Something So Irresistible (Something So Series Book 3)

by Natasha Madison

  I leave her lips, kiss her nose, and then turn onto my back, bringing her with me. “Are you okay?”

  “Um, well, considering you’re still in me, yes.” She leans down and kisses my neck. “I’m kind of hungry,” she says as her stomach lets out a big growl. “I didn’t eat dinner.”

  “Okay,” I say, hugging her even closer. “Let’s get you fed.” I slip out of her and roll off the bed. There’s a hint of pink on my sheets, and my eyes just stare at it.

  “Sorry about that,” she says shyly. “I’ll wash the sheets now.” She gets up and leans down, trying to take the sheets off as my hand comes out and stops her from doing anything.

  “Leave them,” I say as she stands back up. “Go get in the bath. I’ll bring you something to eat.” Pecking her lips, I leave the room. I grab a couple of things from our dinner I was going to take with me on the road: turkey, stuffing, some mashed potatoes with gravy. I fix the plate, putting it in the microwave and go in search of her. I walk into the bathroom as she is just getting into the tub. “It’s in the microwave, but I don’t know if you can eat turkey and stuff in the tub.” I laugh as I see her sit down as she goes down to her neck, the water a color pink. “What’s in the water?”

  “A bath bomb,” she says as she lays her head back against the wall behind her. “Want to come in with me?” She opens her one eye, looking at me. I step into the tub and wince at the hot water. “I like really hot baths.”

  “This isn’t hot, it’s scalding,” I say as I crotch down and go in slowly. My legs go around her body. “This is why I never take a bath. I can’t even fit in here,” I say as I see my knees come up from the water. “What did your family say when you told them you were leaving?”

  She rubs my chin. “They were sad because it’s my first Christmas not there.” She smiles at me, no doubt in her eyes. “But”—she shrugs—“they knew I had to go.”

  “I’m not going to be sorry you’re here and not there.” I shake my head as I grab her foot and start massaging it. “What happened tonight is the best gift that someone has ever given me. I’m a selfish bastard and I wanted you here.”

  She stands up, the lingering pink water dripping off of her. She steps out of the tub, grabbing one of the hanging white robes that is hanging near the shower. Something that she added over time.

  “Go eat,” I say as I get out of the tub. “I need to wash off this pink shit.”

  She laughs as she comes to me and gets on her tippy toes, kissing me under my jaw. “Okay.” She walks out as I start the shower. By the time I finally finish, I find her washing her plate and putting it in the dishwasher. “What time are we leaving in the morning?” she asks as she leans against the counter.

  “Five a.m., so we can make it there just before lunch,” I say as she closes the lights off and we make it back to the bedroom. “I can’t believe you’re really here,” I say as she slides her robe off and gets in the bed, grabbing the covers that are at the end of the bed. I get in next to her, wrapping my arms around her. “Merry Christmas, angel.” I kiss her head as she lies in my arms and falls fast asleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Allison

  I hear the beeping coming from his side of the bed and I groan out. I open one eye, seeing it’s still dark outside. “Shut it off,” I say, burying myself deeper in the covers.

  “It’s four forty-five.” He kisses my neck from behind me where he holds me in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asks quietly.

  “I’m a little sore,” I tell him the truth. “It’s not like a bad pain.” I turn in his arms, tucking my arms to my chest. “Kind of like throbbing.”

  “We should have waited,” he says, bringing me closer to him as the alarm rings again. “We need to go.” He turns and shuts the noise off.

  I roll to my side of the bed, getting up, and walking to the bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. Do I look different? No. I turn sideways. Can you tell that I had sex last night? Nope.

  “What are you doing?” Max asks from his side of the sink as he wets his toothbrush.

  “I’m checking to see if I look different now that I’ve had sex.” I grab my own toothbrush. “Vivi said you can tell when someone has sex,” I say, putting the toothbrush in my mouth, and talking while the toothbrush sticks to one side. “I have to send her a picture and see if she spots the difference,” I say in between brushing and spitting. Max goes to his closet, coming back out wearing jeans and a T-shirt while I stand here in yoga pants and one of his hoodies I saw on his chair.

  He looks me up and down and smiles when he sees me in his shirt. I shake my head. “I’m going to toss the sheets in the laundry before we leave.” I grab one corner as he watches me. “What are you doing?” I ask, huffing.

  “I’m trying to see if you look different.” He smirks at me as I glare at him. “You don’t. You’re just as beautiful as you were last night, or as you were two days ago.” He walks to me, grabbing me, pulling me to him. “Actually, I’m lying, you do look different. You’re more beautiful.” He kisses my nose. “Now let’s go. I want to be on the road by five and it’s four fifty-seven.” He turns and goes back into his closet, coming out with his travel bag. “I packed a couple extra sweaters for you in case you don’t have clothes.”

  I nod at him as I grab the sheets and walk all the way across the loft to the laundry room. “Okay, I’m ready,” I say after I toss the sheets in the basket.

  “Grab the bag in the fridge,” he says and grabs our jackets. “I started the car, so we don’t need our jackets. You ready?”

  I nod as I grab my purse and the food bag and follow him out.

  We load up the car, getting in. “Road trip,” I say as I buckle myself in, taking off my UGGs and tucking my feet under me. “We didn’t even pack coffee,” I tell him, looking at the streets that are deserted.

  We drive away from the city as the sun comes up and I look out the window. “Where are we going?”

  “I own a house right over the border, a log house. It was the first thing I bought when I got my contract. I use it as my summer home. It’s right on a lake, buried almost in the woods. It has a cabin, but it’s iffy and the Wi-Fi is a crap shot.” He smiles at me. “No one but Denise knows about this house. It’s the basics: kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom. I did have it gutted three years ago and updated.”

  I nod at him and then lean my head on the window, watching the grass go from green to white. We pass the border in record time. It’s so small there is only one guy for both sides. “I called the guy to make sure everything is shoveled before we get there,” he says as I look around as he pulls off at an exit. I look down and see my phone go from four bars to three to one. “Told you Wi-Fi is iffy.”

  I shrug my shoulder. “I don’t care. I’m with the only person who matters right now.”

  He smiles at me and takes turn after turn, going higher and higher as my ears start to block. You don’t see any houses anywhere; just pine trees. We pass a store, a gas station, what looks like a diner, and then he turns left into what looks like a driveway. “Are we here?” I ask as he zigzags till it opens up to a stunning house. “This isn’t a freaking log cabin, it’s a fort.”

  I take in two wooden garage doors, with the stairs right to the side. The house is sitting on two levels. He parks the car, turning it off as I put my UGGs back on and follow him up the stairs. The right side of me is a sitting area, being held up by stilts. He opens the door and I take it in. It’s an open concept like his loft. There is a little room right off the entrance that is where he stores all his jackets and there is a bench. He takes off his shoes and hangs our jackets. A door in the corner shows me it’s a bathroom. “Come, I’ll show you around,” he says as he takes my hand in his. We walk into the house right into a hallway with three doors, but we go to the left that leads up to an open area. Right away, there is the kitchen. The cabinets are a dark brown, lining the whole wall in an L-shape. The sink is facing a window that
shows you more trees. But what gets me the most is the windows on the back of the house.

  I look up and see that everything looks like logs are holding everything together. As we walk into the middle of the house I look around and the only thing I see is the back wall of the house is just huge windows. All held together with wood logs, the sunlight coming in to the whole house. A two-person table sits right in front of it with a fireplace to the right hand side all in bricks to the ceiling. The rustic leather couch sits in front of the fireplace that has a television hanging on top of it. There is a door to the side with a deer head hanging from the top. “Please tell me that isn’t real.”

  He laughs at me. “I didn’t shoot it if it’s any consolation.” He drags me back to the other side as we walk down the hall where he opens what is the bathroom. The bathtub is in the middle of the room with a window over it. A shower stall is next to the bathtub all in glass. White towels hang and are folded everywhere. He opens the only door left in the hallway. I see windows everywhere showing us the lake in the back. His bed is right in the middle of the room. The brown and white covers look like a cloud. On the side is another fireplace pointing straight to the bed. I walk to the windows and see the outside. “It’s a dream getaway.”

  “It is,” he says as he comes to me, hugging me from the behind. “Let’s have lunch.” He walks out of the room, grabbing his jacket. “I’m going to unload the car.” He walks out as I go and open the fridge, which is fully stocked.

  “How is it your fridge is fully stocked?” I ask him as he puts the food bag on the island.

  “I have a couple who makes sure everything is kept okay during the winter season when I’m not here,” he says as he walks to the fireplace, opens it, and starts the fire.

  “Are we going to Netflix and chill?” I say as I take out some eggs to cook us breakfast. “Oh, can we have brupper?” I ask him as I look around to see if he has everything that we need in order to do it.

  “What the fuck is brupper?” he asks as he gets up and turns around.

  “It’s breakfast for supper,” I say with a smile. “It was my favorite meal growing up. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage. All for dinner.”

  He shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever you want, angel.”

  I clap my hands together and say “yes” under my breath. “So you want to have supper for breakfast?” I ask him, taking out the things that he brought for supper, which are leftovers from last night.

  “Sure and then I want to have a nap.” He winks at me.

  “Max Horton, is that code for you want to have sex?” I put my hands on my hips. “Because I really want to nap.”

  He smiles and then stops. “You think it will be okay?”

  I tilt my head. “I mean, we can try and see.”

  “If it hurts, you need to tell me and we will actually nap.”

  I wave my hand in the air as I heat us up some turkey. I get up when we are done, bringing the plates to the sink, opening the water while I feel him at my back. His hands go up my shirt, his palms slowly running up my stomach to my breast. The touch causes me to shiver and goosebumps to come out.

  “I really want to nap right now,” he whispers in my ear as I tilt my neck to the side and give him access to it.

  He bends his face into my neck where he bites me softly the same time as he pinches both nipples. My head falls back on his chest as my wet hands go to the tops of the sweater. My hands lie on his that are underneath it. His hands leave me as he pulls the sweater over my head. He turns me to look at him.

  “I can’t get enough of you.” He rips my lace bra off of me, bending down, and taking a nipple into his mouth. He nibbles down and then sucks it in. He does the same thing to the other breast. Taking his hands, he moves down my sides and pulls my yoga pants down my hips, taking the panties with him. “Step out,” he says, his voice gravelly.

  I do as I’m told as I stand here in front of him fully naked. His eyes roam over my body as he picks me up, turns, and places my ass on the counter. My legs dangle over the counter as he steps in between them.

  “You take my breath away each and every time,” he says almost in a whisper as he pushes my hair behind me. “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.” He kisses my lips. I push into him to get more, but he leaves as soon as he pecks me. “You know why I call you angel?” he asks and kisses the side of my lips. “Because you hold the power of me in your hands. You’re pure, untouched, and sometimes I swear I can see a halo above your head.” He takes one leg and bends it, placing my foot on the counter, and does the same with the other foot. I sit on the counter, my pussy open to him. He takes his index finger and runs it down my center, from my clit all the way to my entrance. “You’re so wet for me.” He gets on his knees, his face coming right to my pussy. He blows on my clit, making my body shiver.

  I look down as his fingers play with me. They go inside me and come out, going up and playing with my clit, my juices sticky on his fingers. My eyes never leave his fingers, watching them go into me. His eyes are also on his hands. I lean back, placing my hands on the counter behind me, and I watch him finger fuck me slowly, my body getting tense when he takes his fingers out and he slowly circles my clit, and just when I feel a tightening and know I’m going to come, he pulls his fingers from my clit and enters me again. I moan out my frustration as he slowly fucks me with his fingers again. This time I take one of my own hands, bring it to my clit, circling it as he sticks his two middle fingers in me.

  “You’re so close.” He leans in and licks my lips, my tongue coming out to meet his as he thrusts his fingers in me.

  I let go of his lips, to moan out as the orgasm rips through. I lift my hips as he continues with his fingers. I slowly put my ass back down as he pulls his fingers from me. I watch him put them to his mouth, licking them all clean. He pulls his pants down and his cock comes free.

  “This counter is the perfect height,” I say as I watch him jerk his cock and squeeze himself.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks me and I nod. My feet stay on the counter as he takes his cock and rubs it up and down, wetting his cock as he places it at my entrance and slides in easier now. Our heads are together as we both watch him enter me to the root. “Are you okay, angel?” He pulls out again then pushes into me.

  This time the pain isn’t there. No stinging or burning now. It’s just pleasure. I was a little sore, but it’s less and less each time he pushes into me. His cock is going in and out of me as his cock rubs over my G-spot. His thrusts go faster this time, my hips rising to meet him. My clit cries each time his pelvis hits it. I can’t stop looking down at us. I can’t stop looking at my body taking him, the needs my body is getting to take more of him.

  “Angel,” he hisses and slams into me now. “Fuck,” he says and I know what he means.

  I’m coming. My toes curl on the counter as my pussy closes him in, and it hugs him. I toss my head back, moaning out the whole time. When I finally finish he thrusts all the way in as I feel him pulse inside me as he cums with a roar. His hands go to the sides of my hips as my feet finally slip down, and I bury my face into his neck.

  “I love you,” I whisper before I kiss the vein on his neck where I feel his heartbeat pounding fast.

  “Love you more, angel,” he says, getting his breathing under control.

  “Can we actually nap now?” I ask him, yawning. I don’t have to wait for his answer because he picks me up as I wrap my legs around his waist and takes me to bed, where we nap, after round two.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Max

  We walk into the arena together, first day back after the Christmas break.

  We got back last night after spending three days in the country. It was fucking bliss. No outsiders. I could touch her when I wanted, kiss her when I wanted, and make love to her when I wanted. And let me tell you, I wanted it every single second. Driving back home, I asked her to pack a bag and stay with me. I just wasn’t ready to let her go and I d
on’t think she was either. So it took her fifteen minutes to pack a huge bag and when we got back home, she set herself up in my closet. Seeing her things hanging with mine made me smirk. I have her. She’s here and she’s with me.

  When we get to her office, she walks in and turns her head to wink. “Skate hard.”

  I shake my head as she dumps her bag and I walk to the locker room. Half the team is there, so I nod at them and then stop at my place, shrugging off my jacket. I listen to the other guys talk about their holiday when Phil comes in.

  “Merry Christmas, you filthy animals,” he says and dumps his bag on his seat and shrugs out of his jacket also. “Hey, Max.” He sits down and takes off his shoes. “Did you enjoy the woods?”

  I laugh at him. “It was perfect,” I say as Matthew comes in with Luka. The team is almost all here. I get up and go about my workout, leaving the guys in the room.

  When I meet up with them about an hour later Phil is in front of his hook stretching.

  “I swear Aly looks different,” he says to Matthew, who is taping up his hockey stick. I don’t say anything as I go to sit down, finishing off my protein shake. “I saw her before and she’s glowing.”

  “I think she’s in love,” Matthew says, not looking at anyone. “She left the family for the first time ever to spend Christmas with this punk,” Matthew says and I take my T-shirt off.

  “Do you know who he is?” Phil asks while Matthew shakes his head. “You think it’s someone we know?”

  “Nah,” Matthew says. “No way anyone is that stupid that they are going to go and date my sister.” He puts his stick down. “I’m sure he’s some stockbroker or something, maybe even a banker who doesn’t get his hands dirty. Fuck, he probably doesn’t even know what hockey is.”