“Well, you have me. Where do you want me?”

He tugged me toward him until I was straddling his legs. His erection pulsed between us as he slammed his mouth to mine and gripped the back of my hair with a tight fist that made me cry out into his mouth.

Rough sex with Kane was the absolute best sex of my life, and he was always rougher, bossier after a game. I submitted to his hold, to the harsh grip on my hips as he rocked me against him, but I didn’t need the foreplay. I’d been wet for him ever since the game ended and I decided to surprise him with my newest purchase.

“Ready,” I gasped against his mouth and raised up off his thighs.

“Sure?” He stroked himself, the image blurry through the water, but I’d seen him do it enough it was vivid in my mind. The way he took long, slow pulls to get started, quick short strokes when he was close.

“Please.”

“Fuck. Begging. Think I like that.” He slipped my nipple into his mouth, and bit down harsh enough that I cried out and gripped the sides of his head to push him away, but he kept lapping at my nipples, switching back and forth, tugging and biting them enough that a shock of heat raced to my sex. If we weren’t in the tub, I’d be a dripping mess.

Once he lined us up, he pulled back, and with both hands on my waist, slammed me down onto his full length in one forceful pull.

“Shit.” My eyes rolled back into my head as he filled me, stretched me, and today, he didn’t give me time to get used to the heavy feel of him before he was moving. He bounced me on his dick and held a breast with one hand.

He might have been on the bottom, but he was in full, dominating control, and I loved every punishing thrust, every groan I pulled from him, and every cry he yanked from me.

Kane Andrews was a god on the ice and a beast in bed, and he was mine.

I opened my mouth to cry out, my body trembling and my orgasm racing through me faster than I could prepare, and as I called out his name, he cupped the back of my neck, and brought my mouth to his. Kane swallowed my screams, and my entire body ignited with an orgasm so fierce, so long while he continued pounding into me from beneath. For a moment, I was worried it’d never end.

Death by amazing hot sex in a hot tub.

There were worse ways to go.

“Fucking hell,” he moaned and rolled his hips. His body shuddered as he came, his thick dick pulsing inside of me as he reached his own end and for several long moments, we stayed clasped together. My arms around his shoulders. His around my lower back. Our mouths moved together, slowly and softly until a final shudder rolled through me, and I was pretty certain I could breathe again.