My Lucky #13 (Hockey Hotties)

by Piper Rayne

  His hips push forward, so I take him as deep as I can, choking, and his growl bounces off the wall. I hope no one is walking by on the beach.

  “Fuck, it should be illegal that you’re so good at this.”

  I almost laugh but contain myself until he’s circling his hips, swearing and praising me all at once.

  “I’m coming,” he warns seconds before he bursts into my mouth, the salty taste of him sliding down my throat. “Fuck, you’ve ruined me.”

  I laugh, falling back on my heels and licking my lips clean. “I’ll take the compliment.”

  He urges me up until he can lift me and toss me on the bed. “Payback time.”

  His show of brute strength only makes me wetter. I slide up to the top of the bed, more than eager to have his mouth on me again.

  “First we need to get you naked.”

  I undo my blouse while he works on my skirt.

  After we’re done, he stands at the foot of the bed, staring at me. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve visualized you right here, in my bed, naked and waiting for me to pleasure you?”

  I shake my head.

  His fingers run over my ankles gently. “Tell me you’ve wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you.”

  “Aiden, I’ve wanted you inside me since New Year’s Eve. Every day being near you but not able to tell you I wanted you was excruciating.”

  He grins. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

  “It’s why I couldn’t always watch you skate. It turns me on so much, and knowing I might never get to experience this…”

  He tugs me down the bed by my ankles and goes to his knees in front of my center. “Experience what exactly?”

  “You.”

  “Be more specific, Saige.” His tone is dangerously erotic, and my core tightens when I look into his dark eyes.

  “Having you inside me.”

  “My tongue or my cock?”

  Oh god, he’s going to dirty-talk me now.

  “Both.”

  His fingers lightly explore my inner thighs, teasing me with a barely-there touch to my pussy. “Which do you prefer?”

  “Your cock.”

  He situates himself between my legs. “So you don’t want to feel my tongue on you?” He blows lightly on my core and my hips rise off the bed. “Want to change your answer?”

  I shake my head.

  “Okay then. You don’t want me to continue doing this?” Using his tongue, he circles my clit then sucks it into his mouth.

  My hips burst from the bed and he laughs against me.

  “You’re playing games,” I pant.

  He comes out from between my legs and looks at me. “Damn right I’m playing games. Don’t worry though, I’m not sure which I like more either. Licking your pussy or having my cock buried deep inside you.”

  “Why must we choose?” I say with a smile.

  “Smart girl.” He puts my legs on his shoulders, and before long, I’m writhing underneath him, begging him for more. More of anything he has to offer.

  Please don’t let me wake up alone again to find out this was all a dream.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Aiden

  The best part of owning a private beach is that at night, when most people are in bed, I can build a bonfire and have a naked Saige in my arms with only a blanket covering us.

  “I have s’mores stuff,” I offer.

  We opted to order in dinner because I didn’t want to cook and waste any moment I could have my hands on her. We’ve finally gotten to a place where I don’t have to hide my feelings—somewhere I’ve wanted to be for weeks as I’ve gotten to know her—and I want to relish every moment.

  “Hmm… maybe in a bit. What ended up happening with Ford?” she asks, leaning her head on my shoulder.

  “Last I heard, they were arranging a paternity test and waiting on the results.”

  She turns to look at me and the moonlight on her face makes her even more beautiful. “Is that something you’ve ever had to worry about?”

  “Getting a woman pregnant?” If she thinks she’s being sly, she’s wrong. “Is this your way of asking me how many women I’ve been with?”

  She sighs. “Well, you are Aiden Drake. I didn’t mean to outright ask you, but you hear the story so often.”

  I tighten my arms around her. “My whole life has been hockey. Sure, I’ve had random hookups, I can’t deny that, but that’s all they’ve been. And I’ve always worn protection.”

  “And Ford doesn’t?” she asks.

  I really don’t want to spend the night talking about my best friend’s sex life. “Ford is complicated. I know the way he comes off, but he’s a really good guy. He’d have my back no matter what. One day I know he’ll figure his shit out and be the guy I know he can be.”

  “You’re a good friend.” Her fingers run along the length of mine.

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because you left me naked in bed to make sure he was all right. I could’ve run, you know?”

  I slide my face down her neck and kiss her like crazy. “Is that so? You were gonna run from me? Good thing I’m faster than you.”

  She giggles, and I capture her lips in a searing kiss that makes me feel like it will never be enough. The feelings I’m developing for Saige are scary if I think too hard about them, but when I’m around her, all I want is for her to never leave my side.

  “I want to be caught anyway.” She kisses me one more time.

  We watch the flames from the bonfire for a while, a comfortable silence falling over us.

  “Come home with me,” I say.

  She turns around, her forehead wrinkled. “What? I’m at your home now.”

  “My childhood home. We fly to Chicago next week. After the game, I’m heading home to see my family.”

  “What? But—”

  “I know it’s soon, but you were coming to Chicago anyway and I’d love for you to meet them. They rarely get out here, and other than in the off-season, I only see them once or twice a year.”

  “Meet the parents?”

  “Don’t worry, Phil and Barb are nice midwestern folk.”

  She stares into the fire. “I worry we’re moving too fast. Like you’re going to wake up and be sick of me. Regret what we have or feel trapped.”

  I hate that she has these negative thoughts, thanks to that dipshit Jeremy. I’d like to kick his ass for making her think she has to worry about shit like this.

  “Not gonna happen.”

  She turns around and gets on her knees, the blanket falling off her, leaving her skin glowing with the reflection of the flames. “You chased me, Aiden. What if that’s all this was?”

  I push a piece of her hair away from her face. “Is that why you’ve been running? Because you thought I was all about the chase?”

  “No. I just didn’t want to get hurt, but listen, it happens all the time. Once you get what you wanted, it doesn’t have the same appeal as it once did.”

  I pull her down to me and situate her so we’re lying on the blanket, pulling the other one over her in case anyone walks by. “I chased an NHL career my entire life, and guess what happened after I got drafted?”

  “What?”

  “I fucking loved it and I still do until this day. Sure, being in the slump sucked, but I still loved playing.”

  “That’s different. There’s no substitution or competition for that. There isn’t some other hockey league at the same level that’s going to steal your attention away.”

  I place my finger next to her chin and nudge her to look at me. “My attention will always be on you.” I take her hand and place it over my heart. “Feel this? That’s what you do to me. Nothing is going to change. I wasn’t in it for the chase, Saige. I was in it for the win.”

  She bites her bottom lip. “Promise?”

  I kiss her briefly and hover my lips over hers. “Promise.”

  She snakes her hand around my neck and drags me down to her. Before eithe
r of us can come up for air, I’m sliding over her, between her legs, and pushing inside her. I’ll spend a lifetime convincing her she’s the one for me if that’s what it takes.

  Saige is still at my house the next day when I have to get to the game for warmups and a team meeting. We went back to her office this morning to get her car, then swung by her place to grab some other things for her to spend the night again.

  I set the glass of white wine on the bathroom counter. “Don’t you want to sit with the wives and girlfriends?” I ask, wanting her to be there and get to know everyone.

  She shakes her head. “We’ve been over this. You need to remain single on social media. Believe me, people are scoping that area for anyone new.”

  I wrap my arms around her from behind and look at her in the mirror. “I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”

  “We know and that’s enough.” She pats my hands. “Remember, you put me in charge of your social media and I’m telling you what’s best.”

  “But—”

  She swivels around in my arms. God, I love her naked. No better sight in the world. “But nothing. This is what’s best.”

  I blow out a breath and leave her to turn on the shower. Might as well get ready for my game. She is the professional in this area, but I can’t help but feel annoyed that I have to live according to what a bunch of strangers might think.

  “Now, Mr. Drake.” She picks up the wine glass. “Why don’t you get in the shower?”

  I step in and admire her walking toward me. Even after how much sex we’ve had over the past twenty-four hours, my dick still salutes her. “This is the best sight of you throwing wine at my face yet.”

  She tosses the wine at me and steps inside the stall, kissing me.

  “Thanks,” I whisper, and she licks the side of my face.

  “You do know this doesn’t help your game, right?” she murmurs against my skin.

  I playfully smack her ass. “Shame on you. First rule of being a hockey player’s girlfriend is that you buy into all the superstitions they do.”

  “If you say so, my lucky number thirteen.” She pats my cheek and steps out, but I pull her into the shower with me and she squeals.

  “Lucky is the keyword,” I say before shutting the shower door and pressing her back to the tile.

  An hour later, I’m dressed in my suit and she’s still lying around in a robe, tempting me to stay.

  “So after the game, we’re ditching and coming back here,” I remind her.

  Tedi and Tweetie have already initiated some sort of get-together that I said no to while Saige said maybe.

  “I don’t want to leave Tedi alone.”

  I blow out a breath. That means we’ll all be getting together after the game. “I want to celebrate.” She opens her mouth. “With you and only you.”

  She giggles. “You’ve had me all day and all night.”

  “Yes, and it’s not enough. I’m insatiable when it comes to you.” I wrap her in my arms.

  “We’ll talk after the game.”

  “Fine.” I kiss her, my body fighting with my brain for me to stay. “See you at the game. If I win, will you do a striptease tonight?”

  “If you lose, I’ll do a striptease. If you win, you can tie me up.”

  I groan. “Fuck, Saige, now I’m hard again.”

  Her hand goes between my legs and massages my half chub, quickly shifting it into raging hard-on mode. “I like you hard.”

  “I’d like not to play hockey with a hard dick.”

  “So flashing you while you play is off-limits?”

  I kiss her one last time, still not ready to let her go. “I’d say you could flash me if you wouldn’t be showing millions of others your tits that are now half mine.”

  “Half?”

  “I figure everything is fifty-fifty. My dick is half yours.” I shrug.

  “That’s an interesting way of thinking about it,” she says, cocking one eyebrow, palming me still. “Because I think of your dick as mine and only mine.”

  “Fair enough, so your tits and pussy are mine then.” I slide my hand inside her robe and cup her wet pussy. “And I need to get out of here before that robe comes off and I fuck you over the back of the couch.”

  “No objections here,” she says.

  I bring my fist to my mouth and bite down—hard. “You’re gonna make my dick fall off.” I backstep to the door, watching her every move.

  “One last thing to remember me by,” she says and unhooks her robe, letting it fall to the floor.

  “Tell me we’ll come home after the game tonight and I’ll play the best game ever,” I say.

  She pauses then smiles. “Fine, we’ll come home after.”

  “Every goal is for you!” I wink and turn around before I don’t have the willpower to leave.

  As I climb into my SUV, that old feeling is back in my chest. The lucky one I always used to feel on the way to my games. That was, until my game went to shit. I used to thrive off that feeling and I know I have only one person to thank for its return—Saige Fowler, my girlfriend.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Saige

  I fly into Chicago and I shouldn’t be surprised when I find Aiden waiting in my hotel room. Tweetie wanted Tedi in attendance at this game, so we flew in together, but she has her own room. Man, has that relationship transformed from a fuck-it bucket list item to something more, but Tedi still won’t admit it.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask with a grin.

  Aiden holds out his arms. I leave my suitcase by the door and go over to the king-size bed, crawling up into the shelter of his arms.

  “We have to do the honorary tour of the town. Especially now that we’re a couple.”

  One of the things I love about Aiden is that he isn’t afraid to say we’re a couple. I’ve still been fighting him tooth and nail about posting a picture of us together on social media, but I’m flattered that he wants to shout it from the rooftops. I’ve seen the backlash too many times to allow him to do it though.

  “What did you have in mind?” I ask.

  “Since it’s colder than hell out there, how about the planetarium?”

  “Perfect. Let me just change from my airplane clothes.”

  “I’m sure you need help getting undressed. Allow me.” His hand slides down the front of me and he undoes the button on my jeans, his hand gliding down past the lace top of my panties.

  “I’m not even going to argue.” I lean back and kiss his neck.

  By the time we’re finished, we both take showers and get dressed to head out, we don’t have a ton of time to explore Chicago.

  “Who won the card game on the plane?” I ask.

  He laughs. “I did. Told you, it’s like all my luck is back the way it was before.”

  Aiden’s been talking like that for a week. He says that ever since we got together, he’s had that old feeling inside him that his lucky streak is back. It worries me, but I’m trying to remain positive. I mean, who would’ve thought me throwing wine at his face would get him to perform so well after he’d hit a real slump? I guess it’s better to be optimistic rather than pessimistic.

  He secures his baseball hat low over his eyes and we leave the hotel in a cab headed toward the planetarium. We’re lucky since it’s a weekday and other than some buses from school field trips, there aren’t a bunch of guests here. Aiden pays and we walk in, hand in hand.

  “Come on, let’s go somewhere dark.”

  “Has anyone ever told you you’re a nympho?” I ask and he laughs.

  “That’s not an insult if you were hoping it was.”

  “I merely meant that you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

  He removes his hands from me and holds them in the air. “Fine, no more touching for the rest of the day.”

  I shake my head at him. “There’s no way you can keep up with that.”

  He stops us off to the side and some school kids walk by. “Let’s make a bet.�
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  “Nothing sexual,” I say.

  “So no to anal then?” he says with a dead serious face.

  “Oh my god.” I look around to see if anyone heard him, but no one is paying us any attention. “What else you got?”

  He thinks for a moment. I can tell the minute the idea hits his brain because he smiles. “A picture on social media.”

  My smile falters and I’m pretty sure I’m giving him a death glare. I might be the only girl dating a professional hockey player who doesn’t want everyone to know.

  “Fine. I’m only taking this bet because you’re going to lose, Drake.” I poke him in the chest. He’s about to clasp my finger and my eyebrows rise.

  “Are you saying no touching at all?”

  I sigh. “Hand-holding and a hand on the small of the back. That’s it.”

  “I’m good with that.” He links our hands together and walks us toward the planetarium portion of the museum. It’ll be dark in there and he shouldn’t be recognized. I know it will drive him crazy not to be able to touch me in here too. “What do you get if I lose and touch you? I mean, other than the pleasure of my hands on you.”

  I laugh and playfully push him. “You listen to me and stay quiet about us for as long as I say.”

  “Deal.” He puts out his hand and I’m about to slide my hand in, but he raises it and lifts his hat for a second. “You thought you had me.”

  I laugh. “I did not.”

  We go into the planetarium. He picks the last row, which will be good for him not to be recognized.

  After learning about stars and planets, I’m starved. Honestly, I loved hearing all the interesting facts about our solar system. And Aiden was good, not touching me once, even to hold my hand.

  We’re just leaving the planetarium when a kid screams, “Aiden Drake!”