Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 220

Chapter 80

ALLISON’S POV

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My eyes flutter open slowly and I yawn, throwing my leg over Justin’s. Sunlight is already sneaking through the half-closed blinds, painting thin gold stripes across the sheets and over his bare shoulder.

He’s still deeply asleep, face turned toward me, with his lips slightly parted, and dark lashes resting on his

cheeks.

I shift carefully onto my side so I can watch him better without waking him up. His hair is a beautiful mess: longer on top now, soft black strands falling across his forehead and curling at his nape. I reach out and let just the tips of my fingers glide through it, barely touching, and tracing the way it wants to coil around my knuckles. His hair is so soft, and it always surprises me how soft it is when the rest of him feels so

solid.

“Still sleeping?” I whisper, a smile creeping on my face. He must have come to bed late last night because he’s usually up before me. But since our flight isn’t until late afternoon, there’s no hurry today. I let him

sleep.

My fingers keep moving, petting from his temple back toward his ear, then down the side of his neck.

Still drawing circles on his neck, his lashes flutter.

Then again.

A low sound rumbles in his throat, and his beautiful gray eyes open, finding me immediately.

“Mm… creepin’ on me already?” His voice is coarse, thick with sleep.

I grin, tugging lightly on a lock of hair near his temple. “You were making it too easy. Looked too pretty.”

He exhales a small laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Pretty, huh?”

“Devastatingly.” I slide closer until our noses almost touch. “You slept like the dead. What time did you sleep last night?”

“Too late,” he admits, before his big hand finds my waist under the sheet, dragging me possessively

against my bare skin. “Missed you waking up.”

“You’re making up for it now.”

His thumb starts a slow circle over my hipbone. “Good.” His gaze drops to my mouth, then back to my

eyes. “Come here.”

I’m already here, but I close the last inch anyway, pressing my lips to his in a kiss that starts lazy and sweet. His hand slides up my back, fingers spreading wide, and urging me half on top of him. I go willingly,

straddling one of his thighs, and feeling the hard plane of his stomach against my belly.

His grip on my hair tightens as his lips crush against mine. His free hand cups the back of my head,

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Chapter 60

Yes. fuck…don’t stop-”

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He doesn’t. He keeps the same perfect rhythm, until I can’t handle the pleasure anymore. My nails dig into his scalp; my thighs clamp around his wrist as my back arches off the mattress. “Justin-gonna-”

He hums encouragement and doesn’t let up.

I come with a broken cry, pulsing around his fingers, my thighs clamping around his head as wave after wave rolls through me. He works me through it, drawing it out until I’m shaking and oversensitive and hiding weakly at his hair to pull him up.

He crawls back up my body, kissing every inch he passes, until he’s hovering over me again. His mouth is

shiny, lips swollen and I pull him down and kiss him deep.

“Need you,” I whisper against his lips. “Now.”

He reaches between us, shoving his boxers down just enough. His c**k springs free, already leaking at the tip. He notches himself at my entrance, rubbing the head through my clit, and teasing us both.

“Tell me again,” he says.

“Please,” I breathe. “I need you.”

He pushes in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. We both groan at the stretch, and for a second we just stay like that, foreheads pressed together, and breathing each other in.

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