by Meghan Quinn
Yeah, did you cringe? I said it, I said suck him off, and I’m not ashamed of it. If you were in my position, you would be thinking the same thing.
Hayden’s attractive, but it wasn’t his looks that made me fall for him. It’s the kindness, the warm heart he carries in his chest, the thoughtful man he’s proven to be. It’s things like holding off on the physical side until we got to know each other better. It’s the loving texts in the morning, the flowers at work or lunches delivered, or the way he calls me baby without even giving it a second thought.
I’ve fallen for him for all the right reasons, and in many respects, that was Hayden’s intention and desire. He’s clearly and rightly beloved, because the man the public sees is not that dissimilar to one I’ve grown to adore. But it’s not what James thinks. I haven’t fallen for the larger-than-life pinup-worthy hockey star.
That being said, I’m happily taking a selfish moment. I’m looking past his beautiful qualities and focusing on the pure physical here.
I’m letting my eyes eat him up for the first time because I’m finally getting the chance.
Nothing but a pair of underwear, he stands before me, those dark, mysterious eyes smiling, his strong, square jaw posed and sharp, the scruff on his face adding to the sex-appeal. His body, tall and thick with muscle. His forearms and biceps like cannons. His bulge so freaking enticing I feel myself inching forward on my chair.
I lick my lips as if trying to savor the sweetness of our last kiss, wishing we were tucked away in our hotel room, lying in bed, slowly tracing each other’s bodies with our fingertips instead of me watching him from a few feet away.
Tilting his head back, he shows off the long column of his neck, his Adam’s apple poking out. All male. Masculinity drips from him. The hum between my legs forms a solid throb as my breath turns shallow, my body aching for him.
Please touch me.
Please take me somewhere private.
Please bury yourself deep inside me.
“That’s a wrap!” Hildi shouts, startling me out of my stupor.
Eyes blinking rapidly, I stand from my chair and clap along with everyone else, unsure of what to do.
Hayden eyes me while he speaks with the photographer, his gaze never leaving mine even when he speaks with her.
I take a step forward and his eyes darken, smolder, giving me a once-over.
Another step and he takes a deep breath.
One more.
Thanking the photographer, he closes the space between us, snags me by the arm, and bypasses everyone on set, taking me down a long hallway and into a room to the right. Slamming the door shut, he locks it, and spins on his heels, looking almost . . . angry.
“What the hell was that?”
Caught off guard, I step back. “What was what?”
He approaches me, his body vibrating. “You know what I’m talking about.” Pressing me against the wall, his height towering over me, he adds, “The licking of your lips, the searing I’m going to eat you alive look you were giving me through that entire photo shoot.” His hands trap my hips against the wall. “Do you realize how hard it was to not only look away from you, but to not get fucking hard with the way that perfect pink tongue of yours would peek out and touch the tip of your lips?”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.”
“Well . . . you know, it wasn’t easy on me either.” I puff my chest forward, my nipples hard and rubbing against his chest. “Watching you practically pull your underwear down in front of everyone, the way you would bite your bottom lip, or flex your muscles in just the right way. It was hot.” I whisper, “So hot.”
Not able to take it anymore, needing to show him how serious I am, I place my hands on the waistband of his briefs and inch my fingers inside.
“Adalyn, what are you doing?”
“This.” In one swift movement, I bring his briefs down past his growing erection, letting them fall to the ground.
He sucks in a deep breath and hisses when my hand squeezes around him. “Adalyn,” he chokes out, “there are people outside.”
“Good for them.” I glide my hand up and down his erection, feeling it grow quickly in my grasp, followed by a pained look on Hayden’s face. “I want you, Hayden. I need you. I can’t wait any longer. This thing between us, this sexual chemistry, it’s eating me alive. Your tongue and fingers are not going to hold me over.” I squeeze is erection hard. “I need this.”
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Adalyn, we can’t do this here. I had plans for this moment.”
“Well, you took too long.” I strip my shirt over my head, reach behind me and unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor with his briefs.
Darkening eyes meet mine. A tick of his jaw. A flex in his neck.
“Goddamn it,” he says between his teeth before he reaches for my jeans and unbuckles them. I help him and push them down to the ground along with my underwear. “This is not how it’s supposed to be.” He strokes my cheek.
“Not everything can be planned, Hayden. Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind and be in the moment.”
“Is that what you want? This?” His voice goes deeper when he says, “You want me to fuck you against this wall?”
My breath hitches as I swallow hard and nod. “I do.”
“You’re going to have to be quiet.”
“I’m not making any promises.”
Searching my eyes, indecision clear in the pull in his brow, I can see he’s concerned. He pictured this moment differently, but there is no more waiting where I’m concerned. There is no more waiting. There is no more teasing. We’re done with that.
Taking charge, wanting to ease his worry, I bring his hand between us and press it between my legs, letting him feel how much I want this, how turned on I am.
His finger slips past my slit and he groans, his forehead connecting with mine. “Fuck, Adalyn.”
“Do you feel that, Hayden?” I move his hand up and down, sliding along with ease. “This is how hot I am for you, how needy I am. This is from watching you and nothing else.” I press his finger inside me, loving how he adds another finger, stretching me. “I’ve waited, Hayden. I’ve waited so damn long to find out what it feels like to have you pulsing inside of me, to have you groaning out my name while you hover over me, complete ecstasy written all over your face.” I squeeze the base of his cock. He coughs and swallows hard. “A little piece of me has died inside every time we’ve gotten so close, every time I’ve itched to feel your rock-hard cock in my hand and you’ve pulled away.” I shake my head. “Not this time. I’m not waiting. I’m taking what I want. And I want you, Hayden. I want your heart, I want your thoughtful mind, and I want your sexy body. Right here. Right now.”
The air stills, my words hanging heavily between us, the sexual tension thick.
Is he going to make a move, or am I going to have to help him take the next step?
Before I can decide, his lips crash down on mine, needy and demanding, stealing my breath, draining every last ounce of air from my lungs.
Cupping my cheeks, he licks my lips, parting them with his tongue, diving deep into my mouth. Relief washes over me when he pushes me farther into the wall, his hips pinning mine, his cock, hot and stiff, grazing between my legs.
Shifting with our movements, his length creates a heady friction, awakening a part of me I haven’t felt in a while, a tingling sensation that reaches from the tips of my toes to the root of my hair.
Taking his shoulders in my hands, I steady myself and pull him closer so my pebbled nipples are rubbing against the fine hair on his chest, the sensation adding to the sultry experience.
With each passing kiss, each press of his cock against my wet center, I get lost.
Lost in the feel of his mouth on mine.
Lost in his gentle, yet demanding touch.
Lost in the explicit groans rumbling from his brawny chest.
In this moment, I’m not Adalyn, and he’s not Hayden. We’r
e becoming one. It’s scary, terrifying actually, because from this moment on, I know I’ll never be the same. From this point on, I’ll be his, and he will be mine.
Chapter Fourteen
HAYDEN
This wasn’t what I had planned. This wasn’t how I envisioned making Adalyn mine for the first time, but her speech, the way her eyes pleaded with me, and the way she consistently eye-fucked me while on set has left me no choice.
I need her . . . now.
My mouth works over hers, licking, sucking, fusing together. We’ve made out before, but there is a sense of urgency in our kisses this time that’s different.
Moving my hands down her neck, past her shoulders to her sides, my fingers graze her soft skin, spreading goosebumps along every inch of her body. The little pebbles encouraging my touch.
Her stomach, her ribs, my thumbs caress every crevice, every bone to her breasts. I caught a quick look at her full, round tits when she took her bra off and I’m amazed with myself that I’ve been able to keep myself away from them for this long.
But no more.
Cupping them into my palms, they fit perfectly, barely overflowing. Her nipples are hard as my thumbs pass over them, stiff and turned on. And when I squeeze, her mouth drops open wider, a gasp passing her lips straight into mine.
I repeat the action, increasing my cupping with each squeeze until she’s writhing beneath me, her pussy rubbing desperately against my aching cock.
But I don’t give in.
Instead, I squeeze her breast and then pinch her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. Plucking, pulling, pinching. I alternate between the two, until she’s moaning desperately into my mouth, our kisses becoming sloppy, our mouths all over each other, her lips pressing across my mouth, my jaw, my cheeks.
My lips fuse to her chin, her neck, her collarbone. Lifting her arms against the wall, I pin her and bring her breast into my mouth, nibbling on her nipple.
“Oh God, Hayden.” Her hips slam into mine, seeking relief.
I move to the other breast, nibbling harder and sucking her nipple into my mouth, yanking on it, which only seems to spur her on more. Gripping both of her wrists against the wall with one hand, I reach between her legs and easily slide in as she spreads for me, giving me more access.
Pressing my fingers inside her, I let her rock on my hand for a few strokes before I can’t take her soft moans anymore. I need to be inside her now.
Releasing her wrists, I grip her waist and lift her up. Getting the idea, she wraps her legs around my waist and links her ankles, locking herself in. My cock slides up and down her wet center, gliding along her clit.
“Get inside of me, now,” she moans into my ear.
“Hold on to my shoulders.” Reaching between us, I guide my length along her slit until the head of my cock is at her entrance.
Squeezing my eyes shut, so painfully hard, I slide myself in, inch by slow inch.
So wet.
So warm.
So goddamn tight.
“Yes,” she hisses into my ear before her mouth lands on my shoulder.
With each inch she slides down on me, her teeth bite down on my shoulder. Feels so good. So right.
After a few seconds, I bottom out. We both let out a feral groan when I hit that special spot of hers, her teeth sinking deeper.
I welcome the pain.
I’m turned on by the pain.
I want so much more. I want her to bite down on more than my shoulder. Fuck, I want her to play with my nipples again, to grip my balls and roll them between her fingers.
Right now, I need to fuck her against this wall.
Pulsing my hips, I slam into her, thrust after thrust, never letting up. I keep a constant pace, a pace that throws Adalyn into a spiral of passionate ecstasy. Hands on my shoulders, she moves up and down on my length as well, pushing down when I’m rising up, meeting in the middle for an explosive feeling, so rich, so overwhelming that the sounds coming out of her mouth are inaudible. I can hear my name, I can detect some curse words, but that’s it.
And it’s sexy seeing how much I cause Adalyn to feel.
It’s sexy to see how she so easily falls apart and loses control.
And yet, despite her sedated body, she’s still present, she’s still moving with me, clenching around me.
“Feels so goddamn good,” I whisper into her ear. “So good, Adalyn.”
She bites down on my earlobe and says, “Harder. Fuck me harder, Hayden.”
Christ.
This woman. A biter, a dirty talker, a fucking queen in my arms.
I give her what she wants, slamming into her, her back hitting the wall, our attempt at being quiet washed away with unbridled passion.
Moaning into my mouth now, she clamps around my cock, her body stilling, her hands trembling. She gasps and then murmurs a slew of curse words as her pussy contracts around my cock, the sensation so powerful, so overwhelming that within seconds, my balls are tightening and I’m coming pulse after pulse.
I come so hard and so long I almost forget where I am when I moan her name, the sound echoing in the small dressing room.
If people were wondering what we were doing in here, they sure as hell know now.
Fuck, but was it worth it.
Slowing my hips, I take a deep breath and open my eyes to find Adalyn staring back at me. A lazy smile passes over her lips as she gives me a quick peck to my nose.
“That was so fucking hot,” she whispers, not that she needs to, not after what we just did. “Well worth the wait.”
“Yeah?”
She nods. “Yes, you were easily worth the wait.”
“God, Adalyn. Phenomenal. You are phenomenal.” Actually, there are no words to describe that. Being inside her . . . touching her . . . fucking her. She’s everything . . . She’s quickly becoming my everything.
She’s everything.
I thank God I met this girl. My girl.
With another gentle kiss, to my lips this time, I become lost in the feel of her once again. I’m so fucking glad I took the time away from my normal crazy and went to Binghamton when my season ended. Without that decision, I never would have met Adalyn, the woman who didn’t steal my heart, but to whom I gladly gave it. She’s becoming my everything.
Adalyn rests her head against my shoulder, her wavy, air-dried hair tickling my chin, and her sweet scent consuming me. Old northeastern homes pass by in the windows, the familiar streets of Binghamton painting a path to Adalyn’s place.
The past two days have been . . . Fuck, I don’t even know how to describe it.
Life-changing.
I can remember getting the call to play professional hockey. I remember where I was sitting, what I was watching, what I was eating.
My parents’ house, on their big brown sectional, watching the movie Ratatouille with my mom because it was about a cooking mouse, which my mom thought was adorable. We were eating homemade beef Wellington. Fancy feast for two movie watchers. But that’s how we rolled. My phone rang, and it was my agent.
The room stilled, the air around us heavy, my mind whirling with holy fucks and I can’t believe I did it. It was singularly the proudest, more exciting moment of my life.
Little did I know, it was going to be rivaled.
The past two days . . .
They’ve rivaled the feeling I had when I first found out about being signed with the Brawlers.
I’m happy. I feel at peace with Adalyn in my arms. It almost is like my life is coming full circle, everything falling into place.
Now . . . to have the talk with her.
Living in Philadelphia while she lives in Binghamton is going to be inconvenient, especially with her nurse schedule, but I really think we can work it out and hopefully—if I’m a lucky son of a bitch—she’ll consider moving to Philly, even if it’s not immediately, given she’s new to her job.
The town car pulls in front of Adalyn’s house and idles. “We’re here.” I kiss the top of her
head. It’s late and if she didn’t have such an early shift tomorrow morning, I’d suggest I follow her into her house. But she needs a good night’s sleep, especially considering what little sleep we’ve had over the past two days.
“Mmm . . . but I’m so warm, and if I leave this car, I’m going to have to face the real world, and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. Ten more minutes.”
I chuckle as she tries to snuggle in closer. “Ten more minutes, babe, will lead you to falling asleep in this car.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Don’t you want to just take a little nap, have a little snuggle time?”
Groaning, I wrap my arm around her and squeeze her tightly. “I want nothing more than to stay in the tiny bubble we created, but you have work tomorrow, and I have to get back to my training.”
She waves me off. “You’re fit enough, you’ll be fine. I mean, how many more muscles do you really need?”
“All of them, babe. All of them.” I chuckle and kiss her forehead. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your door.”
Grunting with disapproval, she lifts off me. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get rid of me.” Stiffly turning on the seat, she asks, “You’re not getting rid of me, are you?”
“Yup, that’s been my plan the entire time.”
“I knew it.” She shakes her fist to the sky. “Played, by Hayden Holmes. It will be my InTouch Weekly article I sell out of desperation and payback.”
“When they’re interviewing you, can you at least mention my sizable cock?”
Eyes narrowing. “I’ll mention its size for sure, but I’m going to tell you right now”—she hops out of the car and leans in through the door—“it’s not going to be in your favor.”
“You’re the devil.”
The driver takes her suitcase to the sidewalk and she takes it from him with a thank you. Walking up the pathway to her house, she says over her shoulder, “You have no idea, Holmes. Get ready for the wrath of Adalyn. Ohhhhh boy.” She laughs manically, as I follow closely behind her. “When my brothers get ahold of this information, you can bet your tiny macaroni that there will be a bounty put on your head. First person to rupture your nuts with a hockey puck wins.”