“At times.”
“Trust me on this. If I ever treated a woman badly, one of my sisters would find out about it somehow and then they’d collectively kick my ass, hockey player or not. Those girls are scary.” He mock-shuddered and she laughed.
He called his driver on his cell, and they sped to the address of his high-rise on Central Park West. They talked a little more on the way, and when they arrived, Scott got out and then helped her, waving to the doorman as he passed with an armful of Hannah.
“Home sweet skyscraper.” Now that he’d managed to get Hannah to agree to come with him he was actually pretty nervous. What if she didn’t like his apartment? What if he stripped off and she didn’t like him? Though Scott was by no means a manwhore, he was usually confident in his own abilities. The fact he wasn’t now made this whole thing seem sort of surreal. He looked over at Hannah. “I need to get you out of Sutton’s jersey. It’s creeping me out.”
Hannah laughed again and the sound echoed off the marble in the foyer before she clamped a hand over her mouth. Luckily, the elevator dinged then and he ushered her inside, pressing the button for the thirty-first floor. He didn’t have the penthouse, but it was still damn nice and he hoped Hannah felt at home there. A lot of hockey players had some professional interior decorator come into their places, but Scott had preferred to do his own, adorning the place with various treasures he’d picked up during his extensive travels.
They got to the apartment door and Scott unlocked it, stepping inside before motioning her in. She made a beeline for the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room.
“Oh my God. This view is incredible.” She turned away from the windows for a moment. “How far can you see on a clear day?”
He shrugged. “Pretty far. I never measured it.”
“Smart ass.”
“Better than being a dumbass.” Scott cleared his throat, moving closer. “Would you like some water or something else to drink?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good, then let’s get rid of the creepy jersey. Arms up.”
Scott was more than a little surprised when she lifted them without complaint. He was able to tug the offending garment over her head and toss it aside with ease. Deciding to go for it, he then took a grip on the hem of the T-shirt underneath and did the same thing. Soon she was standing before him clothed only in a purple satin bra and her jeans.
“This is hardly fair. Can I have my T-shirt back, please?” He gave it to her and she put it back on.
“That seems kind of silly. I’ve already seen you without it.”
“It makes me feel better though.”
Almost before she’d finished speaking, he had his suit coat off and had loosened his tie. The damn thing was pulled too tight to release, though, and finally Scott gave up fighting it. “Shit. This is definitely not the suave impression I wanted to leave.”
Hannah giggled. “Here, let me help.”
Together they worked the tie and his dress shirt off. “Can we take this into the bedroom? I have a nice, big, soft bed.”
She bit her lip.
“Scott, I’m not sure.”
“That’s okay. If you want, we can just stay out here. Find a movie to watch, maybe cuddle a little.” He flashed a smile. “Make out a little.”
“Yeah, okay. That sounds good.”
With an inner sigh and an admonishment to his wayward body, Scott quickly selected a movie from his extensive collection and then popped it in the DVD player.
It turned out his decision not to rush Hannah was sound, as she was the one to make the first real move, rolling on top to straddle him and taking off her shirt again before unhooking her bra.
“So pretty.” He glanced into her eyes to make sure there was no fear or reserve and then placed both hands over her breasts, kneading lightly. Hannah began to move on him and Scott prayed for control. Coming in his suit pants would hardly impress the woman.
Leaning up, he took one nipple in his mouth, coaxing it to a stiff peak. Hannah groaned and shifted once more. “Don’t stop.”
“Not planning on it, but if you keep simulating sex there with your hips, we might have an embarrassing problem.”
His head plopped back onto the couch as her mouth dropped open.
“What do you mean, simulating sex?”
To demonstrate, he took her hips is his hands. “You keep doing this.” Scott moved her up and down on his hard cock and she gasped. “See what I mean?”
“Oh my God, I’m sorry. I’m being a tease.”
He smiled. “You’re only a tease if you do it on purpose and then leave me high and dry, neither of which I hope you do.”
She took a deep breath and seemed to come to a decision. Her gaze flicked in the direction of the hall. “You said you have a bedroom?”
Scott almost let out a whoop, but got himself under control and said, “Yeah.” She moved off him and he rose from the couch, shifting his dick within his way-too-tight briefs. “This way.” Hannah followed him to the bedroom, and when they got there, he shucked his pants. “Your turn.”
With a definite air of appreciation, she looked him up and down before removing her own jeans. He got into bed and held out a hand for her.
“You have condoms, right?”
“Yes.” He silently said a prayer of thanks he’d tossed a box into his shopping basket the other day when he’d been feeling horny.
She climbed in and he rolled on top of her, keeping his weight on his forearms and knees. She whispered, “Kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Scott explored her mouth leisurely, then with more intent, and soon she’d palmed his ass cheeks, pushing her pelvis up into him. “Time for the hood.”
With reluctance, he knelt back on his heels and reached into the nightstand drawer. Realizing he’d have to get off her to get his briefs off and the condom on, he pushed to his feet and accomplished both with an eager quickness. When his dick sprang free, he heard a little noise of surprise from Hannah and had to hide a chuckle, wondering what was going on inside her head to have produced that sound.
Back in bed, he removed her panties, dropping them on the floor beside the bed before spreading her legs and wedging himself between them. Scott lined his cock up with her entrance and watched Hannah’s face closely for signs of pain or distress as he slowly slid inside. When he’d seated himself to the hilt, he stopped and took a deep breath. She felt amazing.
Hannah shifted and he prayed for control. “Move, please. I need you. Move.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Scott began to pull out slowly before thrusting back inside and Hannah’s back arched.
“Ahh!”
“Still with me?”
“Yeah.” The word came out breathy, and Scott took that as a sign he should continue. Gradually he sped up until he was pounding into Hannah and she’d thrown both her arms and legs around him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He reared back and felt for her clit. “I want you to come for me.”
“Help me, help me,” she cried, moving in counterpoint to him.
His hand sped up, rubbing over her distended clit. “What do you need?”
“That, yes…that.” He was still giving her shallow thrusts, which was about all he could manage at this angle, but she didn’t seem to mind. After a couple of minutes everything tightened around him – her limbs, her pussy – and she cried out as her release hit her. Finally he let himself go too and collapsed on top of her a short time later, remembering to pull out and roll onto his back so he wasn’t crushing the poor girl.
“Wow.”
“Mmm.” Hannah seemed already half-asleep, and with a small smile, Scott rose to dispose of the condom and wash up a bit. By the time he got back, Hannah was curled into a small ball, already fast asleep.
* * * *
Sleeping like the dead, Hannah still wasn’t surprised when she felt the head of Scott’s cock nudging against her backside as his fingers reached to fondle her breasts and then between her l
egs.
She opened a bit to give him better access, and he ran his fingertips around and around until she wanted to beg him to zero in on her now-throbbing clit. She nearly leapt off the bed when he attacked it a moment later. Crying out, she widened her legs still more and whimpered as he brought her to a quick completion.
Then she heard the tearing of plastic followed by fumbling under the covers as he protected himself. Rolling her over, he entered her with a hard thrust and they rocked and pounded together for the short length of time it took him to come.
Middle of the night sex wasn’t anything she’d ever tried, and with Scott, it was definitely exciting. She’d never felt anything like it. He was incredible.
They both drifted back to sleep after he’d rid himself of the condom and woke up late with the sun shining on Central Park. It was Sunday morning and she usually went to church, but couldn’t drum up the enthusiasm to crawl out of his bed and act productive.
She heard him moan as he awoke, and he quickly wrapped his arm around her waist. “Uhm, you’re nice to wake up with.”
Hannah snuggled back against him and wondered if he’d want to have sex again before she left. She got her answer a few minutes later, and eventually they rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. After drying off with his big, fluffy towels, she admired Scott’s body for the umpteenth time. He looked at her and grinned.
“I hope you don’t expect to get busy again for a while. I’m gonna need some recovery time. But you were great, sweetheart. Sex has never been like that for me.” His tone was one of wonder, and Hannah couldn’t help but think he might be telling the truth. It was hard to fake something like that. “I want to do it over and over again. Where are those little blue pills when you need them?”
Hannah highly doubted Scott had any need for Viagra, but grinned back. “I think you did fine without them.”
He actually turned a little pink. Oh man, that’s freaking adorable. “You’ve done something to me, you little vixen. Are you a witch? A fairy? What?”
She wrapped the towel around her torso and thrust out a saucy hip. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Then she ran to the bedroom and grabbed her clothes off the floor before he could come after her.
“No need to panic,” he told her with a laugh when he walked in. “I couldn’t get it up again right now if I tried. You’re safe.”
She didn’t know whether to pout or to feel relief. “I’m hungry. I didn’t have anything to eat last night except a slice of pizza at the game and that half an order of French fries afterward.”
“I make some mean pancakes, and I think I still have about half a bag of frozen blueberries. Are you game?”
“Oh, I love blueberry pancakes.”
They ate every last bite of the pancakes, and regrettably soon Hannah was standing at the door, trying to say good-bye to him, but he wasn’t letting her go easily.
His arms encircled her waist, holding her tight to him. “When can I see you again?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll have to check my calendar. I have a big ad presentation to create this week and it might take some overtime.”
“Call me then?”
“Uh, sure.”
Scott pulled back to spear her with narrowed eyes. “Hannah? That sounded like a ‘well, that was fun, but let’s not do it again’ tone of voice.”
“No. No, really. It just happened so fast. I need to step back and think.”
He pulled her to him once more, hugging her tight. “I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.”
“Please, Scott. Give me a little time.”
He searched her eyes and she let him. His expression turned resigned and he relented. “All right, but don’t think too much and don’t forget what it was like between us last night and this morning, and I’m not just talking about the sex. We had fun.”
She sighed and gave him a quick kiss. “How could I forget?”
He stuffed a twenty in her pocket for the cab and she tried to protest, but he insisted. “I’d have taken you myself, but we have a short practice in an hour and I have to get going. Take care of yourself. I will call you.” He kissed her back, more lingeringly, and stepped away from the door to allow her to leave.
* * * *
Soon, with a small wave as the elevator door shut, she was ensconced in the cocoon of metal, marble, and mahogany. Hannah leaned against the wall for the quick trip down. She closed her eyes. What am I going to do about Scott?
In the afternoon, Hannah tried to clean and do laundry, but after a while she gave it up as a lost cause. All she could think about was last night. He had said this morning that it had never been like that for him and she’d been tempted to reply the same. Not even close. Ultimately though, she didn’t have the nerve to admit it to him.
Normally, when she actually slept with a guy, which wasn’t often, Hannah let the man take the lead. He’d kiss her a while, then slowly undress her and nudge her toward the bed, almost always underneath him. And she liked that. It was comfortable. But last night she’d practically leapt on his lap and begged him to do more. Yes, she’d freaked at first and demanded her shirt back, and yet seemingly minutes later, Hannah had yanked it off on her own. She didn’t recognize herself when she thought back over the night.
The telephone rang and she startled. It couldn’t be Scott already. Oh, God. What if it is? What’ll I say? She picked it up cautiously anyway and said hello, then rolled her eyes as she realized she had caller ID and hadn’t even thought to check it.
“Hannah?”
“Tammi,” she said, letting out a relieved breath. The feeling was short-lived, though. Immediately, Hannah realized Tammi would want to know all about last night, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to talk about it yet. But she knew it was useless to try to steer her sister away from the topic. She and Tammi could never keep anything a secret between them. With another deep breath, Hannah waited for what she knew was coming.
“So. Tell me all about your evening last night after you left us to fend for ourselves. The juicy parts anyway.”
“Hah. You were fending away there pretty good when we left. I doubt you even noticed us going. Or came up for air.”
“Oh, I noticed. Yowza. I never realized how hot Scott Richards was. What man candy! And he had eyes only for you. The rest of us could have blown away in a breeze and he wouldn’t have been any the wiser as long as you were in front of him. Spill! Did you two get it on?”
Hannah briefly debated how much to say. Screw it, she’s gonna get it out of me anyway. “Oh, yes. And on and on and on.”
A screech came through the phone. “Get out!”
“He got to me. I don’t know what it was, but he turned me on so fast and so hard, I couldn’t see straight.”
“Did he seem as turned on by you?”
“I don’t think there was any doubt about what he felt. He was ready the minute we walked in his door.”
“Oh my God. Wait. Let me grab a glass of ice water. I’m getting a little overheated here.” The phone clunked down on something, and she came back about a minute later. “Can you imagine if we were both married to hockey players? It’d be like some kind of weird karma.”
“Wait, wait, wait. We’re not going there. Certainly not yet. This is all happening way too quickly.”
“But it could happen. You said it was hot last night. Heat like that doesn’t come without emotion.”
“I liked him. I didn’t expect to, but I did. He’s friendly, courteous, humble in a way…”
“You make him sound like a Boy Scout.”
Hannah snorted. “He’s no Boy Scout. But he does seem a little different than what I thought I knew about hockey players. For one thing, he said he hasn’t had many lovers and doesn’t like the puck bunny sort. Of course, he was trying to get me into bed at the time, but I think he was sincere. Plus he was quieter that I thought he’d be, at least when he wasn’t begging me to have sex again.” She chuckled.
“I’m not sure
why you’ve always figured hockey players were all cut out from the same women-chasing, arrogant cloth. Darren isn’t like that.”
“You have told me some stories…”
“Sure, some of them are like that, but so are guys who don’t play hockey. Most of the other players I know are pretty much regular guys.”
“Yeah, that seemed like Scott actually. He surprised me.”
“Well, there you go.”
“But you know me. I’ve never dated a whole lot and rarely had lovers. Meeting Scott last night and hitting it off sexually so fast has blown my mind a little. I need to think.”
“Yeah. I’ve seen you think your way out of other relationships.”
“Not really. And even if I did that, it was because the relationship wasn’t right, the guy wasn’t right.”
The doorbell on her townhouse rang and she glanced at it. “Huh. Someone’s at my front door. I need to go answer it.”
“Okay. I’ll be home all night if you want to talk again.”
“Gotcha. Bye!”
Hannah ran to the front door and pulled it open, hoping it wasn’t Scott. She wasn’t ready to see him again. It was a delivery service and she let out a sigh of relief. The boy handed her a package after she verified who she was and then called out, “Have a nice day,” as he pivoted to jog back to his car.
She carried it to the table and fetched her kitchen shears. It seemed soft, but a little heavy too. Carefully, she cut off the wrapper so she wouldn’t damage what was beneath. Spreading the paper and tape, she pulled out something blue. She held it up in the air and shook it out. It was a jersey for his team. With a laugh, she turned it around and saw the Richards on the back and number twenty-eight. Turning it back to the front, she saw his signature scrawled in marker across the logo. “With love, Scott.”
She laughed again and yanked it on. Perfect. It fit like a gl—er, hockey jersey. A wee bit loose, but pretty much the right size since she usually wore a sweatshirt underneath so she wouldn’t freeze in the arena. Feeling silly but not able to resist, Hannah went into her bedroom to check out the jersey in the full-length mirror, turning around to look at the back as well. While she knew she shouldn’t let it cloud her judgment, Hannah couldn’t help but be charmed. Man, am I in trouble.
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