The Enforcer (NHL Scorpions)

by Nikki Worrell

  After they got all the furniture in, Zoe and Vlad went out to the deck to drink some iced tea and cool off. Lacey and Jody were finishing up, tightening the last of the screws on the bed. When Lacey bent over to grab some packing material to put in the trash, Jody groaned. “Jesus Lace, you can’t bend over like that in those little shorts and expect me to keep my hands to myself.” He walked over to her, put both of his hands on her hips and pulled her back against him.

  Lacey let out a little squeak, but backed right into him. She could feel him getting hard for her already. His cock was rubbing up against her ass. She wanted to turn around and rip his damn clothes off. Never in her life had she been so hot for a man so quickly. Just thinking about getting him naked made her slick and ready for more full body contact.

  Still standing behind her, Jody pulled her hair aside to gain access to her neck. As he was kissing her neck, he ran his lips down to her collarbone and gently bit her. “Oh God, I love that.” He laughed and said, “Good to know. Any other special spots?” Lacey could only whimper in response. Continuing to lavish more attention to the special spot he had found, he let his hands travel up to cup her breasts. Jody thought he could die a happy man right then and there. Her breasts felt fucking fantastic. If only he could see them … taste them. Christ! He couldn’t get enough of her. If they kept this up, he was going to embarrass himself like an untried teenager.

  With one hand still on her breast, he let his other hand drift down and traced circles on her belly. Drifting further down, he unsnapped her shorts and lowered the zipper. He also took a second to undo the hook on Lacey’s bra; he had to get his hands on her bare breasts. Lacey raised her arms to run her fingers through his hair. That movement raised her breasts even more, and Jody had the perfect view directly down her shirt. His jeans were uncomfortably tight now, and he quickly unbuttoned them to give him a little more room. Lacey mourned the loss of his hand at her breast.

  “Please … touch me Jody.” He brought his hand back to rub his work-hardened palm over her nipples. The feeling was so intense, she cried out. He slipped his other hand into her panties and growled – yes growled – at finding her so wet for him in such a short time. As he slid his finger into her, his thumb caressed her to the point of insanity. Lacey was unconsciously thrusting her hips against his hand. When Jody pinched her right nipple and then the left, she almost climaxed.

  Jody needed her lips on his. He turned her around and pushed her down onto the bed. Still clothed, he lay down beside her and returned to stroking her between her legs. Lacey grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled him down to her. He bit her bottom lip a little to make her open her mouth so he could get the angle he wanted. He thrust his tongue in deep, licking Lacey’s mouth. She tasted incredible.

  “Jody … God Jody, I’m so close.” He pulled her shirt up and sucked on her nipples. One, two, three hard tugs and Lacey flew apart. It was one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had. He knew exactly how to touch her. To quiet her screams, Jody put his lips over Lacey’s. As she quieted, he softened his kisses, and Lacey sighed into his mouth.

  Lacey was just about to reach down to stroke Jody, returning the favor when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Holy shit! The door was open. Lacey flew up and slammed the door shut almost directly in Zoe’s face. “Uh, sorry Z …” Lacey’s face turned scarlet, but she started laughing, “We’ll, uh, we’ll be down in a sec, okay?”

  “Sure, no problem.” She could hear the smile in Zoe’s voice. “Vlad needs to get going, so if Jody wants a ride …” That was followed by the sound of footsteps going back down the stairs. Oh, Jody wants a ’ride,’ he thought.

  Jody was already standing up, gingerly refastening his jeans. “I guess it’s time to go.” Lacey didn’t want him to go yet. She wanted to give him the same pleasure he gave her. “I can give you a ride later. I’d like to finish what we started. And thank you by the way. You have great hands Mr. LaGrange.” Lacey couldn’t seem to stop smiling. She walked over to the door and yelled down the stairs, “I’ll take Jody home later.”

  Lacey flashed him a predatory grin, kicked the door shut and walked back over to him. Pushing him back until his legs hit the bed, Lacey stopped. She ran her hands up his chest and looped them around his neck. “Well? Aren’t you going to kiss me?” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Still on edge from playing with Lacey’s body, he was a bit rougher than he thought he should have been, but Lacey loved it. She gave back as well as she took. Crushing her mouth to his, she parted his lips and sucked on his tongue. With a low moan, Jody grabbed Lacey’s hair in his fist to hold her there.

  Lacey’s hands slid down Jody’s chest to rest on his rock hard abs. She ran her hands up and under his shirt to his back and around to the front again, not missing an inch. Running her hand up and down his length that was getting bigger by the second, Lacey gave a moan of her own. No more. She needed her hands on him now. Ever so slowly, Lacey unbuttoned Jody’s jeans and slid the zipper down. Looking down, Lacey didn’t remember boxer briefs ever looking so sexy, nor had she ever seen them bulging quite so much.

  She slid them down along with his jeans and gave him a push that sent him back onto the bed. “Very, very nice. You are definitely well endowed, aren’t you?” She gently wrapped her hand around him, and Jody sucked in his breath. He would not be able to take much of that. It’d been too long, and he wanted her too much. “Please tell me you have a condom, Lace. I beg you.”

  Lacey stopped moving her hand and looked up at him. Frowning she said, “I don’t. You don’t?” Punching the bed with both fists at his side he said, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. No, I don’t have one. I purposely don’t have one because I wanted to take my time getting to know you, but when I’m around you, I forget that part. God Lace, I want to be inside you more than you can imagine.” He sat up and removed her hand. Showing phenomenal restraint he said, “We’ll just have to wait.”

  Oh hell no. She was not going to leave him in that state. It was hard to be so brazen with him so early, but she did it anyway. Even though she knew her face was flushing with apprehension, Lacey slowly took her shirt off, along with her bra, and cupped her breasts. “Don’t you think we could do other things that don’t require a condom?” Seeing her rubbing her own nipples while she gave him a sexy smile, just about brought Jody to his knees. “You have to touch me, Lace. I can’t take much more.”

  Lacey pushed him back down, leaning over him with her breasts swaying in his face. She reached down and took a hold of him again, feeling the moisture that had gathered at the tip of his cock. Stroking him up and down was heavenly. He was all hard male and he made the best sounds. Deep, guttural. He was turning her on all over again. Sliding down his chest, she used her other hand to cup him and he almost lost it. Everything she did felt so fantastic, he wanted to hold on as long as he could. But she wasn’t playing fair.

  “Come for me, Jody.” Still stroking him, she put her lips to his quivering abs. Her licks and gentle bites pushed him over the edge. With a low groan, Jody came all over Lacey’s breasts and even up to her chin. He came that hard. It was intensely erotic. She wanted him inside her so badly that her muscles were clenching. She vowed right then that she would never be without condoms again.

  After their breathing slowed, Jody pulled his jeans back on and went into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for Lacey. When she went to grab it, Jody held it out of her reach. “Please Lace, let me.” Lacey was a little embarrassed to be sitting there letting Jody wash off her breasts … and face, but Jody was smiling at her. “You’re too good to me, you know that? I constantly man handle you, and you reward me. Every time we’re together, all I think about is how I want to be gentle with you and take it slow. But then I blow it.”

  “What are you talking about? Do you hear me complaining? Jody, this is the most fun I’ve had in entirely too long.” Lacey felt behind her in an attempt to locate her bra and shirt. Now that the sexual frenzy was ebbing, she felt self-conscious about being
half naked in front of him.

  Jody frowned. “You don’t have to put that on right away, do you? God Lace, you have the best rack. Shit … see? In my head, I say how beautiful your curves are, but it comes out of my mouth as ‘nice rack’.” Jody shook his head at himself.

  Lacey laughed, but still put her shirt back on. Jody was such a doll. His sincerity was obvious, even if his words were a bit coarse. She didn’t want suave anyway. She much preferred bald honesty to flowery words. Steven spoke with flowery words, and look where that got her. With a cocky smile she said, “I’m glad you like my rack, Jody. And don’t worry about it. I don’t need fancy words. Just honesty.”

  “Okay, well here’s some honesty for you. I hate condoms … hate them. And I’m cautiously optimistic that in the future, when you’re ready, that I may actually get to be inside you. I almost always have an allergic reaction to condoms, and honestly Lace, it’s not a great feeling.” Lacey just raised her eyebrows at that. Funny as it was, though, she hated them, too. “We get the most comprehensive physicals you can imagine. There is nothing that’s not tested for. I’ll be more than happy to show you my test results to prove that I’m one hundred percent clean. And I haven’t been with anyone since my last physical.” Jody couldn’t tell what Lacey was thinking.

  “Continue,” she said.

  “As far as birth control goes, I can’t get you pregnant. Even though I was vaccinated and it’s rare, I had the mumps about ten years ago, and now I have no swimmers to speak of. So I propose that if you would be willing, maybe you would also go through some testing, and we could enjoy condom free sex? I know it seems like a lot to ask, but I’m thinking of long term. I’m not looking for a casual relationship, Lace.” Jody held his breath. Would she freak out at the mention of a long-term relationship? And he also didn’t know how she’d take the suggestion that she should be tested, but since he knew that Steven had cheated on her, there was always a chance that he had given her a gift that she didn’t want. “Lace? Say something. You’re not offended, are you? I’m only asking because you told me that Steven cheated …”

  Smiling and shaking her head at Jody’s insecurity (because really, it was kind of sweet), she said, “After I found Steven with Jessica, I also had every test known to man run on myself to make sure that he didn’t give me anything. And I am also one hundred percent clean.” In a more serious tone, Lacey also told him, “I can’t tell you that I’m looking for more than a casual relationship right now though, Jody. I like you, I do, but I’ve known you for less than a week, and I just don’t know what I want. I’m sorry; I’m not trying to give you mixed signals.”

  Jody just smiled at her, and told her that he was okay with that, as long as she knew that he wasn’t going to give up on the idea of something more.

  “I can live with that,” she said. Touching his arm, Lacey told him that she was sorry that he couldn’t have children. “Is that hard for you?”

  “Yes and no. It sucks to have the option taken away, but I can’t say I’ve sat around moping about it. And if I had a woman who loved me that wanted children, there is always adoption. Plenty of kids need good homes, you know?” Could she like this man anymore?

  Jody noticed that it was getting late, and he had an early morning practice. The bed dipped as he leaned over to place a gentle kiss on both of Lacey’s cheeks, inhaling her scent. Coconuts would forever remind him of the first time he’d been with Lacey. “Thanks for tonight, Lace. I think I could get addicted to your touch pretty quick.” The way Jody looked at her made Lacey want to ask him to stay all night. How great would it feel to be wrapped in this man’s arms all night? Of course it was way too soon for those kinds of thoughts … right?

  Flushing scarlet yet again, Lacey told him, “Trust me, it was my pleasure.” Jody winked at her, and with his cocky attitude back, said, “Yeah, I could tell.” Lacey threw a pillow at him. “Don’t you need to be getting home?” Reluctant to go, he replied, “Yeah, I guess I do.”

  Lacey got off the bed, still smiling at Jody, “Come on big guy, let’s get you home so you’re ready for practice tomorrow.” Practice was going to start getting more intense. It was finally September, and even though training camp didn’t start for almost three weeks, most of the guys were already upping the intensity of their workouts and practicing on their own when they could get the ice.

  When Lacey opened the garage door, Jody gave her just the reaction she thought he would. Guys loved her car. Girls too. It was a pretty sweet ride. “Whoa. You like hockey, you drink beer, eat pizza,” winking he added, “have a great rack … and you have an Audi R8?” Putting his hand to his heart he said, “Marry me now.”

  “You’re going to have to work a little harder than that Jody. One mind blowing orgasm won’t keep me for long.”

  “Mind blowing, eh? I can live with that for now. Take me home woman; apparently I need to rest up.”

  Tuesday morning brought more beautiful weather. The ever present ocean breeze ruffled Lacey’s curtains, allowing the sun to peek in. It was a great way to be woken up. Stretching from head to toe, Lacey enjoyed the feeling of her girl parts having actually been used the night before. She was a tad sore from Jody’s administrations, which could only mean one thing – they needed to keep doing those kinds of things so that she could get her body used to receiving such dedicated attention.

  It was time to go walking. Lacey rolled out of bed and threw on some workout clothes. Hockey season was starting soon, which meant more beer consumption and junk food. She was determined to get on a regimented exercise routine before then and figured walking on the beach was a good start. Jogging could come later, and if she really got into it, she’d add in some weight training or Pilates. Since she now had someone interested in seeing her sans clothing, she wanted to do a little work on tweaking the areas of her body that she wasn’t comfortable with. Although Zoe said she was nuts, Lacey knew she could stand to lose a couple of pounds in her rear area. She tended to carry a bit of ‘junk in the trunk.’

  When Lacey got back from her walk she went into Zoe’s room and jumped on her bed. “What? What happened? Huh?”

  “Wake up, Zoe. It’s another gorgeous day, and we never got to go shopping yesterday. I’ve already done my morning exercise. I’m gonna go hop in the shower. Come on, wake up so we can go shopping.”

  Sleepily rubbing her face, Zoe told Lacey that she couldn’t go until after twelve o’clock because she had two appointments. “I can go after that if you want to wait for me.”

  “Sounds like a plan. I want to buy a pair of ice skates, too. Maybe I’ll go to the sporting goods store while you’re seeing clients and get that out of the way. I know we passed one, didn’t we?” Zoe gave her directions to the closest sporting goods store and then told her to get the hell out of her room so she could get a couple more minutes of sleep. “Go away, I’ll see you later.”

  Lacey laughed good-naturedly and left to take her shower. Zoe was one of the happiest, most upbeat people alive, but she was not safe to be around until she had her first cup of coffee in the morning.

  As Lacey was standing in front of the skate selection trying to decide if she wanted to forgo toe picks and get real hockey skates, she noticed a little boy who all by himself. When she walked over to him, he looked up at her and said, “Are you gonna buy hockey skates? I love hockey. I can skate real good, too.”

  “I’ll bet you can. My name’s Lacey, what’s yours?”

  “Ben,” he answered, putting his little hand out to her.

  Taking his hand Lacey asked him, “Are you lost hun? Can I help you find your parents?”

  “No, I’m not lost. My dad’s looking at hockey sticks. I’m five now, so I can go over two whole aisles alone, as long as I keep checking back in with him. I like looking at the skates. Dad says mine are almost too small, so I’ll need new ones soon.” That said, Ben ran his hands over all the skates, appreciating each one.

  A man peeked around the corner looking at Ben. “
Ben, you’re not bothering the lady, are you?” Ben scampered away from Lacey, looking like he got caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

  Lacey piped up immediately. “Oh no, not at all. I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t lost.”

  Ben’s father (who looked like he frequented the tanning salon and the steroid department) looked Lacey up and down with a lecherous grin. “Well sweets, we’re all good here then. How about I buy you dinner to thank you for looking out for my kid?”

  Not wanting to be rude, she replied, “Oh, no thank you.” Stretching the truth a bit, she added, “I’m seeing someone.”

  Eyes riveted to her chest he replied, “Sure you are. Come on, one dinner.”

  “No really. I’m seeing someone, but thanks anyway. Well, I’m going to go try these on. I start my skating lessons tomorrow. Bye.” Lacey didn’t much care for the creep and wanted him to leave. She picked up a pair of skates and walked away to try them on.

  He followed her, still talking. “Oh yeah? I’ll teach you to skate, Doll. I actually play hockey on a league.” When she told him that her ‘boyfriend’ was an NHL hockey player he said, “Oh, okay. And what’s his name?” He doubted that she even knew how the game was played. She was too cute and curvy to be into sports. If she knew anything about hockey, he’d be willing to bet she knew how to be a puck bunny, and that was about it. Why was it that girls always played hard to get with him?

  Why not tell him, she thought; maybe it’ll make him go away. “Jody LaGrange. He just came here from San Jose.”

  Still not believing her, he smiled at her with condescension. “The Goon? That’s the first name you came up with? Oh, come on, Honey. With looks like yours, you could at least go for the captain. The girls seem to go nuts for that Keith Lambert.”