Dear Ex Boyfriend, The Hot Hockey Captain is My New Date.
He groaned softly into my mouth, hand sliding up my thigh higher, pushing the gown aside until his fingers brushed lace.
Ryan's lips found my neck from behind, open kisses trailing fire, teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp against Roy's mouth.
Roy pulled back slightly, eyes dark and burning. "We need you," he whispered, voice rough. "Now."
Ryan's hand slipped under my gown from the back, cupping my ass, pulling me closer until I was half in his lap.
The backseat felt too small for the heat building between us.
I reached for Ryan's belt, fingers fumbling with urgency, while Roy's mouth claimed mine again—hungry, desperate.