“Ready to get out of here?” I ask Julia.
“Yes,” she says, smiling up at me, then turns to her mother. “I’ll see you later, Mom. Tell Dad I said bye.”
“Have a nice night, you two. Enjoy celebrating that shutout!” Bridget tells us, winking at the both of us. I quickly got used to her innuendos she tosses at us. The first few times, I let it embarrass me, but quickly learned to keep that shit to myself.
“Oh, we will,” Julia calls back as she links her fingers with mine and pulls me out the door. I follow my girl down the hall to the elevator, then out to the parking garage.
“Where is your car?” I ask, not seeing it where she normally parks.
“Oh, Mom picked me up.”
“Hmmm.” I back her up against my car, crashing my lips to hers as I pin her against the door. “You in my jersey is driving me fucking wild, sötnos,” I murmur against her kiss-swollen lips. “I’m going to fuck you in it tonight.”
“Is that a promise?” she asks.
“You can bet your ass it is.”
“What’s so different about it tonight? I’ve worn it to all your other games.”
“It feels like that first night I saw you in it. So many thoughts and fantasies running through my mind. It must have to do with the high from tonight’s win or something, but all I want to do is strip you out of everything except the jersey, make you come on my tongue, and then fuck you until you come all over my cock.”
“Yes, please,” she moans into my mouth as she presses her body against mine. My cock is pushing against my zipper and is ready to burst the seams of my slacks. “Take me home, Beckett.”
She pushes against my chest, so I’ll get a move on. I unlock the doors, then open the passenger side for her, closing it once she’s seated in the car. I walk around to the driver’s side and toss my bag into the back seat before climbing into the driver’s seat. After starting the car and backing out of my spot, I rest my right hand on her thigh, then make my way through traffic to her apartment in what feels like record time.
I follow her inside, dropping my bag just inside the door. I close and lock the door, then spin Julia into my arms and up against the door. “You ready for me to make good on my promise?” I ask, pressing my lips to her neck.
“Is that even a question?” She sighs as I nip at her heated skin. I can feel the rapid thump of her pulse beneath my lips. My hands slide down her body, cupping her ass as I heft her body up. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to her hot center.
“Sötnos, you’re wet for me already, aren’t you?” I ask before taking her lips with mine. I get my answer when she grinds against me. I leave one hand holding her up against me and fumble with my belt with the other. It isn’t working out well, so I abandon my attempts and walk us to the bedroom. I sit down on the bed with Julia wrapped around me, our lips still locked on each other as my hands roam her body.
As much as I wanted to fuck her in my jersey, I want her naked more. I strip off the jersey and t-shirt she has on underneath. Her bra follows a second later and I drop my lips to her pert, hard nipples. I love every inch of her body, how in tune I am with what she wants, and how responsive it is when we try something new together.
“Ah!” she cries out as I bite down on her nipple.
“Like that, sötnos?” I ask against her breast.
“Mhmm…” She moans as I switch breasts and trail my hand down her torso, then between our bodies until I find the button of her jeans. I make quick work of the button and zipper and slide my fingers inside, past the elastic of her thong, and into the warmth of her wet pussy. I circle her clit, mimicking the way my tongue circles her nipple. “Beck!” she whisper-shouts as she attempts to grind her hips against my hand as she seeks a release.
“Not so fast, kärlek. I’m going to savor you tonight,” I tell her, rolling her off my lap and onto the bed. I stand and strip my suit off, not really caring that it’s crumpled on the floor right now. As I strip, Julia does the same, removing her jeans and thong. I watch her as she sits back on the bed and watches me. I grip my cock, stroking it a few times. Julia licks her lips and I swear I can feel that lick as if she’d just dragged her tongue over the crown of my cock.
She crooks her finger, beckoning me to close the distance between the two of us, and I do as she requests. I stand in front of her, boxing her in as I place a hand on each side of her on the bed.
“Jag älskar dig, sötnos,” I whisper between us. I’ve never told her that, but it’s true. I do love her. She’s wormed her way right into my heart and I can’t think of my life without her in it. I crash my lips against hers as I deepen the kiss. Her hands slide up my chest, her fingers mapping the ripple of muscles as she explores my body. I work hard to keep my body in the best shape possible, as it’s the most important piece of equipment for my job. Without a healthy body, I wouldn’t be able to do my job.
I lean into her harder and she lies down on the bed. I slide next to her, rolling us so we’re on our sides facing each other. My hand slips back between the two of us and finds her wet center once again. “I need to taste you,” I tell her, breaking our kiss. “Flip over and straddle me.”
I help her align her center with my face, then swipe my tongue up her center and groan against her pussy as she licks my cock from root to tip. “Fuck, sötnos,” I curse.
I knew flipping her into this position she’d not be able to resist touching me, and it’s going to be the death of me. I latch quickly onto her clit, sucking it hard between my lips as I flick it with my tongue. I can feel her body tremble against me as I pleasure her. I slip two fingers into her pussy, scissoring my fingers as I work her over. I try and keep my control as I feel the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat, then the hum of her moan sends shockwaves up my length.
She bobs her head up and down my shaft, following it with her fist as she works me over. I have to focus on bringing her to orgasm, holding off my own. I turn my attention back to her clit, sucking and nipping and flicking it, as I continue finger-fucking her. Her body convulses around my fingers and I can taste her release as it hits my tongue. I lap until she pulls away, her pussy sensitive, as she recovers from her orgasm. Even as she comes down from the release, she doesn’t let up on sucking my cock.
I somehow muster up the ability to flip us over, releasing my cock from her perfect mouth. I rotate around, line my cock up with her pussy, and thrust home. I drop my lips to her, sucking her tongue into my mouth. I lazily kiss her as I thrust through the flutters of aftershocks my intrusion is causing, working to build another earth-shattering release for her before I find my own.
“Jag älskar dig,” I yell out as I come, probably harder than I ever have before. What I feel for this woman beneath me has me shouting my declaration of love over and over again, and yet she has no idea what I’m telling her.
I roll to the side, pulling her with me as I collapse against the bed, completely and totally exhausted. Exhausted from the season, exhausted from tonight’s win, exhausted from our lovemaking.
“Beckett.” Julia’s voice pulls me from the trance I’d fallen into.
“Yes, sötnos.”
“Will you teach me more Swedish?” she asks.
“Yes, what do you want to learn?” I’ve taught her a handful of terms, mainly the few things I call her, or say on a regular basis. Guess I need to teach her more than a few cuss words and terms of endearment.
“Everything,” she says on a yawn and I tighten my arm that’s holding her close.
“Tomorrow,” I promise her as we both drift off to sleep.
Chapter Fourteen
Julia
I roll over and grab my phone, pulling up Google Translate, and try to type in what Beckett said to me twice last night. When the translation pops up with the answer, a smile takes over my lips. I love you. He told me not once but twice last night that he loved me. We’d never crossed that bridge yet, not that I expected it, since we’ve been dating for only a handf
ul of months, but it’s the direction I definitely feel us moving. I know I feel the same way but have to wonder if he said it only because we were in the middle of sex. Does he really feel that way? Was it just something he said in the heat of the moment?
I slip from the bed, stopping first in the bathroom to take care of business, and then make my way out to the kitchen. As I left the bathroom, I slipped my robe on so I wasn’t rummaging for breakfast naked. I whip up some omelets filled with some chopped veggies I have prepped in my fridge, as well as some ham and cheese. I pour two glasses of orange juice and carry everything back to my bedroom on a tray my mom got me for Christmas.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” I say as I set the tray down on the nightstand then slide into bed next to him.
“Morning, sötnos,” he says, his sleep-filled groggy voice doing naughty things to me.
“I made us some breakfast,” I tell him, lifting the tray onto the bed and setting it over my lap. Beckett slides up, resting his back against the headboard, and accepts the glass of juice I hand him.
“Thank you.” He leans over to kiss me quickly. “Jag älskar dig,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me harder.
“I love you, too,” I tell him when we break apart, and the shock that fills his expression at my understanding of the phrase tells me how honest his words are.
“How’d you know?”
“Google Translate is my friend sometimes,” I say on a laugh. “I looked it up when I first woke up as I had a hunch on what it meant.”
“I would have told you. I didn’t mean to not tell you in English.”
“It’s okay. I love it when you speak to me in Swedish. It sounds so sexy coming from you. I think my favorite word ever is when you call me sötnos,” I tell him honestly.
“I’m glad you enjoy it so much, sötnos, because I really do love you. You pushed your way into my life, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.”
“That’s good, because I don’t plan on going anywhere.”
“Come home with me this summer?” he asks, and my heart jumps.
“I’d love to,” I tell him. “I’ve wanted nothing more than to meet your family, see where it is that you grew up, see how you interact with your sisters.”
“My mormor has been hounding me to bring you home with me, so she’s going to be on cloud nine when she finds out.”
“I can’t wait to meet her!”
“Do you think it will be a problem getting time off of work?”
“I don’t think so. I get two weeks a year of vacation time, and I can ask if I can take any additional just without pay. Otherwise, we can make two weeks work, but I’d love to try and go over longer, if you want me there longer.”
“I want you there with me for as long as you can make work.”
“I’ll talk to my boss on Monday and see what he says.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“When do you want to go?”
“We could plan on late June or early July. I either can’t buy tickets until our season is over, or just pick a date well after the season would end if we make it to the finals.”
“I’d need to pick set dates so they can block my schedule out, so picking a date later in June or early July is going to be the best option, for me at least. You could always fly home before I come to visit,” I suggest.
“I can just wait and fly with you. That way, I can be here to spend time with you. I was also thinking that maybe once the season is over, we could find a place together.”
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” I ask, a smile cresting my lips as I set down my fork.
“I am. I’m practically here all the time as it is, so I figured we might as well make it official,” he tells me as he finishes off his omelet.
“You could just move in here. But will that leave JC high and dry without a roommate?”
“I’m sure he’s perfectly fine without me there. He’s a big boy, and it isn’t like he can’t afford the lease. I’ll offer to pay up my half through the end of my year. He mentioned possibly wanting to buy his own place this summer. He’s lived in that unit since he first came to Indy years ago.”
“I’d love for you to move in with me. You can do it today if you wanted,” I tell him, leaning in and placing a lazy kiss against his lips.
“Love you,” he murmurs as we break apart. We’ve both finished our breakfasts as we sat here, expressing our mutual feelings of love for each other. “I’ll be right back.”
He slides from the bed and heads to the bathroom. When he reemerges, he collects the dirty plates and cups and takes them out to the kitchen.
“You have a shit ton of suits,” I tell Beckett a few hours later, as I hang the last few in the closet. Since he had today off, we went ahead and headed over to his apartment to pack the rest of his stuff and bring it over to my place. He already had a good chunk of his clothes here, but still had a few loads of things to bring.
“I know. It’s one of the few things I’ve splurged on since signing my contract. Since I have to wear them to and from every game, I wanted a good selection to choose from. I hate wearing the same one multiple days in a row. I’d rather have a new one for each day.”
“I get it. And you look pretty sexy in a suit.” I wink at him over my shoulder.
“Is that so?” he asks, stalking over and wrapping an arm around me, pulling me against him. His lips brush against my forehead as he places a chaste kiss against it, and that little gesture has my insides melting at how intimate it is. So intimate, yet possessive.
“It is. I could look at you in a suit any day of the week and get all hot and bothered. I might even follow a few of the blogger accounts on Instagram that like to post pictures they find of you guys going and coming from games, hoping they’ll get a shot of you when you’re on the road.”
“Really?” He groans. “You know I could just send you pictures when I’m on the road.”
“What’s the fun in that?” I say on a laugh. “When I find a post with you in it, I love seeing how crazy people go over you, but also love knowing that at the end of everything, when you come home, you’ll be coming home to me.”
“Damn straight I am.” He tightens his grip on me. “No getting rid of me now,” he says against my neck as his lips skim up and down the column. “Let’s go out to eat. We’ve been working hard today moving everything, and I’m starving now.”
“I could go for some tacos!” I tell him, pushing up on my toes to place a chaste kiss against his lips, then move out of his grasp. “And some guacamole.”
“Why am I not surprised?” he says, laughing at me. Beckett knows my obsession with tacos and guacamole, especially if it’s from my favorite restaurant. He grabs his phone and wallet from the dresser. “All right, let’s go.”
“I’m going to text Jill and see if she wants to meet us there.”
“Whatever you want, sötnos,” Beckett tells me as we head out the door.
“You could text some of the guys and see if they also want to meet us there.”
“I guess I could text JC and see what he’s up to.” He slips his phone back out of his pocket and we text our friends on our way down to the car.
“Jill says she’ll meet us there,” I tell him as we pull out onto the road.
“JC also said he’d meet us.”
We slow to a stop at a red light and I glance over. “He seemed to take you moving out in stride.”
“Yeah, I think he saw the writing on the wall, so to speak. It isn’t like I spend much time there since we started dating.”
“That’s true. Poor guy, everyone he’s lived with hasn’t lasted long as a roommate,” I muse.
“Name of the game. If it wasn’t moving because of finding someone, it would have been from trades or just guys settling down.”
“I guess you’re right. I still feel bad that he can’t seem to keep a roommate for very long the past couple of seasons.”
“From what I understand, both Mark a
nd Austin lived with him for a while when they were all first on the team.”
“Oh, I forgot about that,” I say. “But I think you’re right, they did live together for a few seasons. I’m kinda surprised he still lives in the same place after all these years. You’d think he’d have wanted to buy a house of his own to have.”
“Not that uncommon. With everyone not being from here, they like to leave for the summer months. That, and the upkeep required when you own a house, but then are gone all the time for work, can become a pain in the ass.”
“Stop being so logical,” I tease, leaning over to kiss his cheek as he pulls into the parking lot of the Mexican restaurant. He pulls into an empty space and before I can open the door, a car pulls in next to us. I look over to see Jill.
“Hey! Perfect timing!” I tell her as we both get out of our respective cars.
“I’d say so.” She closes her car door and locks it. “It was perfect timing when you texted, as I was starving and having a hard time deciding what I wanted for dinner tonight.”
“Well, let’s get inside then. We’re both hungry, as well. We moved the rest of Beckett’s things to my apartment. Figured he’s always at my place, might as well officially move in with me. Keep him from having to keep running between the two places when he needs something he doesn’t have.”
“What’s JC going to do for a roommate?” she asks.
“Not sure. He appeared to be fine with it. I think he just needs to find himself a girlfriend. Stop living with a bunch of sweaty, smelly hockey players and find himself a girl to settle down with.”
“Him and me both,” she murmurs.
“He’s meeting us here. Beckett texted him when we were leaving to see if he wanted to meet us down here, and he said he’d be over soon.”
“Oh, nice. I haven’t seen him in a while. Well, if you don’t count the games I’ve gone to with you, and see him out on the ice. Otherwise, it’s been a few months, I think. Maybe even the night we went out to that escape room. Isn’t that the night that you and Beckett finally got together?”
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