by K. C. Lynn
“You asked. Next time, keep quiet and use your mouth for other things,” I tease.
Lifting his head, his heated gaze penetrates mine. “Is that what you want, Grace? For me to bury my mouth in your pussy again?”
“Yes, among other things,” I whisper boldly.
Groaning, he grinds his cock harder against me. “Me too, baby.” Keeping one hand on my bottom, he moves the other one between us and slips it into my pants, fingers sneaking beneath my panties and delving into my wet heat.
A harsh whimper parts my lips, his skillful touch dousing gasoline to the flames claiming my body.
“Fucking soaked,” he growls, inserting two fingers inside me.
I cry out, my senses reeling at the pleasure racing through my blood.
“This hungry pussy is going to feel so good wrapped around my dick, baby. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
“Me, too,” I admit shamelessly.
“Tonight, Grace. Tonight I’m going to have you, and I’m going to make you come so many times you will think you’re dying from pleasure.” His fingers curl inside of me, stroking that hidden spot within.
“Oh god.” My head falls back against the wall as an army of sensations implodes across my body.
“Lift your shirt for me, baby, my hands are a little busy at the moment,” he says with a dirty grin.
I eagerly do what he says, exposing my black lace bra. Thank goodness it’s not the cherry one again.
“Now, pull it down so I can suck on your pretty tits.”
Moaning, I flick the front clasp, letting my breasts tumble free.
A low growl rumbles from his chest before he sucks an aching nipple into his mouth.
“Yes!” I spear my hands into his disheveled hair, holding him captive. My hips begin riding his hand, trying to reach the impeding orgasm building inside of me.
“That a girl, fuck my fingers,” he urges me on, tempting a side of me that I never knew I had.
The need for release is so strong it’s almost painful. “Sawyer, please?” I beg, knowing he has what it takes to put me out of this sweet misery.
His teeth sink into my hard nipple the same time his thumb brushes my throbbing clit and it sends me over the precious edge I’ve been teetering on.
His mouth covers mine, inhaling my cries as I sob out the intensity of my orgasm. Eventually, my body becomes limp, my breathing erratic as I try to recover from his soul-shattering touch. Soft, warm lips brush across my cheek, delivering a heart-warming kiss.
Opening my eyes, I look into Sawyer’s, something strong and beautiful passing between us.
“Grace? Did you get lost, silly girl?” Jesse’s voice penetrates our moment, yanking me back to reality.
Panic grips me as I try to think of a way out of this.
“She’s busy,” Sawyer yells behind the closed door.
Gasping, I slap his shoulder, absolutely mortified.
There’s a brief moment of silence before she speaks again. “Ew, I’ll be downstairs whenever you’re done.”
My eyes narrow. “What are you thinkin’? Now she knows we were up to no good.”
“On the contrary, Cupcake. I think what we were up to is very good.”
I shake my head, but a smile twitches my lips. “You’re incorrigible, Evans, but also cute.”
He grunts. “I am not cute. There are a lot of things you can say about me—sexy, charming, handsome—but there is nothing fucking cute about me.”
“Yep, you’re all those things…and cute,” I tell him, delivering a quick kiss across his lips. Reaching for my open bra, I snap it back in place.
“Screw hockey, let’s stay home and fuck all night.”
“As appealing as that sounds, I’m sure your friends want to see you, and I’ll bet you want to see them, too.”
“I want you more.”
The admission has warmth invading my chest. “I want you, too,” I whisper, my hand moving to his jaw. “But I also want to see you on the ice. I want a glimpse at the legend in action.”
It was the right thing to say. “Fine. We’ll go,” he relents, but doesn’t sound happy about it. “But tonight, Grace. When this is all over—you’re mine.” The promise in his dark voice has a shiver of pleasure skipping down my spine.
Little does he know, I’m already his.
After a brief kiss on my lips he places me on my feet, taking his hard, warm body with him. “Go ahead. I need a minute to calm down.”
Turning, I reach for the door but come up short when he calls out to me.
I glance at him over my shoulder.
“You’re the best person I’ve ever met, too.”
His words take a moment to register, but it doesn’t take long before I realize he heard my conversation with his father. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem mad, if the grin tilting his lips is anything to go by.
Smiling, I walk out, and decide maybe not minding my own business isn’t such a bad thing after all.
Grace
Fascination renders me speechless as I follow Jesse into the arena. The stands are packed with fans from both teams, their excitement palpable.
“Hockey is a big deal in this town,” Jesse says with a smile, sensing my thoughts. She leads me up to the bleachers where a friend of hers saved us seats. She and the pretty brunette greet each other with a hug before she introduces me. “Grace, this is my best friend, Maggie. Mags, meet Grace, Sawyer’s girlfriend I was telling you about.”
I’m not a hundred percent on the term ‘girlfriend,’ but I don’t correct her, because to be honest, I like the title.
“Hi, Grace, it’s nice to meet you,” Maggie greets me, extending her hand.
“Nice to meet you, too.”
“So, tell me how you managed to snag Colorado’s most eligible bachelor? Especially one who turns green at the word commitment.”
I shift uncomfortably, not knowing how to answer that.
“What do you mean how? Look at her,” Jesse says, saving me from having to answer.
The implied compliment warms my heart.
Maggie nods. “True, she’s pretty, but we all know it takes more than that to capture Sawyer. After all, he is the biggest manwhore in the state.”
Having Sawyer labeled as a manwhore is no surprise, but it still turns my stomach to hear it.
Jesse’s eyes narrow at her best friend. “People can change, Mags, especially when the right person comes along.”
The awkward conversation comes to an end when the crowd breaks into cheers, going wild as the hockey players take the ice. Their excitement bleeds onto me, the arena charged with an energy I’ve never felt before. It’s incredible.
My eyes search for Sawyer amongst his team but other than height differences they all pretty much look the same from this distance.
“There,” Jesse says, pointing him out to me. “Number eleven.”
He glides across the ice with incredible grace and agility for his size. His green eyes scan the crowd until they land on me and just like that, the noisy arena falls to a silence, everyone around me fading away. It’s as if we are the only two people here.
He graces me with one of his panty droppin’ smiles then shows off by skatin’ backwards, flashing me a wink through the glass. A ridiculous smile steals my lips. He may be one cocky son of a gun, but he is the sexiest one I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“Damn, you weren’t kidding, he does have it bad,” Maggie says to Jesse.
“Told ya,” she replies smugly.
A high-pitched giggle penetrates the moment, Sawyer’s name falling in the mix of it. Jesse and I turn to see three girls seated together, their bleached blonde hair and bright makeup reminding me of Malibu Barbie. The one in the middle points at Sawyer, a hungry look in her eyes that has jealousy rearing its ugly head.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Jesse growls.
“Nope,” Maggie says, “she’s been up there gushing and waiting for your brother’s arrival since I got here.”
“Who is she?” I ask, fearing the answer.
“Stephanie Taylor,” Jesse bites out, “she’s the town bicycle, and the biggest bitch you’ll ever meet. Pretend she isn’t here.”
I nod, knowing her type…she’s a Jenny. I shove aside the instant hatred I feel and do what Jesse says, pretend she isn’t here. The two girls explain the rules of the game to me but I find it all very confusing. I’m hoping to pick up on it as I watch.
All the players take a seat on the bench except for five of them, one of those five bein’ Sawyer. He skates to center ice where the ref is standing, facing off his opponent. An almost hushed silence falls over the crowd just before the ref blows the whistle and drops the puck. Sawyer gains control and then the battle is on.
Anticipation thrums through my veins as I watch every player from the other team skate after him. Sawyer maneuvers around them, easily dodging their greedy sticks. His first shot is from a distance, the puck lifting from the ice and sailing through the air, finding its way in the top corner of the net.
My mouth drops as the crowd erupts into applause with the first goal. Eventually, I join in, jumpin’ up and down excitedly. Jesse and Maggie laugh at my excitement but I don’t care, I’m so darn proud of Sawyer.
His four teammates skate up to him with their arms in the air, congratulating him by either hitting gloves or punchin’ him in the arm. Afterward, he skates past the glass, pointing directly at me with an arrogant smile and sexy wink. It makes my heart leap, my smile growing even bigger.
“Oh my god, it’s almost sickening to watch,” Maggie teases. Rather than feel embarrassed, I beam with happiness.
“Who’s the girl you brought, Jesse?” a snooty voice asks behind us.
Jesse turns, directing a glare at bicycle bitch. “Oh her?” she asks innocently, jerking her thumb at me. “She’s Sawyer’s girlfriend.” The news is delivered with a sickeningly sweet smile.
Town bicycle scoffs.
I hate those scoffs.
“Nice try but we all know your brother doesn’t date, especially ones like her,” she says, flicking a disdainful look my way.
Well, now, what the hell does that mean?
Jesse speaks before I can. “Actually, he does date, just not whores. That’s why you never knew that.”
Maggie bursts into laughter while I bite back a smile of my own. Bicycle girl’s eyes narrow but she keeps her mouth shut. I turn back to the game, bringing my attention to Sawyer again. I refuse to let her ruin my night.
Eventually she becomes nothing more than an afterthought, the intense game keeping my attention the entire time. Sawyer wasn’t lying when he said he was good, he’s far beyond that. He dominates the ice yet plays well with the rest of his team, never hogging the puck. You’d never know these guys don’t always play together. It’s fascinating to watch.
They end up winning the game 8–4, Sawyer scorin’ five of those goals. Once the players clear the ice, Jesse and I wait outside the glass doors that lead to the dressing rooms. Several minutes pass before Sawyer walks out of the change room with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, freshly showered.
My heart does its usual leap at the sight of him. Four others follow him out, laughing at something he says. As if sensing my eyes on him, his gaze shifts, penetrating mine. His mouth splits into a crooked grin and he picks up pace, blowing through the double doors.
Dropping his bag, he strides over and picks me up off my feet, claiming my lips in a toe-curling kiss, right in front of everyone. The show of possession and declaration has my heart soaring.
Eventually, he pulls back, his face hovering before mine with a devilish grin. “Hey, Cupcake.”
“Hey yourself, Sexy Sawyer.”
“Didn’t I tell you I was something, baby?”
“You sure did. You were amazin’.”
“Damn straight I was.”
I giggle, refusing to give him heck since he deserves to be a little cocky right now.
“Are you going to introduce us or keep staring at her like a fool?” a deep voice booms next to us, interrupting our moment.
Sawyer places me back on my feet then takes my hand, linking our fingers together. “This is Grace. Grace, these are my lifelong hockey friends—Jake, Austin, Mike, and Cam,” he says, pointing out each one.
“It’s nice to meet y’all.”
Cam lifts a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. “She’s a southerner, Evans? Who knew that’s what it took to keep your dick in one woman.”
Sawyer shoves him back a step. “Shut up, asshole. Don’t say shit like that in front of her.”
“Calm down. I was just screwing around.”
Jesse chooses that moment to walk over with her boyfriend, Cory, and introduce us. He’s as attractive as the rest of the guys and by the way he looks at her it’s obvious he’s smitten.
“We’re heading out,” she says, looking at Sawyer. “We have plans with Mags and Danny.”
He nods. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She kisses his cheek, then gives me a hug and walks out.
Once they’re out of sight, Jake knocks Sawyer in the shoulder. “You coming for a victory beer?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Come on. We haven’t seen your ass for two years and you’re not even going to come have a beer with us?”
“Why don’t we go for a bit, Sawyer,” I intervene, not wanting him to refuse on my account.
He gazes down at me, indecision battling in his gaze. “You sure?”
“Absolutely.” I nod.
“All right. We’ll meet you guys there,” he relents. “Overtime?”
“The one and only,” Cam says, clapping him on the back. “See you there.”
They walk out of the lobby, leaving us alone.
Sawyer pulls me against him, his hard body engulfing mine. “I want to be alone with you so fucking bad. Say the word and we’ll ditch their asses.”
I push to my tiptoes, winding my arms around his neck. “I want to be alone with you too, but it’s important for you to spend time with your friends. Besides, we have all night.”
His hands drop to my bottom, giving it a generous squeeze. “All night is nowhere near long enough for what I plan to do to you.”
Anticipation builds low in my tummy for what I’m sure will be an unforgettable night.
The double doors to the dressing room slam open, startling me. An incredibly attractive guy comes strolling out, his icy glare trained on Sawyer. Sawyer’s eyes are just as hard, his body suddenly stiff. The tension bouncing between them is undeniable, stifling the air until good-lookin’ angry dude walks out.
“Whoa, what was that about?” I ask, looking back at Sawyer.
“Just someone I don’t get along with.”
I have a feeling it’s a lot more than that but I don’t push the matter since it’s not my business.
“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says, tugging on my hand. “I want to get this over with so we can be alone.”
There’s a pep in my step as I follow him out of the arena. Tonight, our relationship will change forever and I for one cannot wait to finally know what it feels like to be all his, body and soul.
Grace
My enthusiasm is short lived when almost an hour later I’m sitting by myself in the crowded pub, feeling incredibly uncomfortable and a little hurt. Sawyer’s at the pool table with a crowd gathered around him, everyone excited that the town’s golden boy is back home.
In all fairness he did try to bring me with him to play pool but I had been waiting for my drink to come and one of the guy’s girlfriends, who was somewhat friendly, said she would stay and keep me company. She did so, awkwardly, for about five minutes then saw a friend of hers. She told me she would be right back, that was almost an hour ago.
So now I sit here alone, wishing I wasn’t such a chicken to just go stand next to Sawyer but I find all the people vying for his attention a little intimidating, especially f
or a girl who is nervous around crowds to begin with.
To make matters worse, the town bicycle bitch, has been front and center, hanging off Sawyer every chance she gets. He doesn’t flirt back or show interest, but he doesn’t push her away either. Which is just as bad in my opinion.
“Now, why is the prettiest girl in the whole bar sitting all alone in a dark corner?” a deep voice breaks me out of my self-pityin’ thoughts.
Looking up, I find the guy who was glaring daggers earlier with Sawyer, holding two shots in his hand and wearin’ a lazy grin on his handsome face.
He takes the chair across from me, without waiting to be invited. “What’s your name, sweetness?”
My eyes narrow, suspicion rearin’ its head. “It ain’t ‘sweetness,’” I tell him, feeling annoyed.
He quirks a brow, looking rather amused. “All right, what is it then?”
“Grace,” I mumble.
He gives me a crooked grin, one that I know so well. “A sweet name for a sweet-looking girl.”
I roll my eyes at the lame line.
“And sassy,” he adds. “Just the way I like them.”
“Settle down over there, Romeo, because this sweet and sassy girl is taken, which you already know since you saw me with Sawyer in the lobby at the arena.”
Surprise, and something that looks a lot like admiration, flashes in his eyes. He rests back in his chair, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Well, that’s just it, I did see you with him earlier, but for the last forty-five minutes I’ve been watching you from across the bar, sitting here all alone. So, I figured maybe I misinterpreted you two earlier, because if you were my girl I wouldn’t leave you alone for a fucking second.”
The truth of his words sting. My eyes drop to the table and I shrug. “He’s been gone a long time and his friends want to catch up.”
He grunts. “Whatever you say, sweetness. Why don’t you have a shot with me?” he suggests, pushing one of his shot glasses over to me.
“I’m not drinkin’ that. How do I know you didn’t put somethin’ in it?”
He rears back, insulted. “Are you serious? Look at me! I don’t need to put shit in a girl’s drink, I can get any chick I want.”