He nods, his hand moving faster with each stroke. This time he keeps his mouth shut, too busy concentrating on me to answer. Only grunts from him and soft moans from me fill the void.
I pick up the pace, spreading my legs wider for Carter. He needs to see me. See what he’s doing to me. I’m so fucking close to hitting the spot, my body trembles and grows warmer, the heat radiating through me in waves. My nipples are so hard they’re poking through my bra, outlining my shirt.
And then something unexpected happens. The bedroom door swings open. I look to my right in horror when I see Tyler, followed by Kennedy.
Tyler’s mouth opens in shock. “Shit. What the fuck are you guys doing in here?” He covers Kennedy’s eyes with his hand and turns her around so she can’t see Carter, which is a shame because his stick is something to admire. Though by the sound of it, Tyler’s is more than enough.
In one swift motion, I remove my fingers from my pussy and push down my skirt. This is awkward. Carter doesn’t have the luxury of putting on his clothes since his pants are on the floor next to me.
“Dude, what the fuck!” Carter lets go of his dick and raises his hands in the air. “Get out!”
“Kennedy, are you scarred for life?” I ask, trying not to laugh. But I fail.
I hear her chuckle. She has her back facing me. “No. I don’t think so. Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
We both know that is a lie. Compared to me, Kennedy is a good girl. I seriously doubt she has ever taken a strange man into another strange man’s bedroom to have a masturbation session. Unless she’s been hiding that naughty side from me after all these years.
Tyler covers the side of his face with his hand, staring at the ground. “We’re gonna go. You two have fun.”
He closes the door behind him, the sounds of his laughter audible from in the hallway.
Carter’s gaze shifts from the door to me. The intensity behind his deep brown eyes forces me to lock onto him, holding me in his clutches. We sit there for a few seconds, still attempting to catch our breath. This was awkward. Neither of us can deny it. A beat passes between us before we both follow Tyler’s lead and laugh uncontrollably until my stomach hurts and tears stream down my face.
“I can’t believe that just happened.” His voice is deep, modulated, and so damn sexy.
“Me either,” I choke out. “Do you think Tyler saw me? Oh, my God, this is…” I don’t finish the thought even though the word I am looking for is ridiculous. We are both completely fucking ridiculous. And perfect for each other. Two whackos.
“You covered up right away, so I doubt Tyler saw much if any of you. But I know for a fact Kennedy got a good look at me.” He shakes his head, smiling, and leans back against the couch cushions. “So, where were we before they interrupted us?”
“You can’t be serious.” I am somewhat shocked Carter is still into this after what happened only a few minutes ago.
“I don’t joke about pussy.” He grips his shaft and says, “Spread those legs for me.”
“If we do this, I want you to promise me one thing.”
“Fine. I’ll do what you like as long as I don’t go home with blue balls.”
“I want you to claim my pussy,” I say this with a straight face. Carter is having a hard time figuring out if I’m serious or screwing with him again. “That means you have to work for it. Are you in?”
“Of course,” he says as if I just asked him a dumb question. “I’ll play along if you do your part.”
“Meaning?” What is my part?
Still holding onto his very erect dick, he starts moving again, staring me down as he does this. “I need to see what I’m claiming. Give me some incentive. Now, finger your pussy and let me watch.”
I listen to him once more, obeying Carter instead of forcing him to submit to my rules. It’s a compromise. But I am still in control over my body. When we both finally come, I swear it’s the best orgasm I have ever had. Carter makes the sexiest sounds and the hottest facial expressions. Hands-down this is one of the best nights of my life. And he never even touched me. That takes some serious skill.
Carter is a keeper. I just hope he hangs around long enough to finish playing the game.
Chapter 3
Carter
After Sydney had dared me to claim her pussy, I was more than happy to accept the challenge. But she has not made this easy for me. While I love the chase, my hand is fucking killing me from jerking off so much. And I need my hand to play hockey, so yeah, that’s not really working out too well for me. Not like my game is on point for the next season. I sucked ass all summer, which is only a continuation from the past year.
Standing in front of the net in full gear, I sink into position. With Tyler skating toward me, getting fancy with his puck work as he moves the puck from right to left in front of him, I know what’s coming. Even though I know what he’s doing and have seen him do it a thousand times, my response time is off. He dekes left, and I move right, assuming that’s his end game. But, as usual, he plays me.
Tyler smacks the puck into the net, just missing the post, leaving me feeling like a dumbass, once again, as he celebrates his victory over me. Tyler is the best center in the league and the highest paid for a reason. He never lets me forget it, the cocky motherfucker.
I also think it’s because the Flyers could not afford to let him go after all the offers started pouring in from major contenders. But he’s either too stupid or too loyal to leave the team he’d grown up to admire. I would have left the second the Penguins offered the salary they threw on the table at the start of last season.
Pittsburgh is still within driving distance for his family, but I know the real reason he stays local. He has a son he had given up for adoption when he was still in high school. He’s a good guy, still regrets the choice his parents forced him to make and visits with his son once a month. Too bad the kid has no idea he’s his father, which makes the entire situation even harder.
Since Kennedy has come into his life, I see a serious change in Tyler’s behavior. I miss my wingman, but I’m also happy that he’s finally moving on with his life. Tyler dwelled on the past for as long as we have known each other. It’s nice to see him with a smile on his face, and not one of those forced smiles he gives most of the time. A real one that makes me think he has a chance at moving forward with his career and his life.
Now, if only I could do the same.
Tyler stops next to me, and I take off my helmet, waiting for him to lay into me once again. But he doesn’t. At least not this time.
“Hey, man, don’t worry about it.” He smacks a gloved hand down on my shoulder. “You’re just off your game. It’s probably from lack of oxygen to your dick.”
I laugh at his snide comment because there is some truth to it but also kind of sad. “Yeah, Sydney is fucking killing me.”
“She’s brutal. If Kennedy did that shit to me, we would not be together right now.”
“You had Roxie cock blocking you instead.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “Roxie knows not to get in the way of my pussy anymore.”
The first time Tyler tried to have sex with Kennedy, his dog had gotten in the way. Roxie is still a puppy and requires a lot of attention.
“What are you losers talking about?” Parker asks, skating toward us without his stick.
Tyler turns to face him, his body angled between us. “We were talking about how Donovan can’t get Sydney to fuck him. I swear either his hand or dick are going to fall off before she does. Wanna throw some money down on it?”
“Yeah,” Parker says, looking away, laughing. Then, his gaze travels back to me. “The good ones are harder to get into bed. I learned that with Charlotte.”
“Dude, it took you less than a week to hook up with Coach,” Tyler says, tapping Parker in the arm and he smiles. “Our boy has been getting off on Sydney for a week, and she still won’t let him touch her. She’s a fucking cocktease.”
“Don’t
talk about Sydney like that,” I say, shoving him. I’m surprised how much I have grown to like her, despite all her rules.
He loses his balance but regains it fast. “Dick!” Tyler shouts at me. “Just because you’re having girl problems doesn’t mean you need to take it out on the team or me. Get your shit together, man. I’m going to hit the shower.”
Annoyed with me, Tyler skates off. Some days, I think he has just as many mood swings as a pregnant woman.
“You like her, huh?” Parker asks me as we skate away from the net.
“Yeah, she’s…weird. I kind of like that. I never met anyone like Sydney before.”
Our teammates are making their way off the ice and toward the locker room. As the captain, Tyler usually stays behind until we finish practice, but he's a jerk today for whatever reason. He must have gotten into a fight with Kennedy or missed a morning BJ. Who the fuck knows. I don’t care. I have enough of my own problems to deal with.
“I felt the same way about Charlotte when we first met. She called me out on my shit so many times. We didn’t even get a long at first. Charlotte thought I was some spoiled brat who had his career handed to him on a platter and didn’t want to work for it. She hated me until I convinced her I wasn’t the asshole the newspapers made me out to be.”
“She was wrong about that,” I tell him, exiting the rink. “You’re not so bad.”
“Yeah, but she didn’t know that in the beginning. Most people thought the same thing about me. I had to work hard to get everyone to overlook all the scandals and women. What I’m trying to say is that the good ones make you work for it, and if she’s worth the wait, then don’t listen to Kane.”
Tyler is about as pussy-whipped as a man can get. And the same goes for Parker. Those two have morphed into different people since they met their women. Maybe I should take their advice if I want to get Sydney into my bed before my hand or dick falls off. I still can’t believe Tyler said that. He’s right, though. I can’t take much more of the torture. It’s messing with my head and my hockey, and I can’t have that shit in my life.
“Sydney put on a show for me the first night we met, and then wouldn’t let me touch her. It’s one of her rules. She has a lot of them for some reason.”
“Okay. That’s weird.” Parker looks at me confused. “I don’t even know what to say about that.” He takes off his helmet, his eyes focused on the entrance to the locker room as we walk down the hallway. “Kane told me all about what happened with you and Sydney the night of the last game of the Finals. Your girl sounds like a freak. Not gonna lie. But it might be worth the wait. That’s all I’m saying. I practically killed myself to get Charlotte back. I’m never letting her go again. It’s hard to find a girl who will challenge you. Maybe that’s what you need.”
I cannot believe I’m getting relationship advice from Alex Parker. Before he met Coach, everyone knew him as the most scandalous player in the league. His last incident the media had called Puck of Shame after he staggered out of a dorm room at Georgetown University and got his ass traded to Philadelphia. Well, the sex scandal involving the granddaughter of the Washington Capital’s team owner is what landed him here. But he had a never-ending string of publicized drama for years that earned him a serious manwhore reputation.
Now he’s lecturing me, of all people, about women?
If anyone knows how to keep their nose clean, it’s me. Ever since I entered the league six years ago, I have worked my ass off, tried my hardest to keep up my save percentage. Hockey is my life. Women are not part of that equation. Or at least not long-term. A puck bunny or model here and there is fine. Maybe a stripper or two on occasion. They keep me satisfied and don’t require much hassle. But Sydney is doing a fucking number on me.
After I take a shower, I talk to my coach about how I can work on my game. It has been shit for so many months I have no idea what happened or when it started. All I know is that one day I was killing it, my save percentage was off-the-charts, and then the next, I was missing pucks left and right. Now that I have Sydney fucking with my head, the constant blue balls and games are killing my mojo even more.
Tyler left the Flyers’ practice facility in a rush, ignoring me on his way out of the building. He really needs to work on controlling his moods. I’m used to his temper tantrums. They don’t last long. And Parker was meeting Coach for lunch at a restaurant downtown. Luckily, I have a date. Or at least I think I have a date. I never know with Sydney. She keeps me guessing and on my toes.
Sydney invited me over to her apartment, said she had a surprise for me. That surprise had better be her spread eagle, waiting on her bed, and down to fuck. Because I can’t have my arm going numb again during practice.
On my way over the bridge from New Jersey and into Philadelphia, a call comes through the Bluetooth speakers in my Hummer. I glance at the Caller ID. It’s Sydney.
“Hey, Princess. I’m on my way over.”
“You know, Carter, if you insist on calling me Princess, I will continue to call you big guy.”
As much as I hate that nickname because it reminds me of bad memories from my childhood, I don’t mind it as much when it comes out of Sydney’s mouth. It’s more of a term of endearment.
“You can call me whatever you want as long as you let me kiss you.”
“Carter,” she breathes into the phone, “you know the rules. But how about a trade?”
I smile. “What do you have in mind?”
“The purpose of this game is for us to get to know each other better. So, how about you tell me something about yourself that I want to know, and you get to kiss me.”
“What do you want to know?” I roll my eyes and hold my breath for her response.
This is the reason I never get too close to women. They always want to pick my brain, figure out why I’m still single, and why they never see me with other girls. I’ve been photographed with a puck bunny here and there, but never the same girl more than once. Just like Sydney, I have my own set of rules that I am breaking by pursuing this weird ass relationship with her.
“Your tattoo. I want to know more about it.”
“I hate talking about myself.” And I do. Shit. She’s barking up the wrong tree with this question. Some secrets need to stay buried, locked away inside forever, and the meanings behind my tattoos are among them.
“You give a little, and I will give a little. It’s a compromise, Carter. Do you want to play the game or not?” She sounds annoyed, and a pissed off Sydney will probably fuck the rest of my day up.
Why do I like this woman? She’s fucking crazy. Oddly enough, her insanity is what piques my interest, leaves me wanting more. I could find another girl, a puck bunny or some willing participant to have a night of meaningless sex with, but I want Sydney. She’s the kind of crazy I need in my life, I guess.
“Fine. One question. That’s all you get.”
“See, that wasn’t so hard, big guy.” Her mood changes in an instant. “I’ll see you when you get here. I have to take a shower and get all pretty for you.”
“What’s the point? You’ll just get dirty again when I’m done with you.”
She laughs, and as she does, her deep laughter fills my car, creating an echo. “You’re hilarious. One kiss is not going to lead to the shower, darling, so you can get that out of your head right now. I get one question and answer, and you get one kiss.”
“Deal,” I say, grinning like an idiot. Who would’ve thought I would be this excited about a fucking kiss. She didn’t say what kind of kiss, so that part is still open to interpretation. “I’m in Philly now. I’ll be at your apartment soon. No time for a shower, Princess. You’ll just have to wait for me to get there.”
She snorts into the phone. “I suppose I can wait until after you leave.”
As I make a right toward her building, I shake my head. She’s such a pain in my ass. “Planning on throwing me out when I get there, I see.”
“No, of course not. I have to make some use of yo
u before I send you on your way.” She chuckles, thinking I can’t hear. But I can. I want to flip her over and spank her tight little ass for that comment. “Well, I’m hanging up. I need to look presentable by the time you get here, and what I have on will not do.”
“You would look sexy in a trash bag.” I say the words and mean them. Sydney Carroway is runway model hot. In fact, she’s even hotter than some of the models I’ve taken out for a test drive. “But I’d rather see you with nothing on.”
Just thinking about her pussy makes my dick hard. I’ve seen it from a distance. Still, it’s not the same as spreading her open with my fingers. I had to watch her do it for me. We haven’t touched once, not unless you count the few times I brushed up against her or cupped my hand on her shoulder. The wait is driving me crazy.
“You’re cute, Carter. I’ll see you when you get here.”
Then, the line goes dead. Sydney hung up on me. The music I had on before her call blasts through the speakers, snapping me out of the trance Sydney had me under. But she has me. I’m so fucking hers and ready to claim her.
Chapter 4
SYDNEY
Carter Donovan has no idea I am messing with him. I bet he thinks I’m an evil witch, toying with his dick along with his emotions. Maybe I am, or at least to some extent, but damn him for shaving his beard. I’m still pissed about that. When I walked into Tyler Kane’s house last weekend, he was dressed in gym clothes and had only a tiny bit of facial hair. I was disappointed, to say the least.
I was hoping to kick things off with his face shoved between my legs and that stubble rubbing against my skin. Over the past two days, Carter has called non-stop. He even sent flowers and gifts to my apartment. To be honest, I was shocked to receive such lavish presents from him. The Chanel sunglasses were a bit overboard, but at least I know he has good taste. And that’s an important quality in a man who I am considering dating.
Flipping through a magazine on my couch, I wait for Carter to knock on the door. He’s twenty minutes early again, same as last time. I didn’t even have a chance to hop in the shower before he said he was almost here.
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