by Linz Lenay
Instead of answering, he lifts me and heads toward his bedroom. I wrap my legs around him, making me rub against his cock, and he has to stop a few times going up the stairs. We get to his California King sized bed, and he pulls the dark red covers down to lay me on the sheets.
I expect him to lie beside me or on top of me, but he goes into the connected bathroom and turns the shower on. It makes me giggle, knowing that it's probably of the cold variety.
“I hear you laughing out there! I'm trying to be a gentleman here and you're finding it amusing.”
I get up and walk to the doorway, seeing he's just stepping into the shower, letting me know that's how he heard my giggles. I watch him without speaking for a few moments, before responding.
“It is very noble of you to not ravish me right away. I'm still trying to get my head completely on board. Everything else is telling me that I need to give you everything, but there's a tiny part of my brain saying that we don't know each other well enough, that it's too soon. It's only been a couple days, though we've talked so much I feel like I've known you forever. I've told you I've only been with a few guys, and they all seemed bland. This connection I have with you feels inevitable, concreted into our journey, but I'm scared I'll disappoint you and that you'll see me as replaceable, when I can see myself falling for you hard and quickly without effort. You have the power to destroy me, so giving in seems like a temptation that might be painful.”
He listens to me as he cleans up, letting me talk and my words to sink in. All the other guys I've dated have listened halfheartedly and only taken in the words that they wanted to hear or the ones that benefited them, responding immediately and not thinking things through, barely understanding what I would try to tell them. Gaige is different. He shuts the water off, grabs a towel off the rack and captivates me with his bright blue eyes as he dries off, our gazes never wavering. He wraps the towel around his waist before coming over to me and cupping my jaw. I feel so treasured, while the way he's touching me is possessive.
“I know that we haven't known each other long, and that we both have different lives, but I can't let go of this connection, this feeling. I can already tell that if I let you go, it will crush me. I don't care if it's too soon or makes me sound like a pussy. I want to explore this, I want you, any way I can have you. I'll go slow, if that's what you really want, but why deny these feelings. Why not embrace them, guide fate to where we need to be?”
He has a really good point. I want to embrace everything I'm feeling. Can I show fear that I'm strong enough to overcome it? With everything I have I decide I need to do this for me. I can't allow what-if's to control my life.
“You're right. It may take a little time, but I want to embrace this and not let the fears I have take over. I'm not ready for sex today, but maybe soon.”
He nods against my forehead before kissing it, then lifts me into his arms to carry me back to bed. This time he does crawl in beside me and holds me until we fall asleep.
Opening my eyes to light coming through the sheer black curtains, I notice that I'm completely draped across Gaige. Sometime through the night, the pups also made their way to our feet, making it hard to move anywhere. Not that I want to, but my bladder is screaming at me, and I feel the need to brush my teeth. I try to untangle myself, but Gaige groans and holds me to him tighter.
“Babe, I need to move. Let me up.”
“Not happening, Bloodfeather.”
“I really don't want to pee the bed. I need to use the bathroom.”
He groans, squinting at me as he opens his arms to set me free. I go take care of businesses, borrowing his toothbrush so I don't have to go find my bag. I realize I'm still just in my long sleeve top, sans panties, and I blush as I finish up in the bathroom. I make my way back into the bedroom and notice Gaige is sitting on the edge of the bed, the dogs gone, and he's lost the towel he fell asleep in. When he notices I'm watching him, and that I'm bare from my hips down, I see his cock twitch. I bite my lip in response, which moves him into action. He gets up, moving to me quickly, his gaze eating me up and setting me on fire.
“We don't have a lot of time, but I need to taste you.” He says lowly as he lays me down on the bed and moves his shoulders between my legs.
I can feel that need, and I want it too. As he makes the first swipe up my center with his tongue, my hands make their way into his hair. He moans at my taste, and devours me; sucking on my clit, thrusting his tongue inside me, spreading me wider to get deeper. The closer I get to release the more I tug on his hair while lifting my hips to his face. He pins my hips down with those strong hands, and I whimper, chasing my orgasm. It doesn't take me long before I'm diving off the cliff, moaning with his name falling off my tongue. He doesn't relent though, prolonging this feeling of ecstasy. When I'm keening and can't take anymore, he slows and moves up my body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to my lips, where I taste myself.
I feel his hardness on my thigh, and I want it. I reach down to caress him, making his whole body shudder. I pump him a few times before placing his cock at my entrance. He's who I want, and even though I'm scared, I also know he will take care of me. We'll do this together.
“I don't want to push you, baby. Last night you weren't ready, we don't have to do anything now.”
“I want to. I trust you. We'll work through all of this together. I'm ready to embrace us.”
He rests his forehead on mine, eyes boring into mine as I lift my hips, rubbing his dick against my wet opening, teasing us both and showing him that I mean what I say. On one pass, he slips in, making us both hiss in pleasure. I raise my hips, pulling him in further, and he doesn't hold back, sinking into me. He stays still for a moment, just staring into my eyes, Cerulean meeting the ocean. His thrusts are gentle at first, but when I pull him harder into me, he seems to let his passion free. He pulls my calf up and pushes my leg into my chest, going deeper and making me lose my breath. When he knows I'll keep my leg still he lets go and moves his hand to cup my neck, his thumb falling on my pressure point. His eyes are asking if this is okay, and I answer by tilting my head back and pushing my neck into his hand. I've never played around with this kink in the past, but the thought of him controlling my breathing and air flow is making me soaked for him. My orgasm sneaks up on me when he adds more pressure and I let out a silent scream, his name a whisper with what breath I have left.
His hips are sporadic, no rhythm to his thrusts, before he stills and I feel him release inside of me, spurring on another orgasm from me, that again, I wasn't expecting.
He puts some of his weight on top of me, just enough pressure to remind me that he's there, but not crushing me. I wrap my arms around his neck and find his forehead with my lips.
I hear the doorbell go before we've had a chance to catch our breath. I don't know who he's expecting, but I'm pouting at them for ending our moment too soon. He groans, but pulls out of me and kisses my lips quickly, going to his closet to find sweats.
“I'll grab your bag from the spare room and you can meet us downstairs.” He says before starting out of the bedroom.
“Wait. Who's we?” He sheepishly turns around and gives me a smile.
“Uh, I forgot to mention it's my week to host brunch. A few of us guys all get together on Sundays, and have a homemade brunch. Sometimes we go out if we're on the road, but whoever was supposed to host that week usually pays. It's usually Karter, Ty Kaiser, Drew Hillman, Darman Hayes, and recently Kristof Aimes. Their significant others come once in a while, and today will be one of them, since they all know you're here. “
I look at him bewildered before walking backwards out the door. It's one thing to sit with the WAGs at the game and meet the guys after, but it's a whole new experience to be having brunch with them the day after we've met. I'm not even sure what I packed for clothes. Hopefully nothing slutty or homeless.
I'm still sitting and staring when he comes back with my bag, not that he was gone long. I tear through it looking t
o see what I brought with me. Thankfully I have black leggings and a long blue sweater to go over it, so that's what I change into before brushing my hair out and letting it fall loosely over my shoulders. I look casual and presentable. I don't wear a ton of makeup, so I just forego it for today.
I guess it's time to get to know the hockey family.
Chapter Six
Gaige...
Brunch is going great. Insert sarcasm. Lex comes with the rest of the gang, and though I like the kid, if he keeps flirting with Dasia, even after I've introduced her as my girlfriend and laid my claim on her, I'm going to set fire to him. Or better yet, put IcyHot in his jock cup. I've held myself back, trying to tell myself he's doing it to get a rise out of me, but he's really toeing the line. I made a massive amount of food with Dee's help. I know it won't go to waste, and hockey players, athletes in general, can put down some food. There's eggs, bacon, protein pancakes, sausage, and ham steak at Karter's request. We're done eating and just hanging out in the backyard enjoying a rare warm fall morning, when Lex decides to take his flirting too far.
“So, Dasia. What the hell are you doing with this old fool? You know us younger guys have more stamina.”
Before I can get out of my chair and across to where he's sitting, Dasia puts her hand on my chest and moves to sit on my lap.
“And you know that how I met Gaige was because I punch him in the face due to Karter's stupid pickup line, thinking he was the one to make it? I suggest you keep yourself in check before I sprain my wrist again and you have to explain to your coach and teammates that a girl kicked your ass.”
Up until now, we've both tolerated his flirting, since it seemed harmless, but now I'm wondering if we're going to have a problem this season with him. Lex was signed from a college team and was a high prospect last season. He seemed to fit in and play well on most lines when we've switched things up. His attitude has been that of a young kid finding fame, eating up the attention from the ladies that want to land a hockey player. The advice we all gave him was to focus on hockey and to wrap it up, because there were piranhas out there looking to trap him. I told him my story and I thought he understood. But this morning, it seems he's forgotten who he's around.
After Dasia puts him in his place, he makes an excuse to head out, claiming he has to go grocery shopping because there's no food in the house and blah blah blah. I think it's just him realizing we're not fucking around here. All the guys here are either attached or looking to settle down. Lex still wants to sow his oats, and at twenty-one, I don't blame him for not wanting to settle just yet, but he needs to respect those who do.
“Well that went swimmingly.” Drew comments.
I give him a look that says 'no shit' and we find a different topic. Chelle, Darman's wife, and Monica, Kristof's fiance, both start asking Dee about her job and how she likes it. It's safe and I get to hear my girl talk while I calm down. I have a feeling come drills in the morning, I'm going to remember today and ask Coach to put Lex on the opposite practice team, just so I can knock him into the boards a few times. Not enough to hurt him, we still need him, but enough to let him know I'm not fucking around and Dasia is mine to claim, not his. I'm a professional after all.
Dasia and I are cleaning up the kitchen, only Karter left to hang out, when the doorbell rings. Karter offers to get it, since my hands are elbow deep in suds while Dee dries, so I relent but tell him that if it's a door-to-door salesmen not to play the gay card again, and he agrees laughing as he heads for the front. One time a Jehovah's witness came to the door while I was getting dressed for a workout and Karter told them that he couldn't talk long because I was waiting for him in the shower. They told him that he was going to be judged into Hell and threw a few pamphlets at him. I didn't find out until I came down and saw him laughing hysterically against the door, the Lord's prayer in multiple forms laying at his feet.
“Oh hey! Gaige didn't tell me you were coming? Why didn't you show up for brunch?”
I hear Karter answer the door, but the other person is responding too quietly to know who it is. The next thing I know, my sister and her fiance, the very one I threatened, come into the kitchen laughing at something Karter has said.
“Hi!” She says excitedly, looking right at Dasia.
I haven't had a lot of time to talk to Sari, so she doesn't know about Dee and I. Shit. This might be bad. She may be younger than me, but she's just as protective over me as I am her, especially after what happened with Baily. She and her became very close, and I think she suspected her cheating on me before I did. Toward the end of my relationship, she kept talking about how girls love surprise visits and what not. I think it was her way of trying to get me to catch them screwing around on me.
Dasia looks like a deer in headlights, but catches herself quickly, smiling genuinely at my sister, before putting down the dish and towel she has in her hands.
“Hello, I'm Dasia, Gaige's girlfriend.” She extends her hand to Sari.
My sister ignores her hand and grabs Dee's shoulders, pulling her into a fierce hug, squealing and making us all cringe with the high pitch. Well this is going better than I expected. But I think too soon, because Sari pulls back and stares at Dasia with a look that would make a soldier cower.
“How long have you known each other? What's your story? Do you like any guys on the team? Are you looking to trap my brother?”
“Whoa, slow down, Sorry. Dee and I haven't known each other long, but that means shit to me. This isn't the Spanish Inquisition, and let me finish these dishes before you attack the woman I'm falling in love with.”
Dasia's eyes dart to mine, surprise in them, before they go soft and she pulls away from my sister to make her way back by my side.
“I'm falling for you, too, Gaige.” She says softly before kissing my lips gently, a smile on her face that makes my heart soar. I want to put it there every day, multiple times.
Sari makes her way to the breakfast bar and stares at the two of us, as we quickly finish up. She doesn't say anything else, but I can feel her thinking of all the things she wants to say. She's usually the type to strategize out a full plan before executing it. She owns her own business, where she goes in to other companies and markets for them. She's very successful and in high demand. She only started out two years ago, when she asked me to be a silent partner and investor. I haven't had to lift a finger and I trust her to tell me what's going on. She's gotten to the point that she's active in the company because she wants to be, not that she has to be. She has a very reliable team that she's hired within the last year because she grew to big to just have herself taking on clients.
Once Dee and I finish up, I turn to my sister, along with Oliver and Karter who've joined her at the bar with amused faces. They look like twins, it's creepy. They have some different features, Karter's nose has been broken a few times, and his curly dirty blonde hair is a mess compared to Oliver's clean cut almost white blonde. When I first met him, I was expecting pink irises, because he's also super pale, that he could pass for albino. But his eyes, like Karter's are a grey color and not even close to pink.
“Would you like a drink? I have coffee, orange juice, water, and Gatorade.” I ask the three of them. Only including Karter, to be polite.
“Sure, I'll take a cup of coffee, but that's not going to stall me. I want all the details.” She cringes after saying the last part. “Okay maybe not all the details. Some things are better left unknown.” She visibly shudders like she just had an ice cube thrown down her back.
I make her coffee, while Dasia gets out the pitcher of lemon water she made this morning and refilled, for the rest of us along with some glasses.
I gesture to the backyard when the coffee is made and we make our way out. When we open the door both dogs who've been playing nonstop this morning, jet to my sister and future brother-in-law. Monster and Sweetie each take a person to demand attention from and I see my sister fall in love with the black lab who's greeting her. He never jumps on her, but h
e sits on his butt and pulls his paws up in a begging position, waiting patiently for her to acknowledge him, and when she does, he gently paws her hand, careful not to hurt her.
“Oh my, look at how adorable you are. I just want to love on you all day!” She exclaims to him.
“Meet Monster, Dasia's dog. She brought him down with her from Lykan so she didn't have to get a dog sitter.”
“Hello, Monster. I bet you are all but your name.” Which makes Dasia laugh.
“Oh, don't be fooled, he can be a terror, especially when he was a pup and when I leave. I have the home camera system so I can talk and watch over him while I'm at work, and he will sing for hours after I'm gone. My neighbors complained at first, thinking there was a dying or abused animal left alone in my home, but once they met him and I installed the two-way camera, they learned to love him, too. But don't let him fool you, he may look sweet, but he is fiercely protective. I'm surprised he didn't bite Lex earlier, to be honest.”
