I shook my head. Was this what he really thought of me? “That’s not true at all,” I protested.
“Whatever. You know, I thought this whole thing would last a couple of weeks. I figured you’d come to your senses, and we could pick up where we left off. I never thought you’d get your head turned by a guy who has money, but who had treated you like something disposable. Maybe it’s because he’s in the NHL. Hockey’s always turned your crank. Anyway, the longer it’s gone on, the more painful it’s been. So, I’m manning up. I don’t want to play anymore.”
“I’m so sorry. I think it’s taken me so long because I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings.”
He stood up and gave me another half-smile. There was an odd expression on his face. “But you have, Kelly. See you.”
He walked quietly out of the room, and I didn’t even hear the front door close. I walked numbly into the shower and turned it on, letting the water run all over me. How could I have been so stupid? I had been so miserable and angst-ridden that I hadn’t even noticed what I was doing to Phil, and to Jimmy as well. I had been mean and self-centered, and I deserved everything that Phil had dumped on me. I showered until the hot water ran out, then I got dressed in a daze.
When Jimmy came to pick me up, I was sitting on the couch—doing absolutely nothing.
He took one look at my face and grabbed me by the shoulders. “Kelly? What’s wrong?”
“Do you hate me? For taking so long to make up my mind?”
“Hate you? Of course not.” He pursed his lips. “I wish you would decide though.”
I leaned my head against his solid chest. “Phil came over this morning and told me what a horrible person I was to do this whole thing. He said I was cruel and he hated like people like that. He said he was through with all this shit.”
“Aww, Kelly, he’s an idiot. I always thought he was, but when I saw him play last night I was sure of it. He plays selfish.”
I shook my head. “He doesn’t always play that way. He was in a bad mood.”
“Hockey’s not like that. You need to put aside your personal issues when you get to the rink and play your best. He only passed to you once—I would have set you up every chance I got. It was a championship.”
“If it was a real championship, you would be taking all the shots. You’re a way better shooter than me.”
“Well, this is all hypothetical anyway. But, wait—” Jimmy held me at arms length and looked at me through narrowed eyes. “So, he dropped out?”
I nodded.
A huge smile broke across his face. “Then I win!”
Well, I guess he did. Again, I’d been too busy in my personal pity party to think about the bigger picture. After all this time, the decision wasn’t even made by me. Jimmy kissed me, really kissed me this time. He cradled my cheeks and kissed all over my face. I tried to relax into his touch.
“Wait. Does this bother you? The way things turned out?” I asked Jimmy. Was my being with him diminished by the way it happened?
He laughed. “Not one bit. We belong together, and I knew you’d get it eventually. The guy dropped out because he could see it coming. I’ve seen that happen a million times.”
I pondered that idea. It was certainly true that Phil had never lost at anything—sports, school, or relationships.
Jimmy pulled me into his lap and enveloped me in his strong arms. “I’ve known you were going to choose me since Toronto.”
“Really? That was a month ago.” I hadn’t known. I felt so guilty about what had happened, that I kept trying to find ways to make things up to Phil. Maybe I had been ignoring all the signals that I was drawn magnetically to Jimmy.
I was still worried though. First, if I hadn’t fooled around with Jimmy, would that have affected my decision? And secondly, deciding by default seemed like I wasn’t really in charge of the process—which was what I wanted in the first place.
Jimmy was already in planning mode. “This is fantastic, Kelly. Now we can do stuff together before the season starts. We can relax back home, and maybe have a few days away. When are you going to move to Chicago?”
I hadn’t thought about any of this logistical stuff. “I’ll have to give notice at work. Cheryl will need at least two weeks to replace me. And I promised to clear out my stuff from my parent’s place. April will have to find a new roommate. Oh, I guess I’ll have to ship stuff too.” I started to feel a little stressed and panicked about my to do list. This was going to be a huge change.
He noticed my panic attack and gave me a big squeeze. “Kelly, everything’s going to be fine. I can help you take care of stuff like shipping. If your rent is an issue, I can cover that too.” He pulled something out of his pocket. “I know you’ve been stressing over what you’re going to do once you’re in Chicago, and I found this broadcasting school that’s perfect. I asked one of the team media people for a recommendation.”
He handed me an envelope. I opened it, and there was a colourful brochure inside. The photos were completely lame, but the program seemed to be very hands-on and technical, which was exactly what I needed. They promised lots of industry contact too. “Oh, thanks a lot. This looks great.”
“The best part is that the class schedule is pretty light. You only go three days a week, and not even full days. So we’ll have lots of time together, and you won’t have to miss any games.”
I laughed and started to calm down a little. “That’s the main thing, right? Not missing any games.”
He stroked my hair. “I want you to be at all the games. I play better when you’re there.”
“But I’ve only been to a few of your games.” He wasn’t superstitious, but he certainly had some fixed ideas.
I finished reading through the brochure and looked at the attached letter. “Holy shit. The tuition is over $8000. There’s no way.”
“Kelly, I’ll loan you the money. You can pay me back when you get a job.”
“If I get a job. The best I could do in Canada was receptionist, and I didn’t even need a green card or whatever they’re called. I still haven’t paid my first set of student loans. Crap.”
“Let’s get one thing straight here. I understand you’re giving up your job to move in with me. When you move in, money is gonna be a fact of life. I make a lot of money, and I don’t want to have to argue with you every day. So, could you please accept the fact that money is something that I can contribute to the relationship?”
I laughed and ran my hand up his chest. “It’s not all that you can contribute.”
His eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly. “Kelly, you’ve been to Kelowna before, right?”
I nodded.
“Let’s skip this whole weekend deal.”
“What? You wanted me to meet all your friends, especially Maddy.”
He ran his hands up my waist until his thumbs rubbed against the sides of my breasts. “Things have changed. Now all I want is to be alone with my girl.”
“Oh. Okay.”
He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. He cupped my ass and squeezed hard. “Oh God,” I gasped.
“Is April home?” he asked.
“Um, yeah.” Incredibly, she had slept through huge dramatic scenes with not one but two of the men in my life. And that was the kind of thing she lived for.
“Give me your suitcase. We’re going back to my place—for the rest of the weekend.”
I nodded, too confused with desire to say anything else.
He grabbed my hand, and we ran out the door.
26
Sex and Drugs
James
* * *
I won! Finally. Not that I really had any doubts, but lately Kelly made me wonder if I should have even agreed to the stupid dating game. But all the waiting was going to make today that much sweeter.
I called to cancel our trip as soon as we got in the car. “Hey Baller, we’re not going to make it to Kelowna.”
“The hell? We’re already on the w
ay to the airport. Is everything okay?”
“Uh, Kelly’s sick.” She widened her eyes at me.
“Really? She seemed fine last night when she was checking guys into the boards.”
“Um, yeah. She’s got a fever or something.”
“Y’know, you sound pretty happy about this—” Baller paused.
Last night when we were watching her game, I had ended up telling him some of what was going on between Kelly and me. It started when I realized that stupid Davidson was the centreman on her line, something she had never even told me. Baller reassured me that there was no way Kelly would choose him—not only because he was nobody, but because we had a special link.
“Hold up! She chose you, didn’t she?”
I glanced over at Kelly sitting innocently beside me. “I’m putting her right to bed. And I’ll take care of her.”
“Oh, I’m sure you will, you lucky motherfucker.” He cackled and disconnected.
We barely got in the door before we started making out. Kelly had her arms around my neck and her lips pressed hard against mine. I heard her sandals drop to the floor, and then she wrapped her legs around my waist. I lifted her ass and pushed her against the wall. Now she was grinding her crotch against me.
This was the real Kelly—how I wanted her to be from the moment I saw her on the golf course. Finally we could relax and be ourselves, and I knew she was mine. Exhilaration coursed through me.
“Bedroom?” I asked when we paused for breath. She nodded, and I carried her there. We fell onto the bed. I kissed her face, her neck, her hair, everywhere. She pulled up my t-shirt slowly and then kissed down the middle of my chest. I raised my arms, and she pulled the t-shirt off completely and threw it on the floor.
“You’ve been working out a lot,” Kelly said, running her hands over my delts and then down the slope of my pecs.
“Yeah, lots of core work. And I’m trying to bulk up my upper body for next season—ahhhh.” I inhaled sharply as Kelly moved her fingers onto my nipples. “Ummm…our team trainer—” I began and then totally lost my train of thought as Kelly put her mouth on one nipple and sucked hard. The hell, she didn’t care about my training program, except maybe the endurance part.
She undid my belt and shorts, then stroked my cock through my underwear. I lay back with a happy sigh and watched her. She pulled and rubbed at my cock through the thin cotton until it was painfully hard.
“Fuck. Take it out,” I pleaded. She pushed down my underwear, and I felt the tickle of her hair on my thighs, her warm breath over me, and then her tongue bathing my cock. As I stretched out, I noticed that I could see her in the wall of closet mirrors. I watched as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, sucking like it was the best treat she’d had all day.
It felt fantastic, but I wanted a lot more than a blowjob. “Ease up, baby,” I groaned, and she looked up at me. Her face was so sexy: her eyes glazed and a little saliva dripping from her lips. Kelly went from elusive to hot-for-it at the push of a button. And I was remembering where all those buttons were.
I pulled her towards me and laid her out on the bed. My clothes were constricting me, so I pulled them right off. Then I started stripping off her clothes, impatient to see her naked again. She was wearing a black bra and panties, and I relished the sight of her taut, tanned body. As I fumbled with her bra, she took pity on me and undressed herself. I watched, my cock getting harder all the time. She stretched out naked on the bed—her body striped with golden skin and pale tan lines. Finally, she was really with me, like I’d been imagining for so long. I leaned over her and squeezed her tits, kissing them, sucking at her nipples, and hearing her cry out. She brought her hands up and ran them over me, over my arms, my chest, and then down to my cock. She held it in her hand and starting pulling at it, making me even harder and ready to burst. I moved back up to her mouth and started kissing her again, and I lay on top of her feeling her writhing under me.
“Um, you’re good health-wise, right?” she asked me hoarsely, when we came up for air after an extra long French kiss.
“Yeah, of course. Are you’re on the pill?
She nodded.
“Perfect. We don’t ever need to use condoms again. It’s just you and me—forever.” Kelly was the only one I’d done it with without protection, the only girlfriend I trusted enough. Now we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted.
Kelly seemed to come out of her daze. She stared at me, and then smiled. “Wow, really?”
I pulled her hard against me and kissed her. Then I flipped her under me and moved my head down. I tongued her clit—enjoying her moans and cries.
“Oh fuck, Jimmy. I’m coming already!” Her thighs tensed, and she lifted her hips up and pressed against my mouth. Then she fell back against the mattress. I moved up between her legs.
“Ready, beautiful?”
“Yes, yes. Want you so bad.” She reached down and held herself open for me. I pushed inside her, closing my eyes and letting myself feel every sensation. Kelly was so into it, meeting my strokes and finally grabbing my ass like she wanted me even deeper. I was happy to oblige, and I pushed her knees up, so I could spear her in rhythmic thrusts.
“Let’s switch,” she gasped between strokes. I flipped her on top of me without missing a beat. She rode me hard, pulling up and up until I was almost out and plunging back down. I turned my head so I could watch us in the mirror. Kelly was a blur of movement, her hair flying and her tits bouncing. I could see beads of sweat in the sunlight. We were both going hard, like it was some crazy contest. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the sensations. I grunted every time she plunged back down on me. It felt unbelievable.
“Oh Kelly, fuck. It’s so good.” I put my hands on her waist and held her still and felt the trembling of her body on me. “I want to see everything. I want to watch you come—on my cock.”
I moved her under me, and then pulled us to the edge of the bed. I thrust my cock deeply into her. She began twisting all over the bed, her hands splayed on the sheets and her hips meeting my every thrust. Our bodies were hot and sweat-slick, and every motion made a wet, smacking sound. I watched her face—her eyes closed, her hair spilling out across the sheets, and her lips open and moaning. I leaned in, and I could hear her soft voice. “Oh, fuck yeah, it’s good Jimmy, so good. Ohh yeah, like that. So close.”
I spread her legs wider and stroked faster and deeper. Suddenly she screamed and arched her back, thrusting her chest out. I thrust a few more times, feeling her muscles contracting around me, and then let myself come too. My cock swelled and then emptied itself into her.
* * *
I had almost forgotten how much stamina Jimmy had. And his body looked fantastic, so perfectly sculpted and his muscles huge and defined. I was so turned on just seeing him naked. Before, if I complimented his body I would have been leading him on. Now I could relax and let him know how hot I found him.
We had sex two times in quick succession before we took a break. The second time was pretty intense. It took him ages to come—not that I was complaining because it was cosmically orgasmic. Now I was sleepy and a little sore. I wanted to take a nap and then go hunt down some food. But Jimmy was totally jazzed. He kept talking to me about all the things we were going to do this summer. I was kind of dozing and not actually listening, until I realized he was asking a question.
I opened my eyes, and he was propped up on one elbow, watching me.
“I think the best thing would be for you to move directly to Chicago. Then we’ll go back and forth to Fredericton during the summer. If you give notice right away, we can have most of August together.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“I’m so happy we’re back together. It’s something I wanted, well, basically since we split up.” He beamed down at me—his eyes wide and this goofy grin on his face.
“Awww, that’s so sweet.” I reached up and caressed his cheek. Then I sensed what was coming next and got ready. That white night in Toronto had
shown me that no matter how big Jimmy got on the ice, he was full of the same insecurities that anyone had. In fact, his worries seemed to be on an even bigger scale.
“I love you, Kelly.”
“I love you too.”
He smiled even wider and finally lay down beside me. He let out a huge satisfied sigh.
I did love him. I only worried that the way I felt about him wasn’t as all encompassing as his emotions were. I loved being with him. I loved having sex with him. I loved his sweet ways. I really wanted to be a giving person and not keep my emotions under wraps. So I had to keep responding in the right way until it felt natural to me. I cursed my whole stoic childhood upbringing.
Now could I take a nap? I had a lot of post-orgasm oxytocin in my body that made me sleepy.
“Hey, Kelly.”
“Mmmmhmmmm.”
“What do you want to do now?”
“Sleep. Leave me alone.” I turned and buried my head in the pillow.
“It’s the afternoon, and this is the best day ever. You don’t want to waste it sleeping.”
For an answer, I disappeared under the duvet.
Jimmy got under the duvet with me, creating a little tent with his body. He was shaking his head. “No endurance. You really need to build up your endurance. And you know how professional NHL athletes do that?”
“Drugs?”
“No. When your body feels it can’t do anymore, you have to push it: one more rep, one more circuit, one more….” He trailed his hand down my stomach, then lower.
“Oh my God. No way. You couldn’t.”
He could. And it was amazingly good.
27
Leaving On a Jet Plane
Leaving Vancouver was both simple and complicated. Everything at work went pretty smoothly. Cheryl was sad but unsurprised that I was leaving.
“I knew you were too good to last,” she said. “Two weeks should be more than enough time for me to get someone new. I’m used to much less notice.” She exhaled loudly.
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