BRING IT HOME (Nashville Assassins: Next Generation Book 3)

by Toni Aleo

  The vows I spoke earlier fill my head as I watch Posey’s dress slowly fall down her hips, but just as it drops, my mouth follows close behind. She is so beautiful. So perfect. I kiss her swollen breasts, running my tongue along each of her nipples as she rakes her fingers through my hair. I suck and kiss her ribs, licking around her belly button before kissing the spot right above it. I linger for a second, wishing like hell I could wrap her and our baby in bubble wrap to make sure they are both safe. Her eyes meet mine, and I whisper, “I love you, Posey.”

  She glides her fingers along my ears, my jaw, before cupping my chin. “I love you more.”

  The way she says it, so rough and needy, I feel like I could lose my marbles at any moment. I hold her hips in my hands as I kiss down her pelvis to her slick center. I stroke my tongue along her shiny lips before French kissing her in the most perfect place to kiss.

  Her moans fill the room as her legs buckle, and she falls back into the wall. I hold her in place as I slide my tongue up and down her succulent pussy lips, tasting and savoring every single inch of her. When I flick the tip of my tongue along her clit, my name leaves her lips in such a way that I almost come.

  Her body is taut as she starts to rock against my mouth, looking for her release. It’s fucking hot. Especially how her body is flushed and starting to perspire. I loved her in her wedding dress; she looked like a damn queen. She was gorgeous, stunning, and I swear, there wasn’t a dry eye in the field. I was crying, Shea was crying—hell, I’m pretty sure the minister was crying. How could he not? She’s a dream come true. My queen. But having her naked, under my mouth, completely mine, is where I would spend the rest of my days if I had the choice.

  When she lifts her leg onto my shoulder, opening herself up to me more, I groan against her pussy. I slide my thumb up into her, fucking her slowly as I ruthlessly take her clit into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on the bundle of nerves that, at any second, will cause her to go over the edge. Her moans are loud, strangled, as she slams her palm into the wall. It only makes me suck her harder. When she comes undone, the sound that leaves her comes from deep within, almost like a growl.

  It’s by far the hottest noise she’s ever made.

  I kiss her vibrating body, and she quickly pushes me away. I fall onto my haunches, laughing. “Can’t handle it?”

  “Shut it,” she says with such heat in those blue depths. She takes my shirt and rips it open, buttons flying as I cry out in surprise. Before I can even react, she’s pushing me back more until I’m lying flat on the floor. Her eyes never leave mine as she kicks off her dress and then steps out of her white thong.

  I swear, she’s like a dream, and within seconds, I’m brought back to the moment I was holding her on the dance floor for our first dance.

  I’d never really enjoyed Aiden’s voice until now. I remember when he sang to Shelli to get her back after a boneheaded comment, and it was cool and all. But right now, with the low timbre of his voice as he sings “Tennessee Whiskey,” I actually love it. Or maybe it’s the way Posey is staring into my eyes. One of my arms is around her waist, while my other hand holds her jaw, our foreheads pressed together. Her hands are tucked up under my chin as we slowly sway to the music Shelli and Aiden have prepared. They must have been in a mash-up mood, because when Shelli joins in, she’s singing “At Last,” and boy, is it amazing.

  I slide my nose along Posey’s as Shelli sings, and everyone watches us. I don’t see them; I see only her as the words her sister sings mean more than she’ll ever know. I don’t know who brought a keyboard out here, but hell if Aiden isn’t playing the shit out of it as Shelli sings with all of her heart. “You are a dream, Posey Rose.”

  She beams, her eyes sparkling as we sway together. “Nothing could make this any more perfect.”

  “Agreed,” I whisper against her lips as I bring her in closer. “Well, maybe what we’ll do once we get home.”

  Her smile widens more. “That’s going to be loads of fun.”

  “So much fun,” I agree, moving my nose with hers, my eyes falling shut.

  “But first…”

  “First?”

  “Yes. I need tacos, my virgin margaritas, a s’more from the fire pit—”

  “Wait? There are s’mores?”

  She snorts. “Yes. And Mom got you the thick marshmallows.”

  I give her a smirk. “You know I love anything thick.”

  She laughs loudly. “Well, you have your hands full.”

  “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  Her eyes search mine, and I know she wants to say something. Something about my mom, more than likely. Instead, she says, “But after all that and I dance with the guys—”

  I bring in my brows. “Wait, what? You had me until the end, when you are dancing with everyone on my team.”

  She kisses my nose. “Don’t you worry, Boon Zachariah Hoenes, I’m coming home with you—every night and forever.”

  “You’re damn right, you are,” I say roughly against her lips, but all she does is laugh. In such a free and silly way.

  A way that makes me fall for her once more.

  I have a feeling that’s going to happen more than I could ever realize. That constant re-falling in love with her. Only she can do that to me. Drive me absolutely insane.

  Her center is glistening from my mouth when she crouches down to unbutton my pants, and I kick off my shoes. Together, we push down my pants, and as soon as my cock springs up, she’s lowering herself onto me. I arch my spine, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my cock disappears inside her hot, wanton pussy. I squeeze her hips as her name falls from my lips, and she moves herself up and down my throbbing cock. I open my eyes to watch how her breasts bounce with each rock of her hips. Her thighs squeeze my waist as she drags her hands up my chest, digging her fingers into my shoulders. Her pussy squeezes me like a vise grip, and I swear she’s about to send me over the edge in seconds.

  I reach up, taking her by the back of her neck so I can bring her sweet lips to mine. Her mouth captures mine, and she kisses me with her whole body. Her heart is pounding against mine, and as I wrap my arms around her, holding her in place, I know her body belongs against mine. I need it to hold. I need it to breathe. She rises up on her knees and starts to slide her ass up and down, still fucking me as our mouths move together.

  I want to be deep inside her to finish, so I roll us over to get myself on top. She grins against my mouth as I press her legs back, and I sit up slowly so I can start to pound into her. When her eyes flutter open, all half lidded and stunning, my breath catches once more. Just as it did when she spoke her vows.

  “Boon Zachariah Hoenes,” she says, her voice breaking a bit as her fingers lace with mine and her eyes burn into me. “I never saw you coming,” she laughs, her lips curving as her eyes well with tears. “For so long, I lived in my sister’s shadow. I thought I belonged there, but then I met you. You made me realize that, like my sister, I can shine too. You tell me daily I am beautiful, and I know that won’t ever stop. You encourage me to be strong, stubborn, and follow my dreams. You respect me—oh, Boon, you love me. You love me more than I love myself more often than not.” When her voice breaks and the tears start to fall, I step into her, cupping her face and wiping her tears away with my thumbs.

  “You were my light when I thought I would be surrounded by dark for the rest of my life. You wouldn’t let that happen. You guaranteed me that we’d be fine, that we’d get our miracle, and we have,” she whispers, pressing her hands to her stomach. “I love you. I love you so much, sometimes I can’t believe it is true. But here we are, in front of the people who love us, care for us, and support us, and they believe it. Forever and a day, I will always love you.”

  I didn’t even wait for the minister to tell me to kiss her; I did it out of turn. Fuck tradition. I need her lips at this moment, and I don’t regret anything.

  I run my hand up her thighs, pressing them back as I start to thrust into he
r, our eyes unwavering. It doesn’t take long for me to be overtaken by passion, and when I come, I do it with my whole body and soul. She has me under a spell I refuse to recover from. I love it. I rock into her as she slides her hands up and down my arms, her eyes shut as she sucks in deep breaths over and over again. I fall to the side, holding her in the crook of my arm as our lips meet. Her hair has fallen out of her bun, and I push it out of the way as I kiss her face, her nose, her cheeks, her lips, and her chin. When I press my nose to hers, she searches my eyes with hers, and I sigh softly.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she whispers, stroking her fingers through my beard. “I need you to know something.”

  Gone is the sex kitten, replaced by seriousness. It almost scares me. “Okay…?”

  “I know your mom wasn’t there today, and I want you to know that I hurt for you. I am mad she wasn’t there, but Boon, you will never ever be alone. No matter what, you have me in your corner. No matter what you are up against. No matter how alone you feel. I will be there.” Her eyes are misty as she presses her hand to my chest. “Right here. You understand me?”

  I cup her face. “I had the only person I cared to have at my wedding, and that was you.”

  Her lips tilt. “No regrets?”

  “None in sight. You’re it, Posey. I only need you.”

  “Same,” she whispers, and we share a smile. I thought there were so many moments from today that could never be topped, but this is Posey. She keeps surprising me at every turn. When she presses her nose into mine, I move my hand to the back of her head, pulling her in so her lips meet mine. Our kiss is urgent, full of passion, and I don’t know how in this life of mine I deserve this woman, but she is mine.

  And always will be.

  Chapter Ten

  Posey

  As wonderful, perfect, and the best day of my life as our wedding day was, it’s now a thing of the past.

  I pinch the bridge of my nose as I lie in bed with Boon beside me, sleeping soundly, while I’m watching our gameplay. Boon is very much a dump-and-go kind of guy. He doesn’t dwell on games, and I applaud that. I haven’t learned how to do that. Instead, I obsess and dissect until I figure out a way to win. The IceCats have won three straight. They are murdering us. We have only scored one goal, and yes, they’ve only beat us by one each game, but it’s still killing me. We could win all these games, but Nico Merryweather is on. Their team is crisp, disciplined, and I guess they want it more. I don’t know. One thing I do know, though, is we are now in panic mode. And if we don’t win tonight, put a fork in us—we’re done.

  I make notes on the screen with my pen to show Jakob in a couple hours. I should be taking a shower, getting ready, since I have to meet the coaches downstairs and head to the arena. I hate hotels, but being able to share with Boon now has been great. It’s calmed some of my anxieties, but not much since we are down three games and on the brink of elimination. I bite the end of my pen as I rewatch the play, trying to come up with some way to make a change, but I don’t understand how they are outplaying us. I may be biased, but I feel we’re better.

  When I let out a sound of distress, Boon lifts his head and looks at me. “You good?”

  “Fine,” I say, waving him off. “Sorry. Go back to sleep.”

  He reaches for his phone and groans. “Did you even sleep, Posey?”

  No. “Yeah. I just woke up early.”

  He drops his phone back on the nightstand before setting me with a look. “Funny since when I fell asleep, you were on the tablet. And now that I’m awake, you’re back on it.”

  I shrug. “There were a lot of hours in there for me to sleep. I don’t know what you’re implying.”

  He gawks at me with one eye since he’s rubbing his other. “That you’ve been on your tablet all night, obsessing over something that can’t be changed until today.”

  “I have to prepare. We have meetings and then morning skate.”

  He drops his hand, now glaring at me. “And you need sleep. You sure as shit don’t need all this stress, so maybe quit.”

  I glare back. “Boon, this is my job.”

  “Mine too. And I get it. I do. But the difference is you’re carrying our baby. Take care of yourself.”

  I narrow my eyes. “So, because I’m a woman, I can’t work like a man would?”

  His whole face scrunches up. “I’m not saying that at all.”

  “Sure does seem that way,” I snap as I save the notes I’ve made.

  “I don’t care how you work as long as you take care of yourself and our baby.”

  I shake my head. “I am taking care of myself.”

  “No, you’re not. You aren’t sleeping, and you’re blaming yourself for the loss. It’s not you. It’s a team loss. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out.”

  “Well, saying ‘It’s okay’ and ‘We’ll figure it out’ isn’t going to fix this. We have to find a plan to come back at them. Maybe if you worked the way I am, you could score.”

  I kick off the blankets as he sits up. “Wow, please tell me how my scoring is lacking in your department!”

  I get up, tossing my tablet on the end of the bed. “I’ve told you time and again, get in the fucking zone and stay sharp. You’re just throwing your body all over the place and not even scoring. You’ve had seven shots on goal, Boon! That’s nothing. You need to get your shit together, maybe worry a little more.”

  I pull off my nightshirt, throwing it in my suitcase, as he yells, “I am doing my fucking best!”

  He gets out of the bed, and I scoff as I grab a towel from the bathroom to wrap around myself. “Well, you need to find a better best because it’s not enough, just like mine is not enough.”

  “Posey, what the fuck? We are only losing by one—”

  “But we are still fucking losing!” I scream at him, glaring. “Don’t you see how important this is? Not only do I want to bring the Cup home for our team, our city, and our family, but it’s my coaching that will be scrutinized and talked about. I am the first female coach in the fucking NHL, and we are losing in the Cup final by three games. I look like a fucking loser.”

  “Are you insane?” he yells back. “You took a team that was outside of a play-off berth, and you were a key factor in us getting where we are. You should be proud of yourself. I am! So, fucking relax.”

  “No, I can’t just relax and hope for the best. I will make the best. I will win. I will succeed! I’ve already lost enough this year, Boon!”

  “And you’ve gained even more!” he yells back, his eyes burning into mine. “I want to win. I do, but I will not allow you to neglect your health after everything.”

  “Allow me, huh?”

  “For the love of God, can you stop twisting my fucking words? You’re deflecting to keep me from being right, but guess what? I am right.”

  “The hell you are,” I yell at him. “I am fine. Don’t you worry about me.”

  I go to walk past him, and he takes me by the arm. I try to pull my arm from his big hand, but he doesn’t let me go, his eyes burning into mine. He moves his face close to mine, his eyes full of heat. “I won’t ever stop worrying about you. Relax. Seriously.”

  I swing my arm away from his. “Don’t grab me like that. I’ve told you that before.”

  “You aren’t fucking listening to me.”

  “Because I don’t have to!”

  I turn on my heel as he groans loudly. “Yeah, it’s great sharing a room with you.”

  “Yeah, fantastic. Don’t worry, I’ll get my own fucking room. And do us all a favor… Get your head out of your ass and actually play right.”

  “Jesus Christ, we are fine. We got this.”

  “You can say that all you want, but it doesn’t change unless we do!” I yell back at him, and he gawks at me.

  “Is this like…pregnancy hormones? Is that why you’re fucking crazy?”

  Something snaps. I reach for his bag and throw it at him. He catches it with no issue, t
hough his eyes are as wide as saucers. “Get out!”

  “What?”

  “Get out of my fucking room!”

  “Posey!”

  “I said get out!”

  He mumbles something, and I yell, “Got something to say?”

  He reaches for the door as he yells, “Jesus Christ!”

  Once the door shuts behind him, I lean into it as a sob shakes my core, leaving my body like an exorcism. He makes me crazy, but I hate that we fought over something so stupid. I push off the door, turning around to grab the handle. I yank it open, and there he is, leaning against the wall in his boxers. He drops his bag and holds his arms open for me as I come to him. I wrap my arms around his torso, crying into his chest. He slides his hands up my back, tangling the fingers of one of his hands in my hair as he kisses the top of my head, holding my neck with his other hand.

  “Shh, lovely, it’s fine.”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right. I am deflecting my shit at you, and it’s wrong of me. I’m just so scared to lose. I don’t want to be a failure, and I know we can do it. I know it.”

  He tips my head back by gently pulling my hair so he can look into my eyes. “Nothing—and I mean nothing—can make you a failure. You are the strongest, smartest, most gorgeous woman, and I believe in you. It’s all going to work out.”

  My lip wobbles. “I think you’re right about the pregnancy hormones.”

  He grins as he runs his fingers along my jaw. “Yeah, you’re a tornado, baby.”

  I let out a sob. “I know, and I feel crazy. I just feel like there is a wrecking ball in my head, banging and causing havoc, and I’ve got to figure out a way to beat it. Stop it. I just want to succeed.”

  He chuckles as he drops his nose to mine. “We will. You know what?”