by Toni Aleo
When my body tightens around him, he groans, dropping his head to mine as he continues to thrust inside me. “Fuck, you are so damn tight, baby,” he whispers against my lips.
My nails dig into his ass as he picks up speed, our bodies slapping together, and then he slams into me one last time, a guttural sound leaving his lips as he falls on top of me, going completely limp. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath, our hearts both beating out of control but together at the same time. Turning his face, he smiles at me before pressing his lips to the side of my mouth.
“I knew you were a game changer, Claire Anderson.”
I grin as I look over at him, meeting his lazy gaze. “And I knew you were trouble.”
Kissing me again, he says, “The good kind of trouble, the kind that gives you multiple orgasms and feeds you.”
I giggle. “True, and I am kinda hungry.”
“Good, me too. Let’s go get Waffle House.”
I eye him and ask, “Why Waffle House?”
“’Cause it’s my favorite. Do you not like it?”
I’m breathless. It’s not every day you find someone whose favorite restaurant is Waffle House. It’s more of a drunk spot to eat at, but I love everything about it.
And so does Jude.
I just slept with Jude.
And we both love Waffle House and have just had unbelievable sex.
As I look into his eyes, he waits for my answer, and I can’t help but think that if he doesn’t want to see me after we eat, I could be a little heartbroken. Somehow, somewhere, sometime, I kinda developed some kind of hard-core, stupid crush on this guy who is nothing but trouble. A womanizing hockey player with a one-way ticket out of here. While I want to regret this, I can’t muster up the feeling.
All I feel is amazing.
And I want so much more.
Swallowing loudly at the realization that Jude has completely rocked my world, I bite into my lip before saying, “It’s my favorite, too.”
With a wink, he kisses my nose before slowly removing himself from my body. “Good, let’s get dressed and go, unless you want to cuddle or something.”
I smile as I sit up. “Do you cuddle, Hey Jude?”
He shoots me a grin. “No, but I will if you want to.”
I eye him as I ask, “Do you say that to all the girls you mess with?”
Disposing of the condom in the trash can by my desk, he shakes his head, looking back at me. “Nope, not a single one.”
He then comes to me and I watch his sexy, naked body move and flex with each step he takes. His legs are a thing of beauty, hockey legs, and the rest of his body is beautiful too. I’ve always been attracted to hot legs and abs. I love abs and Jude has abs on top of abs, just like Skylar said.
Reaching out, he takes my chin in his hand, tipping my head back to look at him. “Didn’t I tell you that you were a game changer?”
“You did, but I don’t know what that means,” I say, covering his hand with my own, while my other comes out to rest against his hip.
Grinning, he leans down, running his nose along mine before whispering, “Then I’ll have to show you.”
Chapter 10
Jude
My body is still humming.
And as soon as my lips touch hers again, leaving isn’t an option. I have to have her again. Dragging my mouth from hers, I nibble down her jaw, her neck, before sucking and biting on her sweet, full tits. Her body is perfect. She has a sexy hourglass shape to her and it’s mouthwatering, causing me to hope my time with her never runs out. While she thinks her mole is ugly, I think it complements her body and turns me on as I run my nose along it, kissing each of her ribs before nibbling on her hip bone. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and I suck in a deep breath from the sensation.
“I thought we were gonna eat?”
“Well, I’m gonna eat you, and then we can go,” I say before running my tongue up the slit of her perfect, glistening pussy. “That is, if you can walk.”
“So cocky,” she teases, and I grin as I run my tongue along her thigh. I’ve seen many girls naked, had a lot of them in my mouth, but there is something very pristine about Claire’s pussy. It’s beautiful, sweet, and bare. She has freckles that dust along the inside of her thighs and along her sweet folds. I want to trace each one with my tongue and get lost between her legs for the rest of my life.
I don’t know what happened in this dorm room, but I know I’ll never have enough of her.
Dipping my tongue inside her, I finger her entrance as I swirl my tongue around her clit. She squeals underneath me, her breathing so quick and fast as she digs her nails into my shoulders. Usually that’s a turnoff, but I love it when Claire does it. Sometimes, I think girls do it to mark me, but with Claire, I know she’s doing it out of pure ecstasy. Opening her folds, I suck her clit into my mouth, making her squirm before I start to fuck her ruthlessly with my tongue. I look at her, her hands gripping her sweet tits, her back arching as she bites into her lip to keep from screaming. I can’t wait to get her back to my place; there she can scream all she wants and no one can say anything.
Going faster, I quickly ignore the fact that I’ve never slept with a girl twice. The anticipation to do this all over again, to feel her sweet, tight pussy wrapped around my cock has my eyes crossing. I can’t wait, and I have no remorse in knowing that I’m giving up my lifestyle for this girl without even knowing what her favorite color is. I don’t care. I just want to be with her. When she suddenly screams out, her nails biting into my skin, I watch as she seizes up, my name falling from her lips as she shatters under my mouth.
It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
And everything I was just thinking is set in stone.
Claire Anderson is the girl for me.
Forty minutes later, I fall into the booth beside Claire, my arm coming up and around her shoulders to hold her closer. Her lips are swollen, her face pink, and she looks so damn good in her hoodie and leggings that she put on quickly so I wouldn’t have to wait. Not that I mind waiting. Her hair is in a mess on her head, and I want her to put it down. She’s so gorgeous when it’s framing her face and she’s coming, screaming my name.
Man, I’m in deep.
Running my nose along her temple, I tease her ear as she tries to look at the menu. She giggles, trying to pull away, but she isn’t trying hard enough. She likes it. She likes me. I know she does.
“You don’t know what you’re getting?”
She grins as she flips the menu over and then back. “Can’t seem to find a big serving of Hey Jude Sinclair – they must not carry it.”
I grin, nipping at her earlobe as I whisper, “I’m sure we can arrange some for dessert.”
Turning her head, she brushes her nose along mine, kissing my bottom lip before whispering, “What about after dessert?”
I pull back some, meeting her shy gaze. “I mean, if you want me for another go, I’m down, baby.”
She smiles as her face warms with color. “While, yes I do, I actually meant like tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.”
“Oh,” I say as I nod slowly, but before I can answer, she shakes her head.
“Ack, I sound like one of those needy girls who need some kind of reassurance that you’ll do me later. Ew. Sorry, that’s so not me or how I act. Can we start over? I meant to say I hope we can do it again… No, I didn’t mean that ’cause that means I expect it, and that’s not… Well, maybe, but shit, oh my God, I’m rambling, stop me,” she says quickly, and I oblige by taking her sweet mouth with mine.
She melts against me as I hold her close with my arm. Pulling back, I smile before kissing the side of her mouth. “Rambling Claire is cute.”
“She’s annoying, hence why she doesn’t come out much. You bring out weird things in me.”
“Good,” I say just as the waitress comes up. We order the same All-Star Meal and then fall lower in the booth, cuddling into each other. While sometimes sex leads to cuddling
with girls, I usually find an out. But here, wrapped in the warmth that Claire is giving me, I don’t want an out. I love the feel of her. My hand lazily plays along her arm and her hair smells so damn good. Something girlie and expensive I think because I usually don’t smell something so alluring. Then again, maybe it’s just Claire.
When she glances up at me, I grin and she smiles back as her face warms. “Shit, Jude, I’m all girlie around you. It’s disgusting.”
I chuckle as I hug her tighter against me. “I think it’s adorable. Please continue. I love the color on your face. It matches your hair, which, by the way,” I say as I lower my voice, “I was curious on your real hair color, but I got no clue, still. Care to fill me in?”
She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s blond.”
I try to picture her as a blonde, but it doesn’t fit. “I can’t see it.”
“Maybe I’ll show ya a picture one day. It’s more of a strawberry blond, but I’ve been dyeing my hair this color for years. Sometimes I’ll do black tips or something else crazy.”
“I love your hair. Don’t get me wrong, but why do you dye it?”
“To be different. I want to people to see me.”
“You don’t come off as an attention whore, though.”
She smiles as she nods. “I’m not now, but I didn’t have the best childhood, and because of it, I wanted people to see me, notice me, so I did everything I could to make people look at me. Wore dirty, naughty clothes, shaved my head up one side at one point and… Oh my God, why am I telling you this?”
She tries to hide her face but I don’t allow her, holding her where I can see her. “Because you trust me. Don’t hide from me.”
She bites into her lip and takes in a deep breath. “I wasn’t the person I am now but I still love this look. I think I look very Little Mermaid-punky.”
“Well, I guess I can say I’ve seen what’s behind Ariel’s shells, and I like what I found very much.”
She laughs, smacking me playfully before shaking her head. “You’re crazy.”
“About you? I know. And, by the way,” I say, capturing her lips with mine. I kiss her, slow and deliberate before pulling way to whisper, “I want to see you again and again. Game changer, remember?”
She nods slowly, her lips moving up and down mine as her eyes lock with mine. Her mouth is turned up in a cute little naughty grin as she says, “So I guess since you want to see me, we have to do that whole get to know you stuff, huh? I’ve never really dated anyone. Well no, I take that back. I was with this guy named Brian once, but he was more a friend than anything.”
“Yeah, you said you hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Reason why you’ve been celibate?”
“Bad childhood. I slept around real bad when I was younger. When my uncle took custody of me, I still tried to ruin his life, but then decided to give him a chance. So I cleaned myself up and became me.”
I nod, processing the information. “Can I ask why your uncle took custody?”
“Sure,” she says before sipping a little of the iced tea she ordered. Clearing her throat, she looks back up at me. “My mom was a strung-out stripper who got herself killed over her next fix.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I say, sucking in a quick breath.
But Claire shrugs. “You know, I miss her, but I miss the her before the drugs took over. I am glad that the person who cared more about drugs than me is gone because going to Phillip and Reese really changed my life. I’m happy now and I’m healthy, and yeah, I broke my celibacy, but I think I chose a good person to break it with.”
I grin, taking her lips with mine, drawing the kisses out of her slowly. I love kissing her – I can’t get enough – and when we part, I follow her mouth again, going in for another kiss that turns into another.
“Jeez, Sinclair! Get a room!”
Claire smiles against my lips, and unlike any other girl, she deepens the kiss, running her hand up my face to tangle in my hair. My body hardens and I want to take her on the table, but I know that the good employees of Waffle House would not appreciate that.
“Damn, get it, Sinclair!”
I am going to kill my brother and our teammates, but it’s like she doesn’t even hear them. Claire continues to kiss me until finally I pull away. Getting lost in the depths of her beautiful blue eyes, I whisper, “You are so fucking hot.”
She giggles as she smacks my face lightly. “You’re not so bad yourself, hot stuff.”
I smile but then turn to find my brother and some of the guys laughing at the corner booth. “I’m gonna make y’all pay tomorrow, assholes.”
They all shut up when they hear that as Claire just giggles beside me. Turning to look at her, I love what I see. A little wisp of her hair is falling in her face, her cheeks are bright, her eyes shining, and her lips so swollen and delectable.
“Teammates?”
“Yeah, and my brother,” I answer.
She eyes my brother, and when Jayden gives her a wink, I almost come out of the booth, but Claire’s hand is resting on my thigh and I don’t dare move, but I’ll make sure to kick his ass later. “I can see the resemblance.”
I shrug. “I’m hotter.”
“Oh yes, by far.”
She shoots me a grin just as our food is laid down in front of us and we both dig in. We eat in silence for a few but then she asks, “Is that your only brother?”
I shake my head, swallowing the piece of bacon I just threw in my mouth. “Nope, I have a younger one, Jace, and then an older sister, Lucy.”
“Oh, that’s right, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.”
I nod then ask, “Do you have siblings?”
“Nope, only me, but I have a really huge extended family. Lots of kids for me to love on.”
“That’s cool. I have a niece, Angie. She’s one.”
“That’s nice,” she says. “What do your parents do?”
“Dad is a lawyer and my mom is a stay-at-home mom.”
“That must have been nice growing up.”
“Yeah, she spoiled us,” I say with a chuckle. “And I’m her favorite.”
“I wouldn’t doubt that,” she teases with a wink, and I smile.
“What about Reese and your uncle, Phillip, right?”
She nods. “Yeah, Reese owns the dance studio, Reese Allen’s Dance Company, and Phillip plays for the Nashville Assassins.”
I stop eating and look over at her as I process what she just said. Surely, he’s not the Phillip Anderson I think he is. “You have his last name?”
“Yup, Anderson.”
“Phillip Anderson, as in, leading scorer in the NHL, Phillip Anderson?”
She smiles. “That’s the one.”
I am speechless. I admire Phillip’s game. We go to watch the Assassins play all the time as a team unity exercise, and Phillip has always been my favorite player, along with Erik Titov because of his speed and stickhandling. I knew that he looked familiar! How did I not place him?
“Wow, he’s a great player.”
“Yup, he’s the best. Really wonderful uncle, too.”
I take a swig of my orange juice as I continue to think on this. It’s just so mind-blowing! Glancing over at her, I smile and decide I need to talk about something else before I start asking questions about her uncle.
“You’ve always danced?”
“Yeah, it’s been a passion of mine, but I really didn’t get to dance the way I wanted until I got to Reese. Have you always played hockey?”
“Yup, since I could walk. My dad played when he was younger, and put me and Jayden and Jace in it as soon as he could.”
“That’s really cool. You’re really good from what I’ve heard. I haven’t gotten to watch you yet.”
“You will since you’ll be shaking that fine ass for me at the opener.”
She laughs. “I don’t know. I think Rachael is threatened by me.”
“Or jealous, or both, but who cares, they all need to be. You’re the best.
I’ve never given a girl a ten.”
“I feel so special,” she says, batting her eyes at me.
I catch her chin, holding her in place as her eyes meet mine. I love how her eyes settle on mine. It just seems so right, getting lost in the depths of her sparkling blue eyes. What I was about to say was supposed to be just something to say because it was nice, but as the two words sit lodged in my throat, I can’t help but know they’re the truth.
Bringing my lips so close to hers, I whisper, “You are.”
Chapter 11
Claire
Oh, Jude is laying it on thick, and I’m just eating it up.
While I want to think he’s just laying game on me, I can’t help but feel his words are genuine. That I am special. How after only a couple hours of being together does he think that, I’m not sure, but man, I hope he really thinks so. I think he’s fabulous, amazing, perfect, and I can’t believe how girlie I turn when he sets those sharp green eyes on me. But still, in the back of my mind, I hear everyone telling me that he’s a player. That he doesn’t do a girl more than once, but it just doesn’t seem right.
This seems real.
When his lips press against mine, I’m breathless as he kisses me slowly, cupping my neck with his large hand. I love kissing him. Since the first time our lips touched, I’ve craved them, and as much as I don’t understand, I can’t help but love every second his lips are on mine. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I really like having sex with him, but kissing him is probably my favorite so far. His lips are so plump, and it feels so sexy and naughty when our lips touch. Like it’s illegal or something because we’re so hot when we touch. I don’t know, but man, I love it.
Pulling away, Jude smiles before kissing my nose and asking, “You ready?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Cool.”