She cries out louder than I’m expecting and my hands closes over her mouth as I look at her, grinning wildly. I stretch back to hover over her and lean in towards her ear. “The entire hockey team is in my kitchen,” I whisper, my hand trailing her side to tuck against the soft fabric of her thong, tugging it down over her hips. “So, maybe I should let you scream as loud as you want, Gray. Then, there’ll be no mistaking who exactly you belong to.” “Oh god,” she whimpers, shoving my hand off her mouth, but gripping it in her own hands like a lifeline. “Rhys.” “Fuck, I love that.”
