by Linz Lenay
“Well hello to you to, handsome.” Her smile is so wide it looks like it's touching her ears.
“Bloodfeather. I've been without you too long.”
“Well as much as I would love for you to show me just how much you've missed me right here and now, we're out in the open and it's like fifteen degrees. I'm freezing my ass off. The same ass I've been working so hard on. Don't let those squats go to waste and let it just fall off.” She giggles as I run my nose against her neck.
“I don't know, you look like you could handle the cold a little longer.” She's wearing a green parka, tight jeans, boots that come up just over her ankles, and what looks like a very warm hat.
“Oh, I know you'd warm me up, but again, public parking garage. With cameras.”
“Security can have a show.”
“Yeah, no. America is not getting a show, you know how this ends up.”
I inhale against her neck once more before putting her back on her feet and unlocking the truck with the keys I thankfully put in my pocket before getting off the plane. She climbs in the driver's seat and turns it on, letting the air warm up while I go back to where I dropped my duffle and suitcase. I open the back door and set my things in, before going to get into the seat Dasia is occupying. She refuses to move.
“No. You've been traveling all day, you're exhausted, let me drive you home.”
Home.
I don't argue, I just go around and get in the passenger seat and put the belt on. Watching her drive my truck is fucking sexy as hell and I'm half tempted to make her pull over so I can have her on my cock that's been hard since I realized it was her.
“Stop looking at me like that.” She says glancing at me before returning her eyes to the road.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me alive. The Wolf can wait for his dessert.”
“Oh? Am I the wolf in this scenario?”
“You've always been the wolf, Sir.”
“The better to eat you and make you scream my name.”
She shudders and I watch her rub her thighs together. I have to adjust my cock, pressing down on it to relieve some of the ache. I'm not the only one that missed my little Bloodfeather.
“Dasia. Pull over.”
“Gaige.” She gives me a warning tone, but I want her and I get what I want.
“Pull. Over. Now, Miss.”
“Fuuuuuck.” she says under her breath and pulls into a small hotel parking lot. She gives me a look that says, are you happy now, eyebrow raise and all.
I get out of the truck, walk around and pull her out of it. I turn it off, taking the keys and grab her hand, making her follow me inside. I can't do what I want in the truck while in a very lit parking lot. I ask for a room, and luckily they have a king room open.
We get the key and head for the elevator, where I push her up against the mirrors, face first and press against her sex with my palm while I explore her neck with my lips. I tug on her ear with my teeth and mentally tell the elevator to hurry the fuck up.
The doors chime, letting us know we made it to our floor, and we hear a gasp from the hall. We both make eye contact with the little old woman who's caught us. I give her a wolfish grin, before picking Dee up and throwing her over my shoulder, carrying her giggling down the hallway. She smacks my ass just as I get to our door and swipe the key to open it. I walk to the bed and toss her onto it, making her bounce and laugh again. I crawl over her, going for the zipper of her coat first. I undress her all the way, only taking off my suit jacket. She's utterly bare on the white comforter and I spend a moment taking her all in. Committing this to memory, so I have it for the next time I'm on the road. She's flushed from toe to head, and gorgeous. How I got this lucky, I have no idea, but I know I'm not fucking this up. She's what I want, so I will work my ass off to keep her.
I start with her ankles, gently kissing each one, taking my time with her, torturing us both for a few moments as I work my way up to her breasts, only allowing myself a brief lick to her cunt.
“Gaige, please. I need you. Please.”
Something in her voice makes me lose my control. I need her just as much, and I unbuckle and push my dress pants, with my boxer briefs, down in a swift motion, not even worrying to take them all the way off. I thrust into her slick heat, making her and myself both inhale sharply. I adjust her legs, opening them further before putting my hand around her throat. She stretches her neck for me, encouraging me to take everything I want. I piston inside of her, squeeze her pressure points a bit to cut most of her airflow, and grab onto her ass with my other hand. When my middle finger brushes her crack, she tries to push but is so pinned down, my body isn't letting her. Knowing what she's asking for, I move the finger over her rosebud and push the tip in. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I push in a little further. We haven't gone past the second knuckle yet, but fuck do I want to add another in there. Really make her scream my name and beg for my dick. I wiggle the finger and her whole body convulses, her cunt milking my cock as I explode inside of her, our orgasm sneaking up on us. Her eyes are wide, mouth open in a silent scream, and a tear escaping her eye, but I know she's in bliss. This was just intense.
I lean over her, kissing the tear away.
“You okay, Bloodfeather?”
She nods, eyes closed now, big smile on her face. I touch my lips to hers before pulling out, immediately feeling the loss of her around me. I pull my clothing off the rest of the way and make my way into the bathroom, seeing there's a good sized tub. We seem to have gotten lucky with this room. Most of the places I'm used to staying, I'm lucky if I get a tub, let alone one I fit in. I start the water, getting it to the temperature Dee likes, and grab a washcloth to set on the edge of the tub.
I walk back into the bedroom and Dasia hasn't moved, smile still on her face, eyes closed. I pick her up in my arms and her blue eyes meet mine in a flash. I carry her back to the bathroom, setting her down on the counter.
I check the water and see it's just full enough to get in, so I coax her off the counter and climb into the tub, helping her to climb in after me, her back against my front. I kiss her shoulder and let the water run to fill the tub. We sit there in silence, just enjoying being back together after two weeks.
When the tub is full, I turn the water off and grab the soap provided by the hotel. I lather up her skin, making her moan when I run it over her breasts and between her legs. I don't let things go further though. This is more intimate than sex.
Grabbing the wash cloth, I wet it and clean the soap from her body. She squirms and pushes her pussy into my hand when I swipe back over her. This time I let the cloth go and push two fingers inside of her, palm pressing into her clit. I pump my fingers in and out in a slow torturous rhythm, building up her release little by little.
“Please.” She whispers, not wanting to break our silence but ease into it.
“Please what, Miss?”
“Please let me come. Make me shatter.”
I nip her should with my teeth, bringing my empty hand up to cup her jaw and bring her lips to mine. When they touch, I curl my fingers inside her and circle the heel of my palm into her clit. I speed up my rhythm, finding her g-spot and pressing into it on each pass. Her moans are getting louder and I'm swallowing them as I kiss her harder. Her hips start to move erratically and I know she's close to falling off the edge. I move my fingers to her clit, pinching it and her mouth falls open, my name coming out in a scream. I move my fingers back inside her, feeling her clench around them and prolonging her orgasm before slowing and letting her come down from the high.
“I'm going to have to clean you back up, after that.” I give her a teasing grin and she just snuggles her body further into me, my fingers still inside of her.
I gently pull them out and just hold her until the water cools. I step out first, drying off quickly and pulling the plug to release the water. Taking her hand, I help her step onto the bath mat and dry her off with another towel.
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p; I lead her out to the bed and pull the covers back, silently telling her to crawl in.
“But what about the dogs?” She says sleepily.
“They'll be fine. I'll text Karter and have him go over on his way to the gym in the morning.”
“What about your gym time?”
“We have tomorrow off, so I'll just go later. Now sleep, Dee.”
And she does. I watch her for a while, before falling into darkness myself.
Chapter Eleven
Gaige...
We made love all night, with cat naps in between. I just dropped her off at my place so she can check on work, and I'm headed to the gym. Karter should still be there, but he'll be halfway done with his own workout.
Pulling up to the arena, I park next to Drew's SUV and grab my bag. I'm about to swipe my access card when the door flies open, Lex coming out. I jump back in time, so the door doesn't hit me.
“Dude, what the fuck? Think you can watch how hard you open the door?” I tell him. I'm more stern than angry, but he gives me a look that says I need to watch my tone. I glare back.
“Oh come the fuck on. It wasn't that hard.” He rolls his eyes.
“Had I been one of the WAGs, and didn't get out of the way in time, you'd be looking at a hospital trip. That's how hard you opened the door.”
He glares, but doesn't respond. Instead he turns and heads toward his car. I walk inside and get to work. I let it go, there's no point in harboring the frustration. I focus on my sets, Karter and Kristof hang out, spotting me when I need it, but mainly just bullshitting. We make plans to go for lunch when I'm done. Monica is working, I check in with Dee and she's deep into her work, too, so us guys head to a local diner that serves all kinds of health food.
The thing I love most about Plate It, is that not only can you get foods that are healthy, but they actually taste good. They serve a pizza made from cauliflower, cashew cheese that has a garlic herb taste, guacamole for the sauce and topped with veggies. It's banging and if I order it, I don't share. The guys know this, Dasia knows it, as well. We eat, bullshit, talk shop, make a plan for our next practice, and Karter gets the bill before we can even argue.
We say our goodbyes, heading our separate ways. When I get home, I find Dasia on the back porch, back facing me, stretched out all over the loveseat. Tablet and phone on the rounded coffee table, laptop open on her legs, headphones in her ears, fireplace on low, with a blanket covering her jeans, and the dogs are spread out on top of each other on one of the couches. It's a picture perfect moment, and I just take a minute to take it all in. I can't wait until this is an everyday occurrence, coming home to her.
“Quit staring, creeper.” She says without looking back at me, typing and clicking away on the laptop.
“Just admiring the view. No need to go Bloodfeather on my ass.” I chuckle, walking around to the chair she's facing, looking out over the yard.
She pulls one of the earpieces out, letting it dangle over her chest and looks up at me. It's then I notice she's wearing reading glasses and a long sleeve that says 'If you don't like hockey, you're wrong.'
“How was your workout and lunch?”
“Always good on the workout. Lunch was delicious. I did bring you your own Veggin Pizza, since I devoured my own.”
“Have I told you how much I love you. You're a God.”
This makes me laugh and I get up to go get her a plate, kissing her temple before heading inside. I put a couple slices on a plate and grab her one of the coconut waters she loves from the fridge, a sports drink for myself, then head back out to feed my woman. Going off her reaction to me bringing her takeout, she hasn't eaten all day. When I get out to her, I see she has half a cup of coffee, that's probably cold, and two empty bottles of seltzer water sitting beside her tablet and phone. At least she drank something. I kiss her lips handing her the plate, setting her drink beside the empty ones, and sit back in the chair. She cradles the plate like a hoarder and dives into the goodness, moaning while her eyes roll back in her head. I have to adjust myself after that one. She's not making noises for me, but she's given me a semi-hard-on.
“How was your day?” I ask her.
“Productive. Didn't have to clean up a ton of press shit and I got a few more sponsors for the Valentine's themed charity.” She answers in between bites.
“That's great, babe!” I'm genuinely happy for her, since I know she's been working her ass off on the charity ball supporting Women's Infertility. There aren't many events out there that are for it, and I know it's close to her heart. She found this photographer that also donates to the charity, and it just so happens she lives in the same town as my cousins, so it was an easy conversation for her, since she likes to be personable with those she works with on these events.
“Thank you. It really is. Lendal is coming up next week to check out the venue with me, this way she can figure out the best lighting for photos. Since it's Valentine's themed, we were thinking of having both a prop photo booth, which she has a ton of props and a number for a local company that rents them out near here. Then we'll also have a separate backdrop for couples to take photos with her assistant while she takes candids around the ball. I have a fertility clinic near by that donated for the auction today. We've gotten the guys to sign pucks, sticks, jerseys, and tee shirts, so that's set. Gavin, Sid, and Forest all offered to auction off a date with them. Things are really coming together for this thing.”
I listen to her in awe, watching as she finishes not just the pizza but the coconut water, too.
“What about caterers? Does the venue already have one? What if we got some of the guys from the Griffins and even the Firebirds on board with a bachelor auction? Or just to donate signed memorabilia. The point is to raise money for the charity, plus this could be good PR for not only Women's Infertility, but everyone coming together to support the cause.”
“That sounds like a great idea! I'll add that on my list of things to do tomorrow, contact their offices and see what we can workout. As for the caterers, a local restaurant is giving us a big break. They're only charging us half price and asking us to donate the other half to the charity. You'll be my date, right? It's on an off night for both teams, which is a rarity.”
“Of course. As long as you dress up for me, Miss.”
She shivers, and I don't suspect it's from the cold. She tilts her head down, but her eyes lift to mine, an inferno burning inside them.
“Yes, Sir.”
She packs up her things, taking them inside while I turn the fireplace off and corral the dogs into the house.
We settle on the couch with some movies for the rest of the night, taking a break to cook dinner together.
The next few weeks before the charity ball go similar. Dasia spends as much time at my place as she can, but starts packing up her place when she's at home so she's ready to move in once we find a place. She accomplished a lot of that while I was on the road, only packing up things she knew she wouldn't need, like books, extra bedding, and knickknacks.
The realtor called a few days ago for us to look at a few houses in the area we're interested in, and Monday we're going to check them out. Tonight though, I have a beautiful woman on my arm, at an event that I couldn't be more proud of her for pulling together. She'll tell everyone that it was a team of people, but she's done the most leg work and she was the leader of the project.
“Dasia!” We're talking with one of the clinic owners and her husband, when someone screams Dee's name.
All four of us look in the direction the voice came from and see Eva running right toward us. I pull Dasia behind me, and glare at the woman who tried to blackmail us. Dee isn't having the protective alpha, so she moves beside me instead of peeking over my shoulder. I love that she's a badass, but Eva is unstable and unpredictable.
“Eva. You aren't allowed to be here. Why are you breaking the restraining order?”
“Oh, that silly thing is just a piece of paper. Dee didn't really mean it. We're besties.�
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Dasia snorts unhumorously, giving Eva an incredulous look, which is ignored.
“Since you're here too, Gaige, we can all work on a plan to get Drew back in my life. This baby needs it's daddy.”
“Eva. Are you even pregnant? Because you were drinking the night you told him, and let's face it, you don't have a good track record so far.” Dasia is blunt with her.
Eva glares at her then tries to get in her face, but Drew has come over and grabbed her by the shoulder to stop her from doing anything more stupid.
“I suggest you leave.”
“But Drew! I need you in my life. This baby needs you. We need you. Please, we can work this out. I'll be anything you want me to be. Just give me another chance.”
Drew's head goes down and I think he's going to give in at first, but he has a look of determination on his face.
“Eva, that's not going to happen. We are done. For good. If you really are pregnant with my baby, I'll fight you for custody. You need help. Serious help and I do mean mentally. Once you've proven you're far enough along or have the baby, I'll be requesting a paternity test, until then. Stay away from me, my friends, and anything having to do with the former. That includes this charity. Donate from afar if you want, but if you don't leave on your own, I'll call security to escort you off the property and you'll end up in jail for breaking the restraining order.”
She huffed and glared at him, then looked at us for help, crocodile tears starting to fall down her cheeks. I don't have any sympathy for her. She's threatened Dasia, she's highly unstable, and there's no room for that. When she realizes she isn't getting our help, her face goes red and her fists ball. I pull Dee back when I step further away from Eva and brace for her to go off.
