by Stacey Lynn
Also, I like cookies and all things sweet and I have no regrets.
“I had plenty of food at the party.”
“Good. That is good then.” He shoots me a look, but it’s not the same intense one I’m expecting and then I realize…
He’s nervous.
I open my door and flash him a wink. “So, your place or mine, superstar?”
I do what I usually do when I see it on him and make it fun.
Because sex is fun. I mean, once you get past the head bonking, teeth-banging, knee burns and awkward positions or falling off beds, which really makes it all that much more fun.
But that’s the point of some of the mishaps, sex is always better when you’re comfortable with your partner when those happen, when you can laugh, or snort, and get back to the groove enjoying yourself.
I’m at the back of his SUV before him, but barely, and his hand takes mine.
“Should we get our bag?” I have the tote with our towels and things in the back seat.
Mikah shakes his head. “I will come get it later tonight. Or tomorrow. Or… when I remember. I do not care about beach towels or sunscreen right now.”
“Oh?” We’re in the parking garage lobby which is much more utilitarian than the main lobby and we have to use our keys to enter the elevator so while we wait, I rest a shoulder against the wall. “In a hurry for something?”
“You tease me, and you make everything fun. I keep thinking what else you can make fun.”
His hand’s still in mine, thumb brushing along my inner wrist. “Mikah. It’s okay to be nervous.”
“I don’t think that is the right word. More… anxious? Perhaps that is right?”
Possibly. But I don’t need him worrying about anything either.
“There’s no need. Trust me, with everything we’ve done so far, I will have no complaints.”
“You will if I come in my pants like I’m fourteen and Ms. Halderslug bent over to lift a folder off the floor.”
His description is, well… perfect.
“Mikah.” I laugh, shaking my head and pull him toward me until he collides with my shoulder and then my chest as I adjust. “That was disturbingly visual and even if you do happen to have a fantasy of your high school teacher while you’re with me and come too soon, we’ll figure it out. That’s part of the nerves everyone has with a new partner. We’re all different. We like different things.”
“I know. And so far, I like all the things you like.”
This guy. I can easily fall for him and all my reservations weeks ago when I found out who he is have vanished. Well, they’re there, shoved to a back corner where I place unimportant matters like remembering to water the two houseplants I have, but I manage to do a decent job silencing them.
The elevator door dings and opens and Mikah ushers us, keeping us close, chest to chest, his chin tipped down, mine tilted up.
And then he kisses me. And I hope with the way I respond I melt away all his anxious thoughts, giving him the confidence I know he wants like he has on the ice.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mikah
* * *
She makes me feel too much. Too many good things. Something deeper than the love I have for hockey. The thought alone should make me terrified.
Hockey is all I’ve ever had.
But now I have more.
I have a son. I have a family made and built on my own from the love of a game we all adore, and I have a woman who constantly builds me up, looks at me like I can do this and sometimes, that emotion is overwhelming.
It’s currently overwhelming me, the heady need to strip her out of her cover-up and swimsuit again, to figure out how to get those straps off her and to return to her what she did to me earlier.
We kiss until the elevator stops at our floor and then we stumble out of it, my back hitting the wall before I change our positions, my hand on the wall above her head on the wall.
Thank goodness we’re the only two homes up here. As we kiss and stumble down the hall, we are making way too much noise.
“Paisley,” I grunt and fumble with the keys from my pocket and fumble even more to get my door unlocked. I have never been so clumsy with my hands before.
Once my door is unlocked, I pull back. I need to get my bearings and slow things down before my worries in the elevator come to fruition sooner than I could have ever imagined. My dick is impossibly hard, rubbing against her heat.
At least she has no worries of Mrs. Halderslug. There isn’t a single thought in my brain except for pleasing her.
And even then, I’m pretty certain ninety percent of my brain is in my dick.
“Inside. Now.”
She drags her lips off my throat, and I feel the loss of her straight in my balls. I can still feel her lips around my dick. Her mouth on me, taking every inch and deep in her throat.
Paisley winks at me, sashaying her sweet ass into my home and as soon as we’re both in, I lock the door. As soon as we’re alone, she turns to me.
Her blonde hair is wild, coming undone from the braid and the first thing I want to do is undo it completely, wrap it around my fist. Take her from behind. Watch her ride me.
So many things I want to do with her. To her.
She doesn’t give me a chance because her hands fall to the hem of the baggy dress thing she has on and she lifts it… stealing my breath and the remainder of my thoughts as she exposes her swimsuit again to me.
“Bed.” I bark it out. She’s reduced me to an animal. Incapable of politeness.
Winking again, she walks backward down the short hall, toward my room. Her fingers trail along the walls, arms out, and I watch every movement. I follow her, waiting for my moment to attack. I’ll let her think she’s in control. I’ll even allow her to have it for a bit, too.
She moves into my room and I’m right there with her, flipping on the lights despite it still being afternoon. I can see plenty, but there’s no way I’m missing a moment of this. I want to catalog and learn every curve of her. Every freckle.
Paisley stops at the end of the bed, knees to it and before she falls back, I shake my head.
“Stop.” I’m right here, curling my hand to her shoulder, running it down her arm. Goosebumps follow in my wake. Turning this woman on is thrilling.
My hand trembles as I settle it on her hip, my fingers slide under two of the straps there and my other hand goes to the side of her neck.
“This suit. It’s a maze I want to solve and tear to pieces at the same time.”
“Please don’t.” She laughs. “It was really expensive.”
“You’ll never wear it without me.” Apparently, I’m possessive. She laughs again, but I’m not joking. There’s a pool on the roof of the building’s sixth floor. There’s a whole outdoor park up there, and I don’t even want her wearing the suit there.
I meet her gaze, let her see how serious I am. Her laughter dies instantly.
“Mikah—”
“You’re stunning. So beautiful. Like a pink sunset. My favorites. I don’t want other men looking at you or admiring it.”
She shakes her head. If I’ve made her mad, we’ll fight about it later. But there will be people who discover she’s connected to me. They will want her to get to me. I’ll explain it all later when rationality has returned to my brain.
“There’s a clasp at the back.”
My hands are exploring her wound body, giving me too many other ideas. I find the clasp at the back she mentions and then ignore it. Instead, I grab her hips and lift her easily.
She lets out a laugh and shoves her face into my shoulder, clinging to me. “Mikah!”
“Hold on to me.” I put a knee to the bed and crawl up it, easily holding her until I can bend forward and settle her on my pillows.
She’s been here before, even spending the night. But I have never wanted her like this so badly.
As soon as her back hits the bed, she loosens her grip on my shoulders but keeps her ank
les locked at my lower back. I push up to my knees, staring down at this gorgeous, effervescent woman. So small. So sweet.
Becoming so much more to me than I could have imagined weeks ago.
“I don’t know where to start.” I whisper it, afraid of being too loud. I do not want to break this moment.
She runs her hands down my arms to my waist and pushes up my shirt. I tear it off my head, remembering how I did this less than an hour ago. And then her hands are pressed to my hot flesh, the ridges of my abs.
I have never in my life, remembered, needing someone as much as I need her. It’s not about her being a woman.
It’s about her being Paisley—the woman.
“Mikah,” she gasps as I brush my fingers to the small patch of fabric at her center. It’s so small, barely covers her sex before two straps crisscross over her hipbones and then back over her stomach. Her belly button is on display, and her abs constrict with every panted breath. When I brush along her sex again, her abs tighten and her chin tips up.
I bend down and kiss her, moving the strap of greenish-blue fabric to the side and then I’m there. Right there. She’s soaking wet.
“Mikah.” Her hand curls around my wrist. “More,” she gasps. “Please.”
I tease her slit, gritting my teeth. “Are you sure?”
She shoves her head deeper into my pillow and groans. “I told you. Anything you want to do to me, I’ll want. Whenever you want.”
I will hold her to that. “Can you come like this? With just my fingers, teasing your clit?”
“Possibly.” Her legs tighten around my hips. There’s no possibly about it, but it’s not how I want her to come. Gently, I unwrap her legs, pulling back from her so I can run my hands up and down the soft creamy flesh of her inner thighs. The even softer skin behind her knee. I lift one of her legs, kissing her there and she squirms.
“Perfect. And you taste delicious.”
I set her leg on the bed, spread wide. Her hands are curled into the bed covering beneath her. If only I had a camera to capture this moment. When Paisley becomes mine.
It’s that thought that snaps my control and I move down the bed further, pulling to the side the center of her suit. Our eyes meet and I keep my focus on her, as I press my mouth to her clit for the first time. As soon as I do, her hips buck and a hissed yes falls from her round, pink and swollen lips.
Her grip tightens on the coverings. My dick, hard as stone, punches into the bed as I taste her, suck her clit into my mouth. I add a finger. Then two. Looking at her for consent as I do, but she just opens her mouth and lets loose a sound that tells me she enjoys everything, absolutely everything I’m doing to her.
It’s the encouragement I need to keep going and I fuck her slowly with my fingers, my mouth on her clit. She’s drenched. Whimpering.
“Mikah. So good.” She threads her fingers into my hair, nails dig into my scalp.
Yes. “Hurt me. Show me how much you love what I can do for you.”
“So close. Please, please…”
I lick her clit again, press my fingers into her hard, adding a third and relish in the sound she makes as I stretch her. I curl them, find the ridge inside of her and her legs press against my head as her orgasm hits her. Her core, swollen and drenched, clamps around my fingers and I ride her through her climax, pressing one hand to her thigh to keep her held open until she breathes out, shivering from the pleasure.
And me? I could be a God and not feel as powerful as I do at this moment. She’s unraveled, eyes glazed, wisps of her highlighted hair clings to her forehead and she’s slow to open her open.
“You… you are good at that. A natural.”
I slowly drag my fingers out of her, kiss her inner thigh before resettling her swimsuit.
I am also still hard as a rock and need to be inside of her.
Shoving to my knees, I slide a hand beneath her back and pull her up with me. “Let’s get this off of you, shall we?”
“Please.” She’s breathless. A surge of power thunders through me. I’ve done this. Made her languid and relaxed and almost sleepy. Her head flops to my shoulder as I find the clasp and undo it. I start with the straps at her shoulders and help her wiggle out of her suit.
It’s easier than it looks to get her out of it and soon she’s fully naked. “Exquisite. Every inch.” I trail a finger down her cheek, brushing away her hair. She turns and nips at my finger, grinning. “You’re only being sweet because you want to fuck me.”
“I do but you’re exquisite anyway.” To prove how much I want her, I shove down my swim trunks.
Thank God. I’ve been dying to get out of the fabric and my dick juts straight toward her as I reach for the nightstand. The box is still sealed from when I bought them months ago. I rip the plastic off with my teeth and then tear off a strip of condoms, throwing the ones I’ll save for later to the bed next to Paisley.
She holds them up in the air. “You think we’ll need all of these? We only have a couple of hours.”
I take them from her and silence her with a kiss. “I guess we’ll have to see.”
Ripping open the first packet, I keep my focus on Paisley, kissing her while I slide back over her and roll the condom on. I am the master of multitasking and right now there are too many things I want to do. To taste. To memorize.
Thank God she took care of me earlier or I would have already blown in my pants.
“Ready?” I ask. I wish I could be smoother. My demand for her is too great. “I’ll go slow next time. Or last longer. Or…”
“I want you, Mikah.” She slides her tongue into my mouth, kissing me like she isn’t the one who just orgasmed. I grip my dick, settling it at her opening.
She spreads her legs wider, planting her feet into the bed, and then I’m there, pressing in.
And sweet holy Mary Mother of God. I’m not even Catholic. At least not since I was ten, but thank God for the Virgin Mother.
Paisley is swollen and so hot. She’s tight and I move slowly, watching her expressions as I push in, pull out.
“Yes,” she gasps and kisses me harder. Her hands go to my ass, my back, my thighs until I’m fully seated in her, and if my Catholic upbringing tells me I’m going to hell for this… I am one hundred percent okay with it.
There is nothing better than the heat and slickness of Paisley, tight around me, whimpering into my mouth as I move slowly.
It’s killing me to do so. My balls are pulled tight. Full. My skin is burning, and the base of my spine is on fire.
“More,” she groans into my throat and I feel it hit my balls. My God. I only have one sliver of a thread of control left and every time she tells me to do something it severs.
Her hands grip the back of my thighs, pulling me deeper into her body and showing me how she likes it.
I press a hand to her chest and lean back. “Hard?”
“As hard as you can.”
I smile at that. Her sass. Her confidence.
And then I give my girl exactly what she’s asking for. I take her hands, entwine them in one of mine and press them into the bed above her head. She’s confined, and based on the sounds she makes, she loves every thrust as my hips slam against her.
I do it again. And again. I take her mouth and kiss her with the same intensity as I thrust into her and soon her fingers are digging into my hand, stabbing pain into the back of mine that drives me insane.
The noises she makes drive me on.
Every clench of her pussy around my dick brings me closer to my orgasm, but I hold off, wanting more than anything for her to come again.
She lets loose, clinging to me and throws her head back, mouth open, screaming my name on her release and I slam into her again, harder. Faster. Repeatedly until I’ve followed her over the edge.
“Fucking hell,” I grit out through my clenched teeth as I come, slamming my mouth to hers and kissing away her cries as we ride out our orgasms together.
It’s the most incredible moment
of my life and I never want it to end.
Not with Paisley. Not ever.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mikah
* * *
“Lutzgo! Lutzgo!” My name is shouted by fans of all ages. My teammates and I have our own, small crowds of fans gathered around the edges of the board, slamming their signs and their memorabilia to the glass which separates us.
It’s the first day of training camp and I’m surprised at the crowd who have come out. As soon as we finish our practice we’re currently warming up for, there will be an hour where we do nothing except skate around on the rink with the kids, signing whatever they’ve brought for us.
Every year, the crowd and fan base in Charlotte grows, which is impressive. Hockey is more popular in the northern states, but with our success over the years coupled with Charlotte’s growth from people originally from New England, our team is becoming more popular.
Hockey is becoming more popular.
It’s finally here. The season. The thing I live and breathe for every year. This first day we step on the ice not only to practice and prepare, but to show our fans how we’ve improved and what they can expect of us for the next six months.
It’s a week of celebrating while season planning is thrown into hyper-drive. It’s four long days of practices and open skate times and events for the fans as well as families.
For the first time I have my own small cheering section. Paisley is here, taking the day off from school even though I insisted she didn’t have to.
She’s several rows up, center ice, standing with Katie. But the best thing about having Paisley here is my new nanny Viola who I hired earlier last week. She’s perfect. She’s more of a mother figure than a babysitter. She’s forty-five, divorced, never able to have children of her own. When her husband left her, she decided she’d rather devote her life to helping children than spend her days being an accountant like she was doing previously. She explained this to me within the first few minutes of coming to my home and I already knew then I was going to hire. So far, she’s been the sort of mother figure I always wished I had—was always jealous my friends did have.
