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Tyler was ready to get home from their road trip for a number of reasons. They had played like shit in Detroit and again in Chicago. They needed to be back on home ice again. And also, there was Savannah waiting for him back in Dallas.

When he had first read her text suggesting they have sex, he had thought it was a joke. But, after texting her back and forth, it appeared to be a real proposition. He had again asked her about it after the Chicago game.

Tyler: So, this proposition, is it still on the table?

Savannah: If you're still up for it.

Tyler: Just sex, no catch?

Tyler: Besides the two conditions from before.

Savannah: Yes, that's it. I promise to make it worth your while.

Tyler: I don't expect a letdown from you.

So now they planned on getting together tonight when she got done with work. He'd never actually spent so much time planning a booty call. Usually, a girl just texted him asking if he wanted to hook up that evening, and that was that. This was five days worth of planning and waiting. And to say he was excited was an understatement. He may have had a crush on Shea and had thought about what it'd be like to be in bed with her, but his itching to get in bed with Savannah was a million times more intense. With her attitude, he knew that she'd be a thrill in bed.

He walked into his place, his dog greeting him at the door, and he bent down to pet him. If there was anything he could count on, it was his black lab, Marshall, to be excited to see him. "Sorry buddy, but you're going to have to stay in the guest room tonight," he said, knowing he'd need to put Marshall in a different room so he didn't interrupt him and Savannah.

He moved to the bedroom, throwing his bag on the floor and heading to the shower. He got out fifteen minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist. He decided to start the foreplay early, snapping a picture and sending it to Savannah. He didn't have to wait long for a response. My coworkers want to know why I have a picture of a half naked man on my phone…I was in the middle of a meeting. Thanks a lot.

He laughed to himself as he threw his phone onto his bed. He grabbed a Stars t-shirt and a pair of shorts and threw them on before making his way out to the kitchen to get him some food.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to go by slow. Yes, he was horny, but that wasn't exactly a new thing. For some reason, he was really looking forward to his night with Savannah, more than he normally would with a hook up.

His phone lit up around 6:00 pm, and he assumed it was going to be Savannah telling him she was leaving work. He was surprised when he saw it was from Jamie instead.

Jamie: Heard you've got yourself a date tonight.

Tyler: Alex tell you?

Jamie: Yeah, you really think this is a good idea?

Tyler: To have sex with a hot girl? Yeah, I think it's a good idea.

Jamie: To do it with Savannah.

Tyler: Well Shea wasn't an option.

Jamie: You know what I mean.

Tyler: It'll be fine. She was the one to suggest it. It's not like I'm tricking her or something.

Jamie: Just be careful.

Tyler rolled his eyes at his best friend as he threw his phone onto the couch next to him. Jamie was always worried about everything. Often, it was warranted, but right now, he was just overstepping into Tyler's life. Jamie had always looked down upon Tyler's hookup ways, but he'd never actually told him not to do it. Not until Savannah.

Tyler shook his head, not allowing Jamie to take over his mind. Like he'd told Jamie, Savannah had been the one to come up with the idea, not him.

His phone buzzed again, this time Savannah's name on the screen. He unlocked his phone to read her text. Leaving work. Be there in like 30 mins. He smiled to himself while he waited on her to get there.

She showed up exactly thirty minutes later, and Tyler stood up to let her inside. He opened the door to find her standing there wearing a pair of shorts and a simple black tank top. She wasn't dressed like she was about to have a hookup, but Tyler had to admit she looked damn hot.

"Come on in," he said, moving aside to let her in.

She walked past him and then turned around, her eyes skimming over his body. He wasn't wearing anything fancy, a pair of jeans and a Stars t-shirt. He noticed her eyes landing on his arms, and he knew she really did have a thing for tattoos. "So, how are we going to do this?" he asked her. She said she wanted to be in charge, and he was going to let her do that. As long as he still got the hot sex he'd thought about.

"Do I really have to give you the birds and bees talk and explain what happens when two people have sex?" she asked sarcastically.

He took a step closer to her, his hand going on the back of her neck. She lifted her chin to look up into his eyes. "You said you want to be in charge, I'm just following your lead." His voice was low. He wasn't intending to sound so seductive, but by the look on her face, that's exactly the way it came out.

She bit her lip, and he could have come right then. She took charge, just as she told him she wanted to do, and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him down to kiss her lips. His instincts kicked in and he grabbed her waist, pulling her into his hips.

He continued kissing her while he backed her up until her back hit the wall. She moved her lips away just enough to ask, "You sure you still want this?"

Tyler was already half out of breath. He lifted an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure you still want this?"

"Just don't call me Shea," she said sternly, before pulling him back into her and kissing him hard. He couldn't pull away to tell her that Shea was the furthest thing from his mind right now. She pulled at his shirt before her fingers drifting down to the hem and lifting it halfway up, exposing his abs. She pulled away to take a look at the view. "Damn," she muttered in appreciation.


Tyler couldn't help but smile at her satisfaction. "That's just the beginning," he told her as he grabbed at the shirt and pulled it up over his head.

Savannah worked swiftly to unbutton his jeans, and Tyler didn't think it was fair that she was still fully clothed. He put his hands underneath her shirt and moved his fingertips up and down her back as she gasped in air. She liked that, and that made him grin.

She moved away far enough to get her shirt off herself before she turned back around to him, giving him a view of her simple, yet sexy bra. "Bedroom," she stated.

Tyler nodded as he pointed down the hallway. "Second door on the left," he told her, and she grabbed his unbuttoned jeans by the waistband and pulled him down the hallway.

Tyler had had a lot of sex with a lot of women, but he was pretty sure this was the hottest he'd ever had. He'd had a few women that said they wanted to be in charge, but about two minutes in, he'd be the ones pinning them to the wall, and they'd fall at his feet. Savannah was different, and Tyler liked that.

He watched as she shimmied out of her shorts, showing off her panties that matched her bra. She'd taken time and thought about making her undergarments match. She had thought about tonight. She hooked her fingers in his waistband once more, pulling them down, and he stepped out, kicking them out of the way.

He was standing there in just his boxers, and he allowed Savannah's eyes to skim over him. "What do you want?" he asked her.

He wasn't ready for her answer when she stated, "You inside me." He couldn't help but push her back on the bed and climbed on top of her. He kissed her neck, and she let out the sexiest little moan he'd ever heard. It only made him grow harder, something he didn't know was possible at this point.

She reached down and put her hand down his boxers, feeling just how hard he was. She sighed in pleasure. He bit down on her collar bone, and that caused her to moan louder than before. "Fuck," he muttered lowly. He kissed down her stomach and started to pull away her underwear to kiss her there when he was surprised by the feeling of her hands on his shoulders, pushing him away.

He looked up at her curiously, wondering if he did something wrong. But, she was sitting there smiling, and she pushed his shoulders again so he was lying on his back as she climbed on top so she was straddling him. "Condom," she said, and he pointed to the drawer next to his bed.

Her hips stayed pressed against his while she leaned over and opened the drawer. There were several different varieties of condoms in there, and she appeared to just pick whatever one was on top. She ripped it open and lifted her bottom up off him so she could attempt to get his boxers off. She was having difficulty and finally just said, "Get them off."

He didn't dare challenge her, and did as he was told. He used two of his fingers to slide her panties to the side, feeling how wet she was. "Fuck," he moaned as she straddled him again, this time staying up on her knees. He used this position to his advantage as he slid her panties down to her knees. She maneuvered herself so she could get them off the rest of the way.

She grabbed the condom and quickly got it on him. He tried to move so he was on top, but she pushed him down by the shoulders. "No, I'm in charge," she said with a raised eyebrow. Tyler wasn't about to challenge her and allowed her to slide onto him. "Fuuuuck," she groaned as she moved slowly down on him, leaning her head back.

Tyler grabbed hold of her hip. She may want to be in charge, but he wasn't giving up total control. He used his hands to guide her hips as he looked up at her. She was killing him with her sexiness, tilting her head back, leaving her neck exposed. He couldn't help but sit up in order to get a taste of it. He half expected Savannah to tell him she was in charge, but she didn't fight him off.


She didn't even fight him off when he flipped them over so she was on bottom. He was pretty sure she was in the middle of her orgasm - the first of what he planned on many for the night - so she wasn't about to stop him. He continued the rhythm, hitting her in just the right spot as she yelled out, and he knew he had pushed her over the edge.

All it took was that yell for him to come as well. He reached down, rubbing her clit, making her come for the second time in a row. He grinned, knowing just how good that felt for her. She was gripping the sheets with her hips bucking. After she came down from that one, he slowly slid out of her, laying down next to her.

She laid there for several minutes, trying to catch her breath. Tyler was on a high, he couldn't remember the last time he'd had that good of sex. It had been better than he had ever imagined with her.

Without a word, she stood up, grabbing her shorts off the floor. "Thanks for that. That was just what I needed," she said, wiggling back into her shorts.

"What? You're just leaving now?"

"We both held up our end of the deal. We had sex, and that was it. Thanks for not yelling out my sister's name," she shrugged.

Tyler just stared at her, dumbfounded. "You can't just leave," he stuttered out.

"Sure I can," she said with a smirk on her face as she turned around and Tyler watched her ass walk out his bedroom door.

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