Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 196

Chapter 56

ALLISON’S POV

“We definitely could’ve stayed a bit longer at the party,” I say, nudging the door shut behind us as we step into Justin’s apartment.

“Longer?” He heads straight for the fridge, grabs two bottles of water, and cracks one open. He finishes it in one go, then tosses the second to me. “Why would we stay longer?”

I catch it easily, twisting the cap. “I don’t know.” I shrug, taking a small sip. “Who leaves a party that early? We’re literally in college and there’s a rule somewhere that says you’re supposed to stay until something wild happens.”

When I finish drinking, I twist the cap back on and set the bottle down on the kitchen counter.

“I can take you back,” Justin says. “Or we could stay here and have fun.”

I lift a brow, biting my lip. “What kind of fun?”

He pushes off the wall and closes the distance between us. He stops just inches away, his gaze dropping to my mouth before his hand comes up to tilt my chin. Then he kisses me.

His lips are warm when they meet mine, parting slightly as his tongue slides in, tasting like mint. His thumb

brushes the side of my neck lightly, but it makes my skin buzz.

I close my eyes and lean into him, feeling my stomach do that stupid flip thing. My hands are awkward for

a second before I grab the front of his shirt. The kiss gets deeper, and I’m actually starting to lose track of everything else and then he just… stops.

Slowly, he pulls back, his breath hitting my mouth in short puffs. “Stay with me.”

He doesn’t sound like he’s asking, but I still nod. “Okay.” My fingers curl into his shirt, gripping lightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“Did you?” he asks, a faint smirk tugging at his mouth.

I nod again, not caring how needy I sound. I missed him so much it felt wrong, like something inside me had been thrown off balance. And if admitting that makes me pathetic, then so be it.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, pulling me closer. “I’m really sorry for what I said, Allison. I was a jerk, no

excuses.”

I manage a small smile. “Then make it up to me.”

His brows lift slightly. “How?”

My lips press together before I answer. “We’re alone now.”

Instantly, something dark and hungry flickers in his eyes, the kind of look that makes my pulse stumble. He stares at me like he’s seconds away from losing control and I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more.

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With a crooked grin, he suddenly lifts me off the floor. I let out a surprised laugh, instinctively wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me down the hallway and shoots the door to his room open with his leg.

He sets me back on my feet, but before I can even say anything, he starts peeling away my clothes like he can’t get them off fast enough. In seconds, my jeans and top are gone, and then his mouth crashes into mine in a heated, breath-stealing kiss.

One thing about Justin is that he never hides what he feels. He tells me exactly how much he needs me through his kisses, through the way he holds me like I might disappear if he lets go. And tonight, his need

is overwhelming and almost desperate. He kisses me like he’s been starved, like every second without me

has been torture, and I can barely find space to breathe between each hungry pull of his lips.

His clothes quickly join mine in a heap on the floor before I’m lifted, our mouths meeting again. The

bathroom door is shoved open, and a second later, warm water rains over my skin. I gasp at the sudden

sensation, my fingers tightening in his hair as steam begins to rise around us.

The shower spray soaks through what’s left of our clothes in seconds-my panties clinging to my skin, his

boxers plastered to his thighs. Justin doesn’t bother turning the water down or adjusting anything. He just sets me down, pressing my back against the cool tile, the contrast making me arch into him with a sharp

inhale.

His mouth finds my neck next, sucking hard enough I know I’ll have marks tomorrow while one hand slides down my side, his rough palm dragging over my skin until he hooks two fingers under the waistband of my panties and yanks them down my legs in one impatient motion. They tangle at my ankles for half a

second before I kick them aside.

I reach for him, fumbling at his soaked boxers, and shoving them down just far enough. He’s already hard, nudging against my stomach, and the feel of him makes my thighs clench. When my fingers wrap around him, he groans into my mouth before I start stroking him, his hips jerking forward into my grip.

“Fuck, Allison,” he mutters against my collarbone, his voice wrecked. He grabs my wrist, guiding my hand away like he’s too close already, then lifts one of my legs, hooking it high around his hip. The new angle opens me up, cool air hitting wet heat for a split second before his fingers slide inside me without

warning.

A moan slips out of my mouth, the sound bouncing off the tiles. And then he starts pumping his fingers, his thumb finding my clit in tight circles that make my hips buck against his hand. Water streams down our bodies, dripping from his lashes, and running in rivulets over his abs. I can’t stop staring at the way the muscles in his forearm flex every time he thrusts his fingers deeper.

“I want to feel every fucking inch of you. Tell me you want it,” he says, his voice rough, and almost pleading. His forehead drops to mine, water sluicing between us. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I want you now. Please.”

That’s all it takes.

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He pulls his hand away, and replaces it with the hard head of his c**k, rubbing himself along my clit once before coating himself in me. Then he pushes in, slowly at first, and stretching me open inch by inch until my breath catches and my head tips back against the wall.

He stills for a second when he’s fully inside, both of us breathing hard, and foreheads pressed together. Then he starts to move with long, deep rolls of his hips that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.

I wrap both legs around his waist, locking my ankles at his back so he can go harder, and deeper. Each thrust pins me tighter to the tile, forcing out my own broken moans but his mouth finds mine again, swallowing every sound I make.

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