Hooked On Her: Ice Kings, #3

by Stacey Lynn

  “We?”

  “Talked to Sawyer.”

  “And since you don’t have a black eye, I’m assuming it went well?” In all honesty, I hadn’t been all that worried. I figured Sawyer would call me and warn me. Or Jason would have called if something went wrong but I hadn’t lied to Jason that morning. I trust him. It’s that simple.

  “Told me his best guy with his favorite sister was pretty damn cool. Wouldn’t want it any other way. Said if he can’t trust me with you, who can he trust?”

  “Really?” I sway toward the counter, catching myself. “He said that?”

  “Basically.” He shrugged and came near me, one hand immediately going to the back of my neck, the other to my waist where he bent to kiss me. “Now, get dressed to dance. We’re going to Roxbury’s.”

  “The nineties club?” I’ve been there before. It’s a freaking blast. You see people dressed in their favorite eighties and nineties pop and rock characters, moms in their forties reliving their glory days. Plus, the music freaking rocks.

  And Jason knows how much I love it.

  “Yeah. Go and get dressed. We’ll go somewhere for a good meal first. And wear the heels.”

  A shiver rolls down my spine. I have something incredibly sexy to look forward to later.

  And now we’re here, and I was absolutely right. I’ve barely left the dance floor. I’ve danced with Debbie and Byron Maddox’s wife, Hannah. I’ve danced with Katie. With Regan, Duke Fletcher’s, wife.

  But through it all, Jason has been here. Close by, spinning me out with a quick flick of his wrist and twirling me back in. Moving his hips. Rocking out with me and the girls while most of the guys stay upstairs in the private VIP area he reserved for the night.

  I can’t remember the last time I’ve had so much fun or hung out with so many incredible women. They’re all awesome.

  “I like this,” I say. “But I think I need a break.” My feet are getting sore in the heels. My ankles are on fire and even though I spend an hour running several times a week, my thighs are trembling.

  “Let’s get you a drink and a break then,” Jason says. He smiles down at me and he’s blindingly beautiful. Possibly more so since I’ve practically moved into his bed. If Jason made me dizzy before the last couple weeks, there’s no explaining the way I feel around him now. Even when he gets impatient.

  We can’t all be perfect. But I can see him trying, and that’s all I want.

  “Come on, then.” He grabs my hand and pulls me off the dance floor. We’re near the bottom of the stairs that will take us to the VIP area when his eyes narrow and he focuses on something. I try to see what he sees but there’s so many people.

  “What the hell?”

  “What?”

  “I think that’s Paisley.”

  He points to a pretty little thing near the bar, stumbling off the dance floor. He’s right. I’ve only met her a couple times, but she’s super cute. And sweet. “Didn’t you say she and Mikah were coming?”

  “Yeah, but he’s not here yet. I’d know.” He frowns at her and then looks down at me. “Go upstairs. I’m going to talk to her. Maybe they snuck in while we were on the floor.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah. I’ll be right up.”

  “All right.” He kisses me and taps my butt. I wobble up the stairs, grimacing at how quickly my feet are starting to kill. I should know better. New heels need to be broken in before you spend hours on them. Plus, I haven’t exactly been wearing a whole lot of dress shoes in the last few weeks. I thank the bouncer at the top who’s blocked off our area and slide into a booth next to Debbie.

  She danced for the first hour or so before claiming she was too tired to do more, so she’s been up here most of the night, sipping water and lemonade, probably wanting to go home but refusing until I’m ready. Apparently she offered to drive Jason and me back home to his place tonight. As for my brother, he’s been hovering and I can understand why she’s getting irritated with him.

  “My legs freaking kill,” I groan. I bend down and unknot the tie at the back of my ankle and slide my feet loose. I’m careful to keep my shoes on but my squished toes need some serious breathing room.

  Debbie laughs and pokes me in the ribs. “You having fun?”

  “God yes. I needed this. I can’t remember… I can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun.”

  Possibly the last time I came down here and we did this.

  “Jason planned this for you,” she says, and while I’m not completely surprised, it still startles me.

  “Yeah?”

  “Told Sawyer he wanted you to get to know the girls.” She nods across the table where Katie and Hannah are gabbing, Hannah almost falling off her chair she’s laughing so loud. I laugh with her. At her. I don’t even know what’s so funny but Hannah is hilarious. “Thought maybe it’d help your decision.”

  “Hmmm.” I refill my wineglass from the bottle on the table. I’m not exactly sure I like he planned this to manipulate me, but did he? Maybe he really wants me to see all I can have here. And honestly, I can’t find a single thing wrong with this crew or this life.

  Damn.

  As I settle into what I’m realizing, Jason storms up the stairs, Paisley’s hand in his. He pulls her over to Jude and I’m sliding out of the booth. He looks pissed and even next to me I hear Debbie mutter a, “oh shit, what’s wrong?”

  “I’ll let you know,” I say and I go to stand by Sawyer who’s already felt the mood change as well.

  She’s sandwiched by Katie and then surrounded by Jude. I’m on the other side of the huddle as Jason pulls them all over. “Mikah broke up with her,” he says.

  My jaw falls. I can’t believe this. There’s a whole lot of talking. A whole lot of Paisley protesting they don’t do anything. A whole lot more of the guys arguing with her before the guys’ decision echoes through all of it.

  “Let’s go,” Jason says. His hand has at some point settled on my lower back and I feel him tug on me. “I’ll be back, okay? Or have Debbie take you to my place whenever you want to leave.”

  “What’s going on?”

  “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. Mikah wouldn’t end it if something hadn’t happened. He likes her too much. Plus, he loves her with Angelo.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Talk to Mikah. Knock some sense into his ass.”

  He looks ready to rumble. “Be careful,” I say. I haven’t hidden my affection for him tonight.

  Sawyer gagged a few times until Debbie elbowed him earlier, but I’ve at least tried to keep it to the dance floor. But now? With Jason ready to fight for a friend of his who he thinks is making a bad decision, or at least a fucked up one? I can’t hold back.

  “Hurry home,” I tell him in his ear after I kiss him, “so I’m awake with nothing but the heels on or you’re going to miss out huge.”

  He slams his mouth to mine, digs his fingers into my hair and then pulls back, dark eyes burning. “Deal. Go take care of Paisley. She can use some friends.”

  In the midst of all of this her other two friends have already joined our group, one model-beautiful girl looking at all the guys on the team like they’re naked.

  I feel this deeply in my soul. Heading back to my spot, I grab my wine and take a healthy sip, watching Jason and Jude and Klaus hurry to figure out what happened with Mikah.

  Paisley sits and explains what happened while I keep my eyes on the stairs where Jason disappeared, thinking of the concern on his face. At the fact a friend and teammate of his could be in trouble? He wasted no time in going after him to make sure things are okay.

  Because that’s the kind of guy Jason is.

  He’s the best guy I’ve ever met, despite our screw ups and his impatience. But when he cares about someone, he never once hesitates to let them know. Or do what he can do to protect them.

  I’ve been pushing him away for no reason. Absolutely no reason at all, except for my own silly fears, w
hich are completely unfounded.

  Which means there’s only one decision to make.

  I drain the rest of my glass of wine and pour a fresh one. Then I tilt my head and press it on Debbie’s shoulder. “I’m going to call Antoine in the morning and put in my notice in Toronto and I’m moving here.”

  “I always knew you would,” she says, wrapping her arm around my back and hugging me to her side. “But I’m super super happy to hear it.”

  “Super duper happy? Not just happy? Or super happy?”

  “Super duper, and don’t tease me. I’m working on not swearing in front of the baby.”

  Her hand goes to her belly. I throw my head back and laugh.

  Then we spend the night dancing and when it’s late, Debbie’s exhausted, and my feet can’t take another minute crammed into the heels, she and Sawyer drop me off at Jason’s building where I wait another couple hours for him to come home.

  When Jason arrives, I’m sitting on the couch. Tired. Still slightly drunk while trying not to fall asleep and drinking water to help keep me awake.

  He opens the door, flips on the light, sees me, and his keys fall to the floor.

  I’m not surprised by his reaction but a thrill of excitement pulses through my blood.

  After all, I’ve been waiting for him in nothing but the sexy heels he requested and an even sexier, lacy lingerie set I picked up a few days ago when I went shopping for more work attire.

  “You’re late,” I say, standing, walking toward him so he can see the full effect of everything I’m wearing and everything I’m not. The negligee barely covers my sex and the cool air in his apartment as I walk toward him does little to stop the heat traveling through me.

  “And you’re a fucking vision.”

  “Everything go okay with Mikah?”

  He reaches for me, runs his hand down my arm. Just a fingertip. It’s enough to ignite the embers that have been smoldering since I put this tiny little thing on.

  “He is not what we’re going to talk about right now.”

  “Oh?” I tilt my head to the side. “What do you want to talk about then?”

  Jason’s eyes are on my breasts and he licks his lips before dragging his heated, smoldering gaze up to me. “I don’t want any talking at all.”

  He closes the space between us and wraps his arm around my lower back, yanking me to him in one solid, fluid movement. I go easily like I’m floating on air.

  Right before his head comes down and our lips brush, I whisper, “Not even if it’s to hear that I’m staying? Moving here—”

  I get nothing else out because his mouth slams to mine and he steals the rest of my words with a kiss that heats me to my toes. I’m lifted into the air as he kisses me, him grunting as I dig my heels into his back.

  Something tells me by the bulge already pressing against me that he likes it when I hurt him and he likes it a whole lot.

  I expect him to carry me down the hall like he’s done so many times already but instead, he walks me straight to his couch and tosses me down.

  “Hey!” I bounced on his cushions and his hand presses to my stomach. “Don’t fucking move an inch.”

  Well, alright then. I stay exactly how I landed, legs spread, one foot on the floor and my arms above my head while he rips off his shirt and shoves down his shorts. He grabs his wallet before he tosses the shorts to the floor, flips open his billfold and he has a condom in his hand when he flicks his wallet over his shoulder.

  His underwear comes next and my mouth waters as he takes himself in hand, strokes his wide, hard length while he inspects every single inch of me with his gaze.

  Good Lord, the man is so unbelievably hot I should be slapping myself for doubting him, or this, or us for a single second. I’d tell him that if I could form words but soon he’s sheathed himself, dropped to his knees, and yanked my hips toward his waiting mouth where I lose all rational thought, all words except for please, more, harder, and his name and maybe God’s as he takes me to heights unknown with orgasms that leave me listless.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Jason

  * * *

  She’s staying.

  We didn’t talk about it all last night, but mostly because I saw her in the sexy little getup and completely lost all interest in any conversation that didn’t involve me telling her where to put her legs, her mouth, or how fast to ride me. Which she did once I took care of us on the couch before carrying her to my room where we did it again.

  Last night, after I left the club, the guys and I went to talk some sense into Mikah. When he told us about his baby’s mother, Angela, coming back into the picture and threatening to take him away or make life extra difficult for Mikah and Angelo, we then took off to other clubs to try to find Angela and the puck bunnies she used to party with.

  Unfortunately, none of them had seen her, but it took longer than I expected.

  I also expected Tessa to be asleep in my bed when I returned since it was so late. Thankfully she continues to be full of surprises of the absolute sexiest kind imaginable.

  I still haven’t had the chance to fuck her in only those heels of hers, but the outfit she had on more than makes up for it.

  Now it’s morning, she’s snoring softly next to me, tangled in my sheets and blanket with one of her legs draped over mine like she always tends to do. We don’t always cuddle, and sometimes I get too damn hot if she presses her body next to mine, but always, every night since she started sleeping in my bed, I’ve woken up with her connected to me somehow.

  And I love the feeling of her thigh as I run my hand down it, watching her sleep, listening to the quiet sounds she makes as she does. Sometimes she mumbles, throws out a few random words. Even in her sleep, Tessa is full of life and sass and I send up a quiet plea that now that she’s finally agreed to move here, I’ll never see that spark dim from her again.

  Today, we have talking to do. Plans to make. I have to head to the gym for a workout at some point, but mostly I want to spend the day with Tessa. A regular Saturday with no games and no practices where we can be us outside the game.

  Sliding gently out of bed so I don’t wake her, I cover her with the comforter to keep her warm before I head to the bathroom where I do a quick clean-up and teeth brush. Then, I head to the kitchen, pull up a food delivery app and schedule a breakfast delivery from a local restaurant called Stack’s that has the best sausage I’ve ever tasted. I throw in a couple extra sides of bacon for Tessa and set about making coffee.

  A part of me wants to go take a shower and get cleaned up, but I also want to take that shower with Tessa and since we were up long into the morning, the right thing to do is let her sleep. Fortunately, she doesn’t enjoy sleeping in, similar to me, so I’m on my second cup of coffee when she comes stumbling into the kitchen, phone in her hand and wearing one of my dress shirts, buttoned halfway and crookedly.

  I grin over the edge of my coffee cup as she heads straight toward the coffee. Once she’s poured herself a cup and dumped her favorite caramel flavored creamer in it I left out for her.

  It’s only then she turns to me, grins, and takes her first sip. “Good morning.”

  I push back in my chair away from the table where I’ve been scrolling through the news and hold out my arm. “Come here, sweetheart.”

  She does, bare feet pad toward me until she settles herself on my lap, curling into me.

  “See you found my side of the closet,” I tease her, tugging at the collar.

  “It was too far to my room to get dressed.”

  The thought to tell her to move her stuff into my room comes to my lips but I hold back. She needs time. She might not move in with me permanently.

  “It looks good on you.” I kiss her temple and hold her close while she drinks her coffee, blowing gently over the rim to cool it off. “I ordered breakfast. Should be here any minute.”

  “Thank you.” Her head falls to my shoulder and she sets her coffee down. I have one hand on her hip and t
he other wrapped around her back. We sit like this quietly for a few minutes, and I have to say, Tessa curled into me in a chair might even be more enjoyable than having sex with her on my couch. It means she trusts me. Wants this. Me.

  Finally.

  “We should talk about what you said last night.”

  “You mean the sentence you didn’t let me finish?”

  “Yeah, but I think you enjoyed the way we ended that conversation.”

  Her body shakes as she laughs and I kiss her temple again. I can’t not kiss her and thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind at all.

  “Yes, I enjoyed that,” she says, still laughing. “In fact, I think we should end more conversations in the same way.”

  I am in definite agreement with her. “Anytime you want it, all you got to do is ask.”

  Her laughter freezes and she jolts. It’s minimal, but enough I frown and pull back so I can see her face. When I do, I see her eyes glazed over in thought, an expression I know on her face very well by now. She’s turned on.

  “What is it?” I jostle her until she shakes her head.

  “Nothing. I was thinking. Well, remembering.”

  She sips her coffee but the mug in her hand trembles back and forth. I take it from her and turn her so she has to look at me.

  “What were you remembering, Tessa?” Her cheeks have deepened in color and my interest is piqued.

  She laughs. “It’s silly. But a dream I had one day.”

  Ah. Now we’re getting somewhere fun. “A sex dream?”

  She nibbles the bottom corner of her lip and shrugs. “Yeah. I woke up to my alarm blaring ‘anyway you want it,’ so what you said made me remember it.”

  “Tell me it was of me.” She’d mentioned fantasizing about me before. She also said she wouldn’t tell me what they were. But no way am I not pushing this one.

  She grins up at me, presses her soft but warm hand to my cheek and leans up, brushing her lips over mine. “It was a recurring dream. One where you took my virginity.”