Stay: A WAGs Novel

by Sarina Bowen

  “Well, not a date date,” I correct. “He’s upgrading our servers with a new installation.”

  “An installation, I bet.” Matt snorts and takes my hand in his. “Don’t go back to the office yet. Unless you have to?”

  I simply shake my head because the…flutternutters or whatever Jenny would call them have set in again, and I don’t think I can string words together.

  “Good,” he says, his voice rough. He scoops my coat off the chair and tugs me toward the door.

  Outside, we’re greeted with a blast of early December cold air. Matt stops and pulls the coat around my shoulders. “Come with me.”

  “Where?” I croak.

  He jerks his head down the block, where his apartment building rises up over the busy street. “We have some unfinished business.”

  “We do?”

  He moves fast, backing me against the bricks of the coffee shop’s exterior, his chest against mine, his lips brushing my forehead as he speaks. “We have some very pressing business to attend to.” His hands steal inside my unzipped coat to land on my waist. “Don’t you agree?”

  A hot gasp escapes my chest as his mouth travels down to my ear, giving it a nibble. I’m clutching his jacket now, ready to do whatever he asks. And right here, probably.

  But in a flash, Matt steps back, grabs my hand and marches me toward his building.

  “Good day!” the doorman says as he admits us.

  “It sure is,” Matt says cheerily as he guides me toward the elevator bank and leans on the button. “And it’s about to get even better,” he whispers when the doors part.

  When the doors close behind us, he backs me up against the wall of the car. I have time to take one deep breath of his freshly showered scent before he attacks my lips with a hungry kiss.

  My head thunks against the wood paneling as he deepens the kiss. This Matt isn’t taking it slow. This is the same Matt Eriksson who grabs the puck on a power play and makes a press for the net.

  My inner goalie tosses her stick away and forgets to worry. I wrap my arms around his generous frame and hold on for dear life as his kisses travel to the sensitive skin of my neck, where his hungry mouth causes goose bumps to rise all over my body. The sweep of his lips toward my ear makes my knees buckle.

  “I didn’t like that we were interrupted last night,” he whispers hoarsely between open-mouthed kisses to my rapidly heating skin. “Went to your office to apologize.”

  So how’d you find me? I think to ask. But the words don’t make it out of my brain, and I just moan instead. His hands have gripped my hips and I can feel myself getting less coherent by the second. My palms wander between the unzipped halves of his jacket and down the ridges of his abs. He hisses, then leans in—

  The elevator dings, announcing our arrival on his floor.

  He groans and tugs me off the wall. “Let’s go, Hottie. Time’s a-wasting.” He steers me toward his apartment door and punches in the code at warp speed.

  Inside, he lifts the coat from my shoulders and drops it on the floor. Then he does the same with his own.

  “You need a coatrack,” I point out.

  “Later,” he grunts.

  I have one last rational thought: there are coatracks at Yorkdale Shopping Centre. But that’s it for thinking, because Matt kisses me again, and we’re on the move down a hallway. One possessive hand lands on my ass, giving it a squeeze that steals another ten IQ points.

  Then the backs of my legs find a bed, and I…freeze. I just stop, mid-kiss, and ice runs through my veins where there was only heat a second before. Because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. My lifelong crush wants to have spectacular sex with me, and I don’t have a clue what that means.

  “Hottie,” he whispers, and his hands turn gentle. His fingertips skim lightly up my back and then down again. “What’s wrong?”

  “Y-you m-make me s-s-so nervous,” I sputter.

  He smiles, and it’s sweet. His knuckles sweep across my cheek and then he kisses that spot, too. “I know. There aren’t any drills for this.”

  “Wh-what?”

  His chuckle curls through my body like a flame. I didn’t know it was possible to be so turned on and so scared at the same time. “You’re out of practice, right?”

  “Right.” It’s just that I’m starting to think I never had any game to begin with. He makes my body light up in ways so foreign to me that it’s clear I’ve been doing something wrong my whole life.

  “So let me coach this round. I’ll call the plays. You just listen for the whistle.”

  “Okay,” I say immediately.

  “Your coach wants you to unbutton that shirt.” His smile is a little teasing, but also kind.

  My fingers find their way to the buttons on my blouse and begin to obey.

  “Good girl,” he whispers, sliding it off my shoulders and tossing it onto a chair I picked out at Crate & Barrel. He leans in to place a soft kiss at the juncture of my neck and shoulder. He moves downward, past my collarbone, tracing the line of my white lace bra with his lips.

  The goose bumps are back. And the heat. My fingers find their way into his hair and tug his head closer to my breast.

  His lips nuzzle me, and he lets out a groan. “Coach needs you to remove this bra,” he says huskily.

  I hesitate, because I’ve always felt pretty underendowed. And it’s awfully bright in here…

  “Coach is waiting, Hailey,” he says, kneeling in front of me. “Be a good recruit and lose the bra while I take care of this.” Thick fingers find the zipper of my wool trousers and drag it slowly down. The sound of the zipper’s teeth makes me gasp. With fumbling hands, I find the clasp of my bra and unhook it.

  Matt isn’t watching as I ditch the bra onto the floor. He ducks down, his lips finding the skin just north of my bikini panties. He kisses me there and I feel a rush of desire everywhere. Then his eyes lift and he groans. “Fuck, Hailey. It’s gonna be an effort to go slow.” He reaches over his head and grasps his T-shirt by the back collar. “But warmups are important.” He hauls the shirt over his head and tosses it aside.

  And, oh, the view! My mouth begins to water at my first sight of all that male perfection. He yanks my pants down and then stands up, where I blink at him, my eyes traveling all over his chest.

  “That’s right,” he says. “Now touch me. Both hands.”

  My greedy fingers leap to do his bidding. I skim my palms over his pecs, and his breath catches. I let my fingertips explore the ridges of his washboard abs. The dusting of brown chest hair thickens as it approaches the waistline of his sweats, and when I run my fingers over it, his stomach tightens.

  “Mmm,” he growls. And when he lifts his hands to cup my breasts, I let out a whimper that makes him smile. “I know, honey.” He strokes his thumb over my nipple, and I clench my thighs together. “Good girl. So responsive to your coach. Now I want you naked and on that bed.” He clicks his tongue. “Let’s go, trainee.”

  I scramble to obey, and a moment later I’m lying in the center of his comforter, wearing nothing but my own desire for the god who’s prowling toward me on hands and knees. He’s down to a pair of black cotton boxer briefs and a smile. I should be cold, but I’m burning up as he looks down at me, his eyes sweeping over my body before he drops his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue circles and I moan, long and loud.

  He lowers that perfect body down onto mine, his mouth claiming my own. The heavy weight of him is delicious. “Fuck,” he groans between kisses. “Your coach is anxious to get this game underway.”

  I giggle into his mouth. He’s hot and hard, and everything is wow. I work a hand down his chest again, finally reaching for the ambitious erection that’s straining the cotton to its maximum capacity.

  We both sigh happily.

  “Good girl.” He sits up a little. “Take it out.”

  “Yessir.” I push the briefs down and the most gorgeous cock I’ve ever seen (in my vast experience) springs
into view. When I wrap my hand around all that perfection, he lets out a hiss.

  I lick my lips as a drop of liquid appears on his tip.

  “Taste me,” he barks, sitting back on his heels.

  I move to my knees and dip my head, my forehead skimming his abs, and the clean, salty scent of him envelops me. I lick the pearly drop from his tip and he growls. Suddenly, a big hand grasps my hair tightly. I’m not expecting it, and a shiver runs through me as my subconscious registers my helplessness in this situation.

  For a split second, panic shows its face again. It’s the middle of the workday, and I’m naked with my two-hundred-pound client. He’s got me by the literal scruff of the neck.

  Another hand lands on my upper back, caressing me sweetly. “Such a good girl,” he whispers. “The coach is proud of you.” And just like that, I melt onto him, his cock sliding into my mouth. “Suck me, honey,” he rasps. “Take it all.”

  I moan as he fills my mouth, the heavy weight of him on my tongue. It’s a lot to handle, so I have to back off right away. The hand in my hair relaxes immediately. I take a deep breath through my nose and try again. His moan is so sweet that I want to hear it again. Relaxing my throat, I figure out how to take him deep. Before long we have a rhythm, his powerful body rocking forward, fucking my mouth in short strokes.

  The hand tightens on my hair, and I’m drowning in my own desire. Suck me, honey. The words vibrate through my core. Take it all. Nobody has ever said anything so wonderfully dirty to me before. I give a good, hard suck and his rhythm stutters.

  “Ungh,” he pants, cupping my chin and stopping me. “On your back now.”

  Dazed, I release him with a pop and blink up at him.

  “Glad you were into that, honey. But I have other drills for you. Okay?”

  I nod.

  “Say, yes coach.” He winks.

  “Yes coach,” I whisper, and he smiles.

  Then he reaches behind me and grabs my ass, which he then slaps. “Lie down.”

  Thirteen

  In a Minute, Buddy

  Matt

  Hailey spreads herself out on my bed, and I turn away for a minute just to calm down. I make myself busy kicking away my underwear and finding a condom in the nightstand. I open the packet and roll it down over my aching cock.

  I damn near lost it when she was giving me head. Every time she lifts those trusting blue eyes I get a little more turned on. Her gaze gets a little hotter every time I issue a command. Hailey wants me in spite of her nerves. And I can sense that she likes it a little dirty, but that the urge confuses her.

  Good thing her coach understands.

  I turn back to see her lying there, watching me with a heated gaze. As I move toward the bed, she shifts her hips and sighs.

  Gawd. The sight makes me crazy. I’m eager to please her, and a little nervous to have sex for the first time since my marriage ended.

  But I don’t let her know it. “Warmups aren’t quite done,” I say lightly. “Put your hands on your breasts.”

  She blinks.

  “Right now,” I order, putting a knee on the end of the bed. “Touch them.”

  She raises her hands and cradles her breasts in her hands, cupping their fullness. The sensation makes her sigh again, and my balls tighten at the sound.

  Easy, I tell my dick. Hailey isn’t the only one who needs firm guidance right now.

  “Tease your nipples,” I growl.

  She does as I ask, arching her neck and closing her eyes. Her cheeks are stained pink, and I have to wonder if she’s ever touched herself in front of a man before. And now I feel like pressing the issue. “Hailey.” Her eyelids fly open. I kneel at her feet, and nudge her ankles apart a few inches. My mouth waters at the sight of her wet pussy. “Touch yourself for me.”

  Her hands grow still on her breasts.

  “You heard me.” I reach up and take her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. Then I place it gently on her mound. “Show me where you want my mouth.”

  Her breath catches and she clenches her thighs.

  “Show me,” I coax. “It’s okay, you pretty thing. Touch yourself for me.”

  She swallows, and finally her fingers trace the pretty little triangle of hair between her legs. She eases her thighs apart, and then her fingertips dip down to slide over her clit. Then she checks my face for approval.

  I approve, alright. In fact, I can’t wait any longer. Leaning down on my forearms, I kiss the back of the hand that’s slowly stroking her clit. The scent of her arousal tightens my balls again. Jesus. I nudge her hand aside with my nose and lick up the center of her.

  Her moan is a sob. I take her thighs in both hands and deepen my kiss. My tongue slides without effort. She’s so wet and ready that my dick leaks in sympathy. In a minute, buddy. I’m busy here. Hailey gasps, arching off the bed, pressing her core closer to me, riding my tongue. It’s so hot that I break out in a sweat across my back.

  A minute or two later, and she’s close already. “Oh, no you don’t,” I chide, moving my kisses to the inside of her thigh. “Not without me.” Her legs try to catch me and hold me close, but I press her hips down into the bed. “Don’t get ahead of the coach,” I warn, just to keep things light. But I’m dying for it. I kneel between her legs and wrap my hand around my girth. Our eyes lock, and the fog is gone from hers. There’s just desire there. It’s beautiful.

  The anticipation is so sweet that I drag it out one beautiful moment longer. If anyone knows how fleeting intimacy is, it’s me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Hailey,” I say as I drag the head of my cock through her soft, wetness. “This is perfect.” Then I lean down and give her a quick kiss as I push myself inside.

  She moans as I fill her. I press back up again onto my hands, so I can watch. Maybe hockey players make shitty husbands, but I’m a great lover. I take a deep breath to keep control of my eager body. Then I give her a nice, slow thrust. Hottie squeezes her eyes closed with pleasure.

  “Look at me, baby doll. The way I’m looking at you.”

  Her eyes open again, and she smiles up at me. All her nerves are finally gone.

  “I love this,” I promise. I capture one of her silky legs under my arm and pick up the pace. “You feel like heaven, and you look like an angel all splayed out on my bed. You like my cock, don’t you.”

  It isn’t a question, but I get an answer anyway. “Yes,” she gasps as her back arches toward me again. Her fingers reach out to grip the comforter as I pick up the pace.

  “Come on my cock,” I urge her. “Want to feel you.”

  Her hands lift to my chest, and the slip of her fingertips over my heated flesh feels amazing. “I can’t come during sex,” she whispers. “But I still love it.”

  Seriously? I slow it down a notch and admire her gorgeous body beneath me. “How do you want to come, then? You want my mouth again?”

  “Don’t need to,” she says on a sigh. “It’s all good.”

  No way. I mean—some women aren’t able to get there. It’s just that I don’t think Hottie is one of them. “Okay,” I say, because I don’t want to pressure her. Then I pull out. “Coach wants you to roll over.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise, but her hesitation only lasts a fraction of a second. And when she turns, I groan at the sight of that killer tattoo all over her back. “You hot thing.” I lean down and taste the smooth skin of her shoulder. Then I lift her hips and slide inside again. My mouth is right at her ear now. “You make me crazy,” I murmur.

  She lets out a happy sigh.

  I slip a hand beneath her, right between her legs. “You taste so good right here,” I say as she grounds down on my hand. I give her a nice, dragging pace until her breath hitches. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me.”

  “Yes,” she gasps.

  “Ride my hand, honey. I need to come.”

  She fucks herself backward onto my cock and I have to grit my teeth as my balls tighten.

  “Oh,” she pants, and the note of desperat
ion in her voice is beautiful.

  I recite the first verse of the Canadian national anthem in my head to distract myself.

  “Maaaaatt,” she chokes out. And then I feel it—the first sweet pulse of victory. She moans and I curse as my control falls to pieces. I give it to her fast now, my body shaking with eagerness. I wrap my arms around her silky body and shudder as I pour myself out in several energetic bursts.

  My mind goes absolutely quiet then. We lay there, recovering our breath. I roll Hottie over and cuddle her, my eyes falling closed. I’m supposed to be napping, anyway. “I thought you said you never come during sex,” I slur sleepily.

  “Seriously?” Her voice is teasing, and she kisses my shoulder. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who has to fish for compliments after sex.”

  I open my eyes and smile at her, because she totally called me on my bullshit right there. But then the smiles slide off both our faces, and we’re left looking deeply into each other’s eyes. A different kind of warmth spreads inside my chest. “Everyone needs a compliment now and then,” I point out quietly.

  She tucks her cheek against my shoulder and sighs. “Well, I’m pretty sure I just paid you a big one. Talking about sex isn’t my strong suit. But everything about today has been amazing.”

  I stroke her hair, and she leans into my hand. I’d only had sex in mind when I sought her out today. But the peacefulness of this moment is just as rare, and it’s just as sweet. I’m getting something I didn’t even know I needed.

  “Question,” Hailey whispers after a while.

  “Mmh?”

  “Do you always hum ‘O Canada’ while you have sex?”

  I let out a very unsexy snort, and she giggles. “No. That was special. Only for you.”

  “I’m honored.”

  “Tonight when I’m singing it again from center ice, I’ll think of you.”

  “Wait!” Hottie sits up suddenly. “It’s game night? Holy crap. I forgot. Get up! You have to beat Dallas! I think you guys can win this one, especially if Coach Hal doesn’t monkey with the defensive pairings.”