“You’re quiet,” Beck observed, pulling me from my musings as I vacantly stared out the window.
“Hm? Oh, just a lot on my mind right now.” We pulled up in front of his place first. He got out and waved to us as his motion lights all came on. His place wasn’t quite as big as mine, but equally as nice.
My place was next.
As I got out, McGregor held a fist up over his shoulder. I bumped mine to his, Baranov’s, and then Novacek’s. “Thanks for the ride, man,” I said to Novacek.
“Of course,” he replied with only the slightest tip of his lips. “You can drive next time.”
We all laughed because everyone knew they all wouldn’t fit in my car.
“Yeah, I’ll strap your ass to the roof.” A bark of laughter escaped him, and I shook my head and climbed out of the back seat. “See you guys at practice.”
The bright glow of his headlights cast a shadow as I walked to my front door. After entering my code, I waved, went inside, and reset the alarm. I saw them back out and drive off as I shrugged out of my suit jacket.
Victor came bounding down the stairs. Cooper had to leave on a run today, so he’d dropped him off at the house earlier. His plaintive cries told me he was very upset at me for leaving him. I reached down to stroke his silky fur.
“Aww, I’m sorry, big guy. I had to go to work.” If a cat could pout, I’d swear he was. He followed my every move as I went to my room, kicked off my shoes, stripped out of my travel-worn suit and shirt, then dumped it all in the dry cleaning bin. The shoes went in their appropriate cubby in the closet.
Picking up my phone, I looked at the time. Though we’d gotten home earlier than I expected, it was still after ten. She’d probably be sleeping, but I had this inexplicable need to let her know I was home.
Me: Just thought I’d let you know we made it back. I’m at home and getting ready for bed. See you tomorrow.
Before I could set my phone on the charger, the screen lit up. That stupid grin hit my face again.
Sexy Sydney: Good to hear.
Me: What are you still doing up? Don’t you work tomorrow?
Sexy Sydney: Can’t sleep.
Me: You should come over. I’ll draw you a hot bath.
Like a complete dork, I inserted a winky face emoji at the end.
Sexy Sydney: If you promised a back rub I’d be tempted to be all over that.
At her response, my heart stuttered and my dick reared its head.
Me: Done.
Striking while the iron was hot, I shot off my address. Though I didn’t really expect her to show up.
Sexy Sydney: lol
Me: I’ll wait up for you.
Padding to the bathroom, I scratched my stomach and yawned. I might’ve been tired, but not that tired. Not if it meant Sydney was coming over. I grabbed the plushest towels I had, set them artfully on the corner of the oversized tub.
Cursing that I didn’t have any candles, an idea hit me. Without concern that I was running through my house in my underwear with all my windows open, I stopped in my den. I grabbed the fancy candelabra thing the decorator had put on the sofa table. Then I dug through my kitchen junk drawer for a lighter and rushed back to my bedroom.
Once I had everything set up to my satisfaction, I stepped back to eye it all. Not bad, considering the last-minute planning. Of course, if she didn’t end up coming over, I’d have done it for nothing. Shrugging, I went back to the room and fell back onto my bed. Victor had wandered off, still pissy with me.
Checking my phone, I tried not to let my disappointment swallow me when she hadn’t replied. Oh, well. I tried to tell myself it was no big deal, but I was disappointed.
I clicked on the big-screen TV and propped a few pillows up behind me.
While I was watching the recap of the game on one of the sports networks, my doorbell rang.
A quick glance showed that Sydney still hadn’t responded to my last text. Figuring Coop had made it back to town, I paused the TV and got up. Without grabbing any pants, I shuffled to the door.
It probably would’ve been a good idea to check to see who it was, but I was tired and didn’t think about it. The rippled glass distorted whoever it was, and I froze when I swung the door open.
She visibly swallowed, and I read nervousness in her eyes. “Hey,” she said, still standing on the front porch. Then she glanced over her shoulder and bit her lip. Like a dumbass, I looked to see what she was looking at. A car was parked in my driveway.
Heart thumping wildly, I could only stare at her. Midnight hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, and she was casually dressed in jeans, Converse, and a hoodie. Very little makeup obscured her natural beauty.
“You’re in your underwear,” she said after her gaze flicked to my dick.
I looked down, but words eluded me.
“Um, can I come in?” It was like her words snapped me out of my stunned silence. Without giving it much thought, I grabbed the front of her hoodie, pulled her inside, and slammed the door. Before her wide, startled eyes could blink, I had her against the glass, hands framing her face and lips on hers.
A gasp of surprise parted her mouth, and I stole the advantage, my tongue tangling with hers. She tasted so fucking delicious, I didn’t want to stop, but I realized I was probably pushing my luck. Reluctantly, I pulled away, but it took several soft, longing kisses to completely stop.
Her eyes were dilated, and she was struggling to breathe normally. How did I know? Because I was mirroring her, move for move. I couldn’t suck enough oxygen in, and my pulse was hammering away. It was almost too much. Everything about her was so electric, sending life-threatening voltage through me, leaving me stunned.
“Wow,” she finally choked out.
“Yeah” was all I could get out.
“You said something about a hot bath and a back rub?” Her beautiful eyes blinked at me in expectation.
A wry smile snuck out, and I clasped her hand. “Come on, I got you.”
We made our way to my room, and she giggled at my TV. “You don’t get enough of the game?”
Shaking my head, I pulled her up against me and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s you I can’t get enough of,” I whispered.
The heat of her palms on my bare chest was scalding. Looking down at her upturned face, I drew in a fortifying breath. “Please tell me you’re not just here for the bath.”
I needed to be sure.
She shook her head, and her long ponytail swished back and forth.
“Thank fuck,” I whispered as I wound her hair around my hand and used it to bring her closer. A kiss that I meant to keep sweet exploded like they all seemed to do with her. Again, I forced myself to break away.
“I’m scared, though.” Her breathless reply and the glitter in her eyes spoke of her vulnerability.
“Baby, I won’t hurt you,” I assured her, but she dropped her face to rest in the crook of my shoulder.
“But if people found out, I could lose my job. I know it’s not a certainty, but I’m afraid to push it.” As she spoke, her breath fanned across my neck and chest. It sent shivers of desire skating through me.
“We’ll be careful. Let’s get that bath ready.” Stepping back, I took her hand again, only dropping it once we were beside my massive tub and I started the water. I’d gotten a housewarming basket when I moved in from one of the neighbors with some bath shit in it. As the water filled, I tossed one of those frou-frou bath bombs in and lit the candles in the holder. Then I dimmed the bathroom lights, casting the room in a warm glow.
Turning back to her, I tossed the lighter to the counter without breaking eye contact. The water continued to run behind us as I advanced. She took one hesitant step back but immediately paused when I shook my head.
Callused fingertips trailed along the soft skin of her cheek. Reverently, I lifted her hoodie with the shirt underneath. She raised her arms to help me. The movement of her throat as she swallowed caught my attention and I pressed a kiss to the w
ild pulse visible on her delicate neck.
A soft gasp escaped her, and she tilted her head slightly. As my hands worked her jeans open, my tongue trailed along her skin. A light nip on her earlobe followed by a sensual exploration of her soft curves, and I was intoxicated. Drunk on her allure.
Worshipping at her altar, I slowly dropped to my knees as I tugged her jeans down. My teeth, lips, and tongue further adored her as I blindly lifted first one leg, then the other. After tossing her bottoms to the side, I buried my nose in the silky dark curls above that magic pussy of hers.
“You cast a spell on me,” I murmured against her satiny skin. Her slender fingers tangled in my hair, holding me against the slight curve of her lower stomach. Tipping my head back, I looked up at her. Blatant need in her eyes, she breathed heavily, and her full top lip was tugged between her teeth.
Rising to my feet, I reached around, unclasped her bra, and freed her of the last piece of clothing separating us. She was a goddess, and I wanted to fall back to my knees before her. Instead, I held her hand as she stepped into the soft pink foam and settled down into the bath after she tucked her hair up in a loose bun.
“Lean forward,” I told her as I pushed my briefs down, freely my painfully hard length. She did, but not before she snuck a quick peek. The faint flush to her cheeks gave her away as I shut the water off and climbed in behind her. She settled against my chest, and I wrapped her in my arms.
As we sat in the peaceful quiet, I knew I was in trouble.
I just didn’t know how much.
“A Wonderful Life”—Brian Fallon
For several minutes, he was content to hold me. His tattooed arms were wrapped around me, and I had reached a hand up to wrap around the back of his neck. The steely length of him pressing into my lower back didn’t go unnoticed. In fact, with each small twitch against my back, my core clenched in anticipation.
I might be a fool for sneaking out of the house and driving to his place, but I’d never wanted anything more. No, I wasn’t fool enough to think this was going to be a forever kind of thing, but I found myself wanting to take what he offered until the novelty wore off.
“I can’t believe you came,” he murmured as if he could read my mind.
“I almost didn’t,” I softly replied.
He unwrapped his arms and gently pushed me forward. Curiosity had me turning my head back to him. He was putting some creamy baby oil in his hands. They were cold, despite his rubbing them together in an attempt to warm them, and I instinctively arched as he made contact with my skin.
“Why do you have creamy baby oil?” I asked breathlessly.
He softly chuckled. “I use it to shave.”
“But you have a beard,” I stuttered.
“Not always,” he whispered before he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder. A shudder rippled through me at the sensation of his lips on me.
It didn’t take long for his hands and my skin to heat it up as he allowed his palms to firmly glide up my back and over my shoulders. My eyes closed, and I groaned as his hands worked magic on my shoulders, neck, and back. At my sound, his cock jumped against my back, and he let out a nearly silent groan of his own.
Though I could’ve let him work the knots from my shoulders until the water cooled, I wanted more. Turning in his arms, I straddled his hips, sandwiching his cock between us. His eyes looked gray in the dim light as he held my hips and waited to see what I would do.
The warm water lapped around us as I leaned in and curled my hands over his toned shoulders.
“Kiss me,” I whispered, because the ambiance demanded it.
He captured my mouth boldly, and we combusted. It was as if there was no slow with us as soon as our lips touched. It was a fiery battle in which there were no winners. One hand slipped into his shoulder-length, dark locks. I loved his hair. It was soft and silky through my fingers, but in all honesty, I couldn’t get enough of any aspect of him.
The slosh of the water filtered through my lust, and I realized I was shamelessly grinding against his straining shaft. Breaking away, I gasped for air. “We’re making a mess,” I muttered against his lips as I gave him another lingering kiss that he ended with a bite to my lower lip.
“You done in here?” he asked, equally out of breath. I nodded, and he sighed. “Good.”
We stood, and he grabbed one of two massive plush towels. As the water drained, he dried me off in what became a seductive game. Once I was dry to his satisfaction, he wrapped the towel around me and dried himself. He didn’t wrap his towel around his waist; instead he tossed it down to the floor to soak up the water we’d splashed out. Then he lifted me out of the tub, crouched, and dried my feet.
It seemed crazy that a rough and wild hockey player was being so romantic and sweet. He’d actually set the bathroom up in hopes that I’d take him up on his offer. Then again, I had tried my best not to laugh as he lit candles in a big candelabra that definitely didn’t fit his bathroom decor. I’d wondered if he’d grabbed it off his dining room table, but once he’d focused his intense attention on me, those thoughts had dwindled away.
Romance obviously done, he scooped me up and ran to the bed as I giggled. With a playful grin, he tossed me onto the comforter. I had to fight covering myself as my boobs jiggled.
Like a predator, he stalked me up the bed. When he settled between my spread legs and rested on his elbows over me, I again grabbed his hair.
With a teasing tug, I pulled him to kiss me. The blaze ignited as soon as our lips met. Breaking away, he suckled on my shoulder, nipping and soothing it with his tongue. He did that to every bit of my skin he could reach from his position.
Desperate, my hips arched up into him, and I searched for more.
The rustle of his movements in the drawer of his bedside table preceded him lifting his head. I missed his lips immediately. With a lustful gaze, I watched as he knelt between my legs and tore open the square wrapper.
Suddenly bold, I took it from him. “Let me.”
I took the slippery disk and reached down. He moved to rest on his fists on either side of my head. Not letting go of his gaze, I stroked his thick length as he slowly thrust into my hand. Gathering the moisture from the tip, I swirled it around the end. As I played, his head dropped slightly, and he groaned.
“Fuck, Sydney. Put it on now. Otherwise I’m gonna shove my cock in that tight cunt and fuck you bare.” His pupils were dark and large as he panted above me. Power surged within me at the tenuous grip he held on himself because of me. As quickly as my suddenly fumbling hands would allow me, I rolled it down as far as it would go.
I’d barely let go before he had it lined up and circling in the almost embarrassing amount of wetness covering me.
“Goddamn,” he groaned as he clenched his eyes for a moment.
“Hurry,” I whimpered in impatient desperation. Bold, his eyes opened and held mine as he slowly began to feed his generous length into my tight channel. God, he was so thick, it was painful for a moment. I appreciated that he worked his way in, allowing my body to accommodate him slowly.
Once he was fully seated, I realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out in a blissful huff. My slick walls gripped him tightly, and he dropped his head to my shoulder with a moan.
“Jesus. Go easy,” he gritted out, and turned to rest his face against my neck. But I couldn’t. The need for him to move was too great, and I thrust my hips up with a grinding twist. Seeking more friction, I continued to rub against him.
Fire lit his eyes as he raised his head to stare at me. In protest, I whimpered and tried to regain the contact of my clit against his flesh. With a dark look, he pulled nearly all the way out as he straightened his arms to look down on me. A quick snap of his hips had him deep inside my heat, wringing a grunt from me.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he buried himself in me again. My nails dug into his forearms where they were braced on either side of my head. Several more thrusts, and a fine sheen of sweat began to break out
on his forehead. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he warned.
“I don’t care, Alex.” Honestly, he felt so good, I could barely think straight. My reply was enough to unleash a beast in him that sent us both hurtling toward a precipice of epic proportions.
Over and over, he plunged into me as I wrapped my legs around his and raised my hips to meet every thrust. It wasn’t long before that familiar surge of erotic pressure started building. The explosion hit me, and my head bowed as waves of pure ecstasy slammed into me.
“Alex!” I ground out as I rode the blissful pulses. He tensed over me and stilled. I thought he was going to come, but he exercised Herculean willpower. Then I lost myself to sensation.
By the time I came down from my high, I was bonelessly sated.
“Turn over,” he demanded as he helped me flip to my stomach. Using his large, capable hands, he hoisted my hips in the air and slid back into my wet core. Whimpering in surprising need, I clutched the sheets in my fingers and ignored the comforter wadded up under my waist. My face buried in the pillow, I waited for him to move.
His hand pulled my hair loose from the bun, and it curtained around me. “Fuck, I love your hair,” he said under his breath before he palmed the back of my skull, then gathered a handful of my hair and pulled my head up.
My back was tightly arched, and he growled into my ear. “I’m going to ruin you for other men, baby. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t walk right for a week.”
“Okay,” I greedily whispered.
“Okay?” he clarified. I nodded the best I could with my hair fisted in his hand. He sighed into my neck before nibbling along the side and kissing that sensitive area where my neck met my shoulder.
He let me lie back down and gripped my hips tightly. I thought I’d remembered that first night with crystal clarity. I was so very wrong. He either reminded me, or he went above and beyond.
I found out that hockey players don’t only play hard, they fuck harder.
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