Kaufman: The Season (Austin Arrows Book 2)

by Nicole Edwards

  “I know it no longer matters, but I wanted to tell you why I broke up with you.”

  She’s right, it really doesn’t matter. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know why. I’ve spent half my life wondering.

  “When you went off to college, I knew you were destined for greatness. There was no doubt in my mind that you’d make it into the NHL. Hockey was your life, your passion. I was jealous of that. I wanted all of your attention, not just some of it. It was immature, I know.”

  “You were seventeen when we broke up,” I tell her. “We were both still immature.”

  “I know. But I handled it badly. I met another guy.” Her gaze drops to her hands. “I can’t even tell you what his name was at this point. He gave me the attention I craved. For a few weeks at least.”

  “I’m glad you told me.”

  She nods. “So we’re good?”

  I smile back at her. “We’re good.”

  “That makes me feel a little better.”

  I can tell she’s exhausted, plus she looks to be in some pain. “Get some sleep.”

  “Oh,” she says, her gaze going to the book. “Do you believe in that stuff? The whole positive thinking thing?”

  “I know Noelle does.”

  Amber seems to contemplate that for a moment. “I’m sorry I interrupted your first date with Noelle,” she calls out as I make my way to the door.

  “No worries. There’re gonna be a lot more in the future.”

  “You sound certain, Kaufman.”

  I turn to face her. “I’m certain of two things, Amber. First, I plan to retire this year.” Her eyes widen with the news, but I push on. “And second, I’m going to marry that girl.” I can’t help but smile. “And not necessarily in that order.”

  Noelle’s Journal

  Dear Universe,

  Remember when I mentioned that Spencer loves me? HE FREAKING LOVES ME! If this is your doing, then thank you, thank you, thank you. Maybe I didn’t understand your methods all the time, but holy smokes. So, do you think it was the hockey stick?

  44

  Noelle

  Tuesday, February 21st

  I WASN’T ORIGINALLY PLANNING TO go to the game tonight, but when Spencer texted and asked me to, it wasn’t like I could tell him no. I didn’t want to say no, actually.

  I haven’t seen him since our eventful first date, so this is like Christmas for me. I’ve spent countless hours thinking about how Spencer told me he loved me. No man has ever told me he loved me. Well, other than my father, and Billy Thompson. But Billy and I were in the second grade at the time. He certainly doesn’t count.

  And now I have the opportunity to watch Spencer openly while no one is the wiser.

  Plus, I get to spend some time with Ellie. She’s still down because of Kingston, their relationship having hit a few speed bumps with Bianca’s dad coming into the picture. However, tonight she seems a little more upbeat than usual.

  The first part of the game was decent. I got to hear Ellie’s version of what happened between Kingston and that mystery girl who made the horrific accusation against him. Leave it to my best friend to do some detective work of her own to solve it when no one else bothered to. But after we chatted about that, we both clung to our seats and our beers, watching as the Arrows barely pulled a win out of their asses. Kingston wasn’t in goal tonight, which I think disappointed Ellie some. However, Spencer looked good out there.

  For a brief moment, I considered telling Ellie about what was going on between me and her brother but decided to hold off. She’s having a hard enough time; I don’t want to give her something else to stress about. And she would stress because she’s my best friend. She’ll worry about me. I don’t want her to do that right now.

  There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

  Now that the game is over, I figure it’s time for me to head home, but before I can make it out of the arena, my phone buzzes with a text message.

  Spencer: Where are you headed? I want to see you when I’m done here.

  Noelle: I was planning to go home.

  Spencer: Are you inviting me over?

  I give that some thought and decide I’ll do him one better.

  Noelle: How about I meet you at your house?

  Spencer: Sounds perfect. See you in an hour?

  Noelle: An hour.

  That gives me just enough time to run home and change.

  An hour and a half later, my nerves are shot, but I’m standing on Spencer’s front porch. I can hear him moving around on the other side of the door, and every noise makes my heart lurch a little more.

  Finally, the door opens.

  Oh, God. He’s wearing a suit and he looks good enough to eat.

  “Hey.”

  I smile up at him, too nervous to move.

  His eyebrows dip down as he takes me in from head to toe. Of course, he stops at the toe because I’m wearing heels. Even in the dim light on the porch, the heat that crackles in his eyes is evident.

  I still can’t move, but luckily, he reaches for me, pulling me into the house. In the process, the long coat I’m wearing comes open. Yeah, that heat I was talking about, it turns to a full-blown smolder.

  “Holy fuck.” The words are a mere whisper. “Take this off.”

  The door closes behind me as Spencer quickly tries to disrobe me. I would’ve laughed if I weren’t so nervous.

  “I know it’s not my birthday.” His gaze lazily moves back to my face.

  I shake my head. No, it’s not his birthday. That was back in December.

  “And we didn’t win the Stanley Cup,” he notes.

  Another shake of my head. Now I’m breathing hard simply from the way he is eye-fucking me as we stand in his entryway.

  “Can I get you anything?” he offers, tugging the coat off of me in a hurry. “Because in ten seconds, the option isn’t gonna be on the table.” He looks me in the eye. “The second I get my hands on you, I won’t let go until I’ve gotten enough. And Noelle, I don’t know if that’ll ever happen.”

  I’m swooning now. Yep, you heard me. Swooning. Something I’ve never done before.

  A muffled growl rumbles in Spencer’s chest seconds before he reaches for me. I stumble forward, slamming into his solid body as his mouth fuses to mine. His taste is like fine wine, so warm, so delicious I can hardly breathe for wanting more of him.

  His big hands slide around to my butt, cupping me as he lifts me up. I’m still kissing him when I lock my ankles around behind his waist and he carries me the twenty feet it takes to get us to his dining room table. The wood is cold on my thighs, but he’s hot enough to keep me from shivering.

  He dips me backward, his hand beneath my back, holding me as his lips glide down my jaw, my chest, then to my breast, barely concealed by the turquoise and black lace teddy I’m wearing. I seriously don’t think this thing is going to be in one piece by the time he’s done. The way he tugs the slinky fabric down, baring my breasts, has me drawing air into my lungs in huge gulps.

  “Spencer…” Oh, damn. His mouth is so good. So hot. His tongue rasps over my nipple, sending sparks of electricity darting down to my clit.

  “Mine,” he rumbles softly, his lips trailing to my other nipple. “All fucking mine.”

  And I am. There’s no doubt about it. I know he said he wanted to start over, but heaven help me, I don’t want to. I want this.

  Him.

  Spencer

  MY BRAIN IS OFFICIALLY ON overload.

  Finding Noelle standing on my porch in nothing but an overcoat and sexy fucking lingerie has completely robbed me of all good sense. I’ve been reduced to an animal, pawing at her, desperate to touch every single inch.

  The way she mumbles my name over and over makes my dick jerk and twitch. I’m rock hard, the damn thing trying to burst right out of
my slacks.

  And I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d never get enough. I won’t. No matter how long I live.

  Forcing myself to maintain some semblance of control, I slide my mouth back to hers, kissing her with every ounce of passion that’s built up in me these last couple of months. I want to inhale her. I know I should slow down, make this last as long as possible, but there’s no way that’s happening. Not this time.

  The silky, lacy number she’s wearing is hotter than fuck, but damn it, I want to see her naked.

  I allow my chin to brush along the thin fabric covering her as I move down her body, seeking the warmth between her thighs.

  This isn’t quite the way I envisioned tonight going. I was already planning to be a perfect gentleman. Maybe a late dinner out, wine and conversation, even dessert. I certainly didn’t plan to feast on her on my dining room table, but holy shit.

  “Motherfucker.” I damn near come in my fucking pants when I notice the panties are crotchless. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

  Urging her thighs open, I lean down and nuzzle her with my mouth, inhaling the scent of oranges and spice. She’s so goddamn delicious I think I might lose my head.

  “Spencer!”

  I love when she screams my name. Fucking love it.

  I slide my tongue along her delicate flesh again and again while she writhes on the table, her hands linked in my hair.

  “More! Now!” she cries out. “Lick me, Spencer.”

  Holy fuck. The woman’s gotten bossy and I love it.

  I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, plunging one finger inside her welcoming cunt, pushing in deep. She’s so wet.

  “Don’t stop,” she pleads.

  My sole focus is on making her come. Well, that and making sure that I don’t come.

  Because I want to watch her, I lift my head, still fucking her with my fingers while teasing her clit with my thumb.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, Noelle. Come for me. Come on my hand so I can fuck you.”

  She groans, her back bowing as she rides my hand harder.

  “More, Spencer. Need more.”

  Slipping my fingers from her pussy, I dip even lower, pushing into her ass.

  “Yes,” she hisses. “There. Do it. Fuck me… Oh, God … please fuck me.”

  She’s trying to kill me here. No way can I fuck her ass right here on my table. I’d break the damn thing and probably her in the process.

  Her eyes meet mine. “Please,” she whispers, her body straining for release, her muscles locking on my fingers, pulling me in deeper. “Fuck me, Spencer. Right now.”

  Son of a bitch.

  “Condom … pocket…”

  It takes a second for me to understand what she’s saying. I glance behind me at her coat, which is still on the floor. Sure enough, there’s a condom and a small tube of lubricant on the tile beside it.

  “You’re a dirty, dirty girl,” I tell her. “But that’s gonna have to wait until later. Right now, I need to be inside you. Need to feel your pussy milking my dick.”

  Within seconds, I’ve managed to remove her panties, retrieve the condom, unbutton and unzip my pants, shed my jacket, and sheath myself. She’s still panting as I force her knees back, guiding the head of my cock against the slick, wet entrance to her body. When Noelle pulls her legs in closer to her chest, opening herself to me, I damn near lose it. With my hands free, I push the head of my cock into her pussy while using my thumb to tease her clit.

  “Fuck … fuck…” She’s so fucking hot, so damn tight. Her pussy chokes my dick, but I push in deeper, going slow because I refuse to hurt her.

  “Yes. Now! Please…”

  Gripping her hips, I pull her down toward me, her ass hanging off the table as I impale her, burying my cock as deep as I can go.

  “Play with your clit,” I instruct. “I want to watch you.”

  I watch, completely enraptured by the sight of her teasing her clit with one hand, tugging on her nipple with the other, all while I rock my hips, fucking her deeper, harder.

  “Not gonna last, Noelle. You feel too fucking good.”

  She nods, but I’m not sure what she’s telling me. I focus on fucking her, bucking my hips forward while pulling her against me.

  Forks of lightning fire through my body, pulses of electricity igniting at the base of my spine. I can’t hold back. She’s so goddamn sexy laid out on my dining room table, begging for what she wants, what she needs.

  “Yes … yes … Spencer… Harder. Oh, God… I’m … gonna…” Her back arches once more, her pussy gripping me like a vice, her muscles clenching around me.

  “Ahh, yeah.”

  “Coming!” Noelle cries out.

  Yeah. Me, too.

  45

  Noelle

  I COULD GET USED TO this.

  After Spencer fucked me within an inch of my life, he carried me to his bathroom, where we showered and made out for what felt like hours. I love the way he touches me, his fingers gliding over my skin. I love the soft words he whispers, mostly nothing important, all in an effort to soothe me.

  What I really need is for him to fuck me again. Only this time, I want him to get down and dirty with me. It’s been so long, and I know I went a little crazy in his dining room, but who cares. It was amazing. Exactly what I needed right at that moment.

  And now I need more.

  Of him.

  By the time we’re in his bed, my skin is hot and my fingers are itching to touch him.

  “Shouldn’t you be tired?”

  I smile to myself. “Are you?”

  “No. I could fuck you all damn night.”

  “What are you waiting for? You see … there’s this one way that I’d like to try again.”

  His eyes widen as he turns his head to look at me.

  “You won’t hurt me,” I tell him. “I promise. I won’t break.”

  Spencer shakes his head slightly, as though trying to dislodge something from his brain, but then he smiles. Yet he still doesn’t move.

  Which is when I realize I need to make the first move.

  So I do. Just call me Noelle the Brave. I’ve moved past some of my insecurity. Or maybe I’m just incredibly horny. Yeah. That’s probably it.

  I let my lips slide over the smooth skin of his chest, then down to his nipple. I flick it with my tongue, then nibble with my teeth until his body is hard and his hand is fisted in my hair.

  “Your mouth…”

  I know what that means, so I keep moving lower, running my tongue over the dips and grooves of his abs, stopping at the massive erection bobbing between his legs. Yep, safe to say he’s not tired, either.

  I lick the swollen head slowly, savoring the warm, salty taste of him.

  “Fuck yes,” he moans softly. “Noelle…”

  I love the way he says my name.

  Continuing on my quest to drive him wild, I shift positions, moving between his legs so I can feast on him properly. Using my hands and my mouth, I lick and suck, glancing up from time to time to see him raptly watching me. Never do I increase my pace. I want to pleasure him, not make him come. That’s probably for selfish reasons, though. I really want to feel him inside me when he does.

  He doesn’t let me play as long as I want, tugging on my hair and forcing me to crawl up his body. He’s so warm, so solid, so … male.

  Rather than let me ride him, though, Spencer flips me onto my back as he moves over me. The way his hand cradles the back of my head, the way his eyes search my face… There’s something distinctly different about this moment. It’s intense, almost reverent.

  I can feel the hard ridge of his cock between my legs, gliding across my slick flesh, teasing me relentlessly.

  Because I can’t wait anymore, I shift my hips, aligning him right where I want him. M
y ass will have to wait until later, because right now, I just want him to fill me completely, to take me as hard and as deep as he wants.

  “Condom,” he whispers, his breath fanning my lips. “Do I need one, Noelle?”

  I shake my head. “I’ve got birth control covered,” I tell him honestly, our eyes locked together.

  “I haven’t been with anyone since you,” he whispers. “I haven’t wanted anyone since you.”

  I know what he’s telling me, in his own roundabout way, and I’m good with that. Plus, I trust him. Spencer has never lied to me.

  “I want to make love to you,” he says, his tongue gliding over my lower lip. “I want to feel you. All of you.”

  I nod, shifting my hips, forcing him inside me. He groans low in his throat, a sexy sound that goes right to my heart.

  The next thing I know, I’m overwhelmed by him. Spencer is filling me to overflowing, his body practically crushing me into the mattress, his fingers linked with mine as he slowly penetrates me deeper than I ever thought possible.

  And though I knew on some subconscious level, I accept that I love this man. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, loving him.

  “Noelle…” He lifts his head, holding my stare as he pumps his hips. He’s still going at a leisurely pace, although he’s thrusting in deep with every downstroke.

  The man knows how to make my body sing.

  Still watching his face, I see so much emotion shining back at me. It threatens to choke me.

  “Noelle… God, baby … I love you.”

  Tears spring to my eyes, but I don’t try to fight them off. It’s pointless. “I love you, too. It was sneaky…” I have to take a deep breath, the pleasure overwhelming me. “But the universe knew exactly what I needed.”

  He smiles and it warms my heart. “Yeah? But I think you’ve got it all wrong.”

  “Wrong?”

  Oh, God, that felt good. The way he pushed in slowly, so, so slowly.