Bennett on the ice (Boston Bay Vikings #2) - Lexi Buchanan Page 0,1
take some air in.” She grabs one of my hands and presses it against her heart. “Breathe with me.”
Seconds later, the constriction in my chest slowly starts to clear, and then suddenly it’s gone. I let out a whoosh of air. Inhaling and exhaling deeply. “I’m okay.” I shake my head, embarrassed. “I’m okay, Scarlett.”
She eyes me warily but carries on moving toward where the car is and where there will hopefully be an ambulance waiting.
Was that a panic attack?
If it was, I don’t want another.
2
Bennett
Feet up on the coffee table, a mug of coffee in one hand and the latest suspense in my other, I sigh at the joy of finally being able to relax after a grueling week of away games. I plan on going nowhere until tomorrow when it’s back on the ice. My body feels bruised and used, and now that I’m getting older, the aches and pains take longer to heal.
Turning the page of Cold as Ice, I catch a blur of pink from the corner of my eye. I tell myself not to look. However, no matter how many times I try and avoid Scarlett when she wakes in the morning, I never do. The girl is like a breath of fresh air. It’s something I realized I needed when she’d been kidnapped. Somehow, Scarlett Hayes has gotten under my skin, and I don’t know what to do about it.
She’s been living with me for weeks after my friends and I rescued her from a home situation that wasn’t right. At first, she’d been shy and awkward around me and in my apartment, but she's different since the kidnapping, which is one word to use for what she is. Different. It’s the one word that doesn’t send my head and gaze to other things. Things that shouldn’t even be thought about, considering I’ve given her a home while she finishes college. I don’t want her ever to think I gave her what I have because I want something from her. That isn’t the case.
I sigh and give in, looking across to the kitchen and a very sexy Scarlett. My eyes widen and focus on her ass in skimpy pink shorts with “Viking Babe” across the butt.
Fuck me!
White knee-high socks and a tank top complete her outfit. My eyes can’t decide on what to focus on. I know what they should be focusing on, and it isn’t on anything below the neck. She turns around, and a deliciously large pair of boobs squished in the top hit my line of sight. The book in my hand immediately hits my groin to cover what’s going on in my shorts. I’m so surprised by her lack of clothing that I can’t form words. The frustrating girl offers me a soft smirk before wiggling her fine ass back into her bedroom.
What the fuck just happened?
My hand trembles, and I slosh coffee onto the side table as I place the mug down. I inhale and remove the book from my lap and wince when my cock jerks, tenting my shorts. I liked the girl from the first, and until recently, she hasn’t gotten me hard by just a soft glance or by wearing next to nothing.
I can’t and won’t take advantage of the sexy minx. The decision made, I slide a hand under the band of my shorts and wrap it around my throbbing flesh. Hissing, I catch my breath and relax into the cushions behind my head. Each glide of my fist heightens the pleasure building in my balls. Spreading my legs, I get into fucking my fist to the image of Scarlett’s perfect set of tits pushing up against her top. I imagine fucking them while I pinch and roll her tight nipples that I’d seen before she’d turned away from me.
Heat rises, my lower belly tingles with an immediate need, my balls pull tight, and then I feel— Fuck! A bedroom door slams shut as my orgasm rushes along my cock. It feels fucking amazing. I grab a cushion from behind my head and hold it against my groin. When I finish, I wince at how much jizz I released.
“Having fun?” Scarlett asks.
I cast my eyes her way. She’s leaning against the wall, her cheeks flushed pink.
Did she see what I was doing?
Of course, she did, you jerk!
I clear my throat and grin. “I was.”
Her eyes dim and I frown, wondering what she read in my words to put that look on her face.