Skate the Line: A Single Dad Hockey Romance (Blue Devils Hockey Book 2)

ONE YEAR LATER

I glance at Sunny from across the loft turned art studio and watch her hard at work. With Ellie spending the night at her friend Jacie’s house, for a change, it’s just Sunny and me. All alone. In this big, empty house.

It isn’t often that we get to have a date night without Ellie tagging along. Usually, we wait until she’s fast asleep and then spend time together… in our bed. But tonight, we had free reign of the house and what better time than now for Sunny to teach me how to use the fancy pottery wheel she recently got?

My girl is an artist. Always creating.

It’s fascinating to watch.

She gets lost while painting, sculpting, molding, all of it. And I want to get lost with her.

“You’re staring again.” She muses through a smile.

I don’t deny it.

I shrug. “Just trying to watch and learn.”

Sitting on the stool, I stretch my long legs out in front of me and continue watching Sunny’s toned arms move back and forth as she kneads the clay. She forms it into a ball, and tosses it between her hands a few times before walking the short distance over to me.

Her brown eyes hold a hint of humor in them.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

Her mouth curves into a crescent. “I’m just going to enjoy watching you not be a superstar at something for once.”

I scoff. “How hard can it be? Ellie can do it.”

Sunny slaps the ball of clay onto the damp pottery wheel before her hands fall to her hips. I wonder what she’d do if I asked her to get naked underneath that apron thing she’s wearing? Would she do it?

I shouldn’t ask her.

That’d be distracting.

“It’s sort of tedious.” She warns. “Your hands have to move a certain way.”

I grin and it takes her no more than a second to blush.

“But I’m good with my hands. Something you already know.”

She rolls her eyes and my grin deepens.

Next, she slides in front of me and pulls another stool in between my legs. She sits and puts her back to me. “I’m going to start and you’ll put your hands on mine and kind of get a feel for it, okay?”

My gaze immediately goes to her mouth when she tips her chin over her shoulder to look at me. I wet my lips with my tongue and she gulps while watching the action.

“Rhodes,” she says my name like some sort of warning, but I hear the desperation in her breaths. Sunny’s torso rises faster as I push myself even closer to her. She’s trapped, sitting in her stool with my chest against her back. I press my hardening dick against her lower back and she sighs shakily. Her fingers begin to slow on the pottery from my obvious distraction.

“You stop, I stop.” I tease.

I can’t hide the smile spreading on my face when she refocuses and begins to work the hollowing cavern again.

“Khoroshaya devochka,” I whisper.

Her head tilts backwards with a soft gasp.

She loves it when I call her good girl in Russian.

I slip my hand into the front of her tight leggings that I swear she wears to drive me nuts.

I mimic her fingers.

Hers slide forward, mine slide forward. Hers pull back, mine pull back.

It only takes a few swipes and heat is pooling in between her legs.

“Ah,” she whispers.

With my nose, I trail a line from her neck to her throat. I place a soft kiss there and continue watching her fingers.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

And there.

Unable to resist, I push my fingers into her.

So hot.

My body tightens with need and hers moves with pleasure.

“Don’t stop, baby.” I warn.

The pottery wheel slows at first but then it picks back up in speed and she moves her fingers again.

“Show me what you want,” I pull my fingers out before putting them back in again. I’m taking all my cues from her.

“You want it slow?” I nip her neck with my teeth.

Those perfect, talented fingers of hers are slow and gradual as they caress the inside of the clay vase. They dip further and I push into her even more, keeping my movements as slow as can be.

Brown waves brush the front of my shirt when she throws her head back with pleasure.

“I love seeing you like this,” I whisper. “All twisted with pleasure.”

I grab her chin with my free hand, still covered in wet clay and bring her mouth to mine. My tongue plunges past her lips and I catch her moan. A tight grunt of need creeps up from my chest and I suddenly stop caring about her fingers moving against the smooth clay. I finger fuck her, hitting the spot that I know sends her into a frenzy.

The pottery wheel stops making the whirring noise and suddenly, Sunny is turning around in her stool and pressing herself against me. My hands fumble with the knot of her apron and I quickly untie it. It falls to the ground in between us.

She moves instantly, pulling her shirt off and freeing her breasts from her bra. They spring into my face and as soon as I put one nipple into my mouth, she whimpers quietly.

I lean backwards and catch her eye. “The house is empty, which means you don’t have to hold back.”

The devilish twinkle in her eye makes me pause.

She stands up and shimmies her leggings to the floor, leaving her completely naked in front of me. Besides the clay on her hands and arms, and the little bit on her face from when I gripped her, she’s bare.

I am so hungry for her.

It doesn’t take me long to shed my clothes.

I sit down on the stool and grab onto her hips. “Come here.”

She comes willingly with a blush on her cheeks. I sit and stare up at her with my fingers grazing the skin on her belly. “Sit.”

Sunny positions herself over me and grabs onto my shoulders. They’re cool from the wet clay and I love that she’s getting me messy just like she is.

I grip my cock with my clean hand and hold myself still, letting her slowly glide onto it.

My head falls backwards. “Fuck.”

We both breathe a sigh of relief when she’s fully seated.

Her forehead falls to mine and we’re trapped in a halo of her hair. When her white teeth sink into her bottom lip, it digs right into my core.

“Fuck me, Sunshine. And let me hear you scream my name.”

I flex my hips and go deep. Her mouth opens with a gasp and my lip lifts. Her eyes narrow, like she took my smirk as some type of challenge.

I’m not going to correct her and tell her I was smiling because I love being buried deep inside of her. Instead, I’m going to let her prove something to me.

“Ah fuck,” I mutter.

She moves with a purpose, taking me deeper and deeper each time she comes down. Her pussy is tight and hot and so fucking wet. I slip my hand around the front of her toned belly and graze her clit. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders so I do it again, only this time, I linger.

“Rhodes.”

I stare at her hardening nipples.

“Sunshine.”

“It feels,” she shivers in my grasp and starts to move faster.

“Tell me how it feels.” I grit.

“So…so good.”

“Then let me hear it,” I demand. I rub fast circles against her clit.

The loud noise she lets out is so hot, I stall out. I freeze, watching pleasure coat her features.

I curse.

She bares down on my cock, our legs slapping together, and comes all over my dick. She’s got me in a vice grip, and I think I may be bleeding from her nails digging into my shoulders.

It turns me on so much more.

As soon as I know she’s ridden her high, I wrap my arms around her torso. “Hang on tight, baby.”

Her back hits to the floor and I fuck her fast and hard. Her pussy grips onto me again and her spine curves with the arching of her body.

“Jesus Christ.”

The room dims and I sink my teeth into her shoulder. She orgasms again and it sends me over the edge. Before I can react, I’m spilling my come into her hot pussy, both of us unwilling to part ways.

My chest heaves as I try to hold myself up so I don’t crush her. I stay buried inside of her and finally regain the ability to open my eyes. Sweat coats our skin, and there’s a pretty little flush working its way up her chest to her neck.

“God damn,” I mutter, bouncing my eyes back and forth between hers. “Thank god you got birth control, sunshine. Or else, you’d have a baby Rhodes in there right now.” Not that it’d be a bad thing, but we decided we aren’t ready for that yet. I’m too selfish to share her with anyone other than Ellie.

The smallest smile graces her mouth and then, she starts to giggle.

My brows furrow and my arms start to shake the longer I hold myself up. “What?”

The apples of her cheeks turn pink. “We’re a mess.” Sunny’s soft gaze falls to my shoulders and chest.

I’m covered in the same flaky clay that covers her hands.

A dirty smirk creeps onto my face causing her smile to waiver.

“You know what that means?” I ask.

“What?”

I pull out of her and scoop her up into my arms. She squeals with laughter.

“Shower time, baby.”

“Rhodes!” She holds on tight and giggles.

Time for round two, Sunshine.