body trembles above me. I feel another orgasm build at my core, and despite my comment from moments ago, I desperately want to feel it again. “Don’t stop. Just like that,” I whine as I slide a hand between us and rub my bundle of nerves. “Oh God, yes,” I cry out.

“I’m about to come. Are you ready?” he breathes, his voice pained.

“Yes. Come inside me. I want to feel you,” I moan as my orgasm builds to a crescendo.

We fall over the edge together, and our bodies shake together in release.

Bash falls atop me as we work to catch our breaths .

After a few minutes, he leans up and takes my nipple in his mouth, pulling as he slides off me. He retrieves his towel from the ground and spreads my legs open.

“If that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He grins as he cleans me up with his towel. “So this probably should’ve been a conversation we had prior, but you are on birth control. Yes?”

“Of course.” I smile.

“In case you were wondering, I’m clean. I get tested for everything twice a year. And I’m normally always protected. Unless I’m fucking Ariana Cortez, and then I lose my goddamn mind. Literally.” He gifts me with his beautiful smile, and oh my, it’s a devastating event.

“I figured you normally did. I’m usually always safe, too.”

“Good. I’m so glad we’re having this conversation now after barebacking it twice already this morning.” He chuckles.

“I guess better late than never.”

He extends a hand and pulls me from the bed. “So about these magical pancakes. I’m famished.”