“What’re you doing to me?” Her voice was husky from sleep and, with any luck, arousal, and Scott felt himself hardening in response.
“If you don’t know, then I’m doing it very, very wrong.” He punctuated his words with a few gentle thrusts in and out. Seizing the opportunity, Scott moved down her body quickly and pushed between her thighs. Withdrawing his hand, he licked his fingers and then moved the offending panties to the side, leaning in to lick at her juices.
Hannah gasped. “Scott…”
“Shh. Let me make you feel good.” He leaned back and grabbed the sides of her panties. “These need to go.” After making quick work of them, Scott moved in again. “Much better.”
“Oh, yeah.”
When he looked up, Hannah’s eyes were screwed shut. She bit her lip.
“Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” To prove his point, he opened her with his thumbs and flicked over her already distended clit. “Show me you want it.” Scott resumed his ministrations and soon Hannah was writhing underneath him. His brain warred between wanting to complete her now and getting them both off. He ignored that and his still-pounding head and continued trying to make Hannah lose her mind. When her thighs closed around his head, though, his decision was made. Time to take his woman to the moon.
My woman?
He put the thought out of his mind, concentrating on taking Hannah over the edge. Shifting his shoulders, he was able to slide two fingers inside her once more, this time curling them up. The squeal he heard in response made him chuckle, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly pushing and tapping on the bundle of nerves contained inside.
“Scott…I…can’t…”
“Yes, you can. Come for me.”
“Feels,” a strange sound tumbled out of her mouth, “weird.”
“I’m not stopping.”
He knew what she was probably feeling. One of the best things he’d ever done was watch a tutorial on giving a woman a G-spot orgasm and then practicing on a “friend with benefits” he’d been seeing at the time. Scott wanted Hannah boneless, breathless. Speeding up, he kept rubbing over the spot.
“Scott! What–”
“Is that feeling? A G-spot orgasm, I hope.”
“A what?” She arched and pushed up with her feet, nearly breaking his wrist, but his athletic reflexes kicked in and he moved with her.
“Come for me.”
Several moments later, during which he worked her without pause even as his fingers cramped, a gurgling noise bubbled up and then she screamed, finally coming, her feminine ejaculate soaking his sheets. Without warning, Scott came, his eyes slamming shut as he emptied inside his boxers. Shit, when was the last time that had happened? Years ago, at the very least.
He collapsed to the side of Hannah, who was breathing as if she’d just run a marathon. His own lungs were demanding oxygen, but he concentrated on her stuttered words.
“What…that…what…”
Scott rolled to the side and inhaled her scent. “A G-spot orgasm. Did it feel different?”
Her eyes finally opened and she looked down at him. “I thought I was gonna pee, but wow, that felt so freaking good.”
Barking out a laugh, he said, “So you’ve never had one of those?” Involuntarily, his chest puffed up.
“Never.” Hannah shook her head slowly. “Never came that hard. You’ve got a slave for life.”
“I’ll remember that.”
She moved and then made a face. Waving a hand down, she asked, “Did I do that?” Her pale face showed red in her cheeks, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the exertion of her orgasm or embarrassment.
“Yeah, that happens. No biggie. I can change the sheets.”
“You? Or your helper?”
“Uh.” He felt his own face flooding with heat. “I’ll take care of this. Don’t want to scare Sharelle.” Hannah looked at him strangely. “The helper lady.”
“Oh. Okay. Need a nap.”
“If you give me a minute, you can have one.” Rising, Scott pulled off his wet boxers, wiping his front down before throwing them in the hamper.
“Have stuff to do. Shouldn’t sleep.” She sat up in bed. “Don’t you have practice?”
“Maintenance day, they call it.” He laughed and then turned away to grab another pair of boxers.
“Getting your oil changed?”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
Hannah groaned. “I really need to get up.”
“You really need to let me change the sheets and then spend the day in bed with me so I can do that a whole bunch more times.”
“Shit, that sounds awesome.”
“Glad to know I’m good for something,” he said in what he hoped was a light tone as he moved toward the small linen closet in the bathroom for fresh sheets.
Hannah laid her chin on her pulled-up knees. “Scott?”
“Hmm?” he answered from behind the closet door.
“Look at me.”
His eyebrows drawn down, Scott tossed the sheets on the top of his dresser and approached the bed. “Yeah?”
“You look like someone drowned your puppy. Why are you like that? You’re one of the biggest catches in the whole freaking city.”
“I doubt that.”
Her face softened. “You’re good for a lot of things, Scott Richards. And I’m not just talking about in the bedroom.”
His face flamed again. “Thanks.”
“I’ll help with those.” Hannah jerked her head toward the sheets still lying on the dresser.
Together they pulled off the sheets. It was the most domestic thing he’d ever done with a woman, and yet found himself unable to contain the silly grin plastered all over his face. When they finished, he asked, “Still wanna take a nap? I’m in.” Waggling his eyebrows, he sat and leaned back on the headboard.
“We need to get you fed. You need nutrition after being injured.” Hannah glanced toward the closed bedroom door. “I can get dressed and go grab us something.”
“I do have breakfast food. It’s the only meal I eat here consistently.”
She didn’t meet his gaze. “Oh. Well, then, I’ll go scrounge around for something.”
“Hannah?”
Finally turning, she said, “We should eat.”
“What’s going on? You got all squirrelly.”
* * * *
Hannah stopped and fiddled with the pillowcase. She was a bundle of nerves suddenly and wasn’t exactly sure why. Scott was waiting for an explanation and she didn’t have one, except that she was worried about him. She still hadn’t gotten over the sight of him, lying still on the ice. He, who was always so full of life and rarely stopped moving. But that wasn’t the whole story. Hannah was afraid to even consider the rest.
She looked at him and tried to say something. He was staring at her with a puzzled look on his face, and it seemed as if he were losing patience. “I’m worried about you.”
“It was just a little knock on the head. No biggie.”
“It is a big deal, Scott. That hit knocked you out for almost a minute. I’m guessing they diagnosed you with a concussion. How could they not?”
“Okay, fine. I admit it. This isn’t a maintenance day. They told me to stay home from practice and rest. I have to see a doctor tomorrow to have the concussion analyzed and can’t go back to playing until I’m free of symptoms.”
“I knew it.” Unbidden, tears began to streak down her cheeks. “You’re hurt and you should never have had sex last night or this morning, getting all that blood pumping to your poor brain and all.”
He laughed. “It wasn’t pumping through my brain, though many women think that’s where a man’s brain is.”
“Don’t make a joke of it, Scott. This is all new to me and it’s freaking me out. How many other concussions have you had in your career?”
He tried to wrap his arms around her, but she stepped back so she could see him better. With a sigh he dropped his arms and said, “O
nly one other minor one, when I was in the minors. I’m not a big hitter and don’t get into fights, so I don’t get injured as much as some guys.”
“Thank God. Now tell me how you really feel this morning.”
He sat on the bed, his expression resigned, and she hovered over him, afraid to touch him and knowing how ridiculous that was. “Okay, doc. I have a wicked headache and was going to try to slip in a few ibuprofens when you were in the kitchen so you wouldn’t know. I already took two, but the headache hasn’t gone away.”
“Maybe you need another one of those stronger pain pills you mentioned the trainer gave you last night.”
“Probably, but I don’t want to be out of it all day with you here.”
“Maybe I should go home and let you sleep. You need to relax.” She started to inch away.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit next to him on the bed. “No. Please don’t. A few more ibuprofen will take the edge off. Then we can spend a quiet day together. Unless you’d rather not babysit a hard-headed hockey player.” Scott tried to smile, but it didn’t work all the way into his eyes.
She let that go for the moment. “Do you have any other symptoms? I can go on the internet and see what symptoms you need to look out for.”
“No need. I’ve been around enough other guys with concussions to know pretty much what to expect. And to answer your question, I feel a little nauseated and the room is spinning some, but only when I move my head too fast. I stupidly took the pills on an empty stomach earlier. And I probably shouldn’t admit this to you, but I don’t really remember what happened last night. It looked bad, huh?”
“Looked bad? I held my breath until I saw you move. I was afraid you were…”
Putting his arm around her, he pulled her into his body. “Oh, baby. You were probably scared shitless. I’m so sorry.”
Hannah’s heart leapt at how concerned he was about her reaction. He was the one with the injury, after all, not her. This was one of the reasons she’d never wanted to get involved with a hockey player. Though she knew they didn’t get injured at every game, she’d felt sick when she’d watched him lying there, crumpled on the ice. But his reaction now actually made things so much easier. Hannah hadn’t expected Scott would be so worried about how she felt about his being hurt.
“You definitely need to eat. I’ll go fix us breakfast and you go take some painkillers. We’ll talk about the rest of the day after we’ve had some sustenance.”
She left him to take his pills and rummaged through his fridge and cupboards for breakfast makings. When he came into the kitchen, she had cheese omelets with bacon and toast ready to put on the table.
It didn’t take him long to plow through his omelet, and she finished up later while he drank coffee and stared at her. Hannah tried not to react, but he had a very intense look about him when he wanted to.
Finally, she broke. “What?”
“You eat very delicately, did you know that?”
“I eat like I have manners, while you eat like someone is going to swipe the food from your plate at any moment.”
“Comes from eating meals on the road with the guys. If you don’t stuff it in fast, you find pieces of steak disappearing. So yes, I eat like someone’s going to swipe the food, because that’s exactly what happens.”
Hannah tried not to look at him like he had three heads, but it wasn’t easy. Hockey players were just a little bit “off.” She was more and more convinced of it every day. “I’ve figured out what we should do today.”
Scott sat back. “Have you now?”
“How is your head and dizziness?”
“Eh. The pills helped some, like I’d hoped, but it still hurts pretty bad.”
“How can you just sit there acting like nothing is wrong when you have a huge headache? I’d be in bed with a warm cloth over my eyes.”
“You get used to dealing with pain.” He folded his arms over his chest. “All hockey players have to.”
“That’s true. Darren’s mentioned it. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. Okay, you have two choices.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really. You can go back to bed and sleep for the afternoon, and that’s my recommendation. Or, you can lie on the couch while I take the chair and we’ll be quiet, as long as it doesn’t aggravate your headache or dizziness, which you will keep me apprised of.”
“I’m not going back to bed. So, I’ll take door number two, as long as you sit on the couch with me.”
“You’re going to be lying down, not sitting.”
“I could put my head in your lap.” He smiled and she could tell he was trying to calm her down. It was a good effort, but head injuries were nothing to take lightly.
“Scott–”
“All right, all right. Are you sure I’m not keeping you from anything?”
“Not really. I was going to work on my boat, but that’s not going anywhere.”
“You seriously don’t mind?”
“No. I’ll probably work on it in the evenings this week. You’re going to be away for eight days on a road trip, so I should have plenty of time.”
“Looked at the schedule, did you?”
“While I was making breakfast. It’s on your fridge and I had downtime.”
“I’ll only be away if they let me play.” His expression turned crestfallen and she felt badly for him. Hockey was his life. Yes, he’d said he wanted to do other things — at some point — but right now he was a hockey player who couldn’t play hockey. That had to be hard.
“If they don’t clear you to play soon, maybe they will in a few days and you can join the club midway.”
“Maybe.”
She rose and started to clear the table. “Think positive.”
Scott snorted, then waved a hand toward the dishes on the table. “Don’t bother with that.”
“I should at least put them in the sink.”
He stood with his hands in his jeans pockets for a minute, watching her work and then wandered into the living room. When she got there, he’d fetched a comfortable pillow from his bed and was stretched out on the couch. He looked a little pale, and Hannah figured he was probably secretly relieved to just be able to lie still and veg out.
They had sat for about a half-hour, Hannah playing games on her phone while Scott dutifully closed his eyes, when Hannah’s phone started ringing.
It was Tammi. “I’m gonna take this into the bedroom where I can hear her better.”
He nodded absently and she wondered how bad his head really was.
Hannah lowered herself to the bed, feeling a little strange since Scott wasn’t there. “What’s up?”
“What’s up with you is the question of the day. Darren told me about Scott getting hurt and I knew you went to the game, but hadn’t heard anything from you. Darren said not to disturb you in case you were with him, but I was getting worried. How is he?”
“He was lucky. He has a mild concussion. I have him lying on the couch watching a movie.”
“So you stayed the night with him? Darren said he thought you would. Of course you did. You were probably worried sick.”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to leave him here alone with his injury in case something bad happened unexpectedly and he had no one here to take him to the ER.” She didn’t mention that she’d already spent the night when they’d first met. Her sister was on a need-to-know basis with this situation.
“Sounds like you care an awful lot.”
“Of course I care. I like him.”
“You don’t have to sound so defensive. This is me, you know.”
“I know. Sorry. I’m a little sensitive at the moment. You got a couple minutes to talk?”
“Sure. That’s why I called. Thought you might need a sympathetic ear. After all, I’ve been there, done that. Got the T-shirt.”
Ignoring her sister’s lame attempt at a joke, Hannah took a deep breath and began. “I don’t know what to do. I like Sc
ott. In fact, I like him a lot, but then there’s the hockey thing. I know you and Darren have had to move around a lot, and it’s pretty cool you guys are finally close enough for me to be able to see you, but for years you weren’t. I also know you’ve dealt with things like injuries, trade rumors, God only knows what else. I’m totally freaked out about this concussion. How do you handle all this hockey stuff?”
“I don’t know. I just do. There’s a great support system on the teams with the wives and families when you have to leave or are moving in. Plus the teams themselves step in with help finding a new place and handling logistics and stuff. They make it as easy as they can.”
“That part sounds good, anyway. But I have a career where I’m doing very well. It’s not like I’m a teacher or a nurse or something so I can get a job if he was traded. Jobs like mine don’t grow on trees, you know.”
“Whoa. You’re talking moving around with him and taking care of his life already. Just how far has this thing gone between you guys? You didn’t meet him that long ago.”
“I know. And it’s not like we’re talking marriage or anything. It seems totally ridiculous to even have any of this on my radar screen, but I just want to be sure I could handle all that being a part of his life would entail before we go any further. If I really don’t think I can, I need to get out now, before I get in any deeper. I could really be hurt here. Him too, really. I don’t want to hurt him by backpedaling later on.”
“I dunno. It sounds like you fell hard and fast for this guy already. Are you in love with him?”
“No. Not yet, anyway, but I don’t think it would be hard. He’s a sweetheart, you know.”
Tami laughed. “Don’t let his buddies on the team hear you say stuff like that.”
With a smile and a lighter conscience, Hannah lay down on the comforter. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to ruin his macho reputation. Heaven forbid.”
Tammi spoke once more, her voice sounding more serious. “I’ve been thinking while we’ve been talking. I think it comes down to the fact that, if you love a guy, you’ll do everything you have to in order to be with him. You put up with a lot because not putting up with it means you can’t be with him, and if he’s your life, you can’t not be with him.”
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