I stop pacing. “Yes, but I’m so scared.”
“Hey, it will be okay. Hudson isn’t going to push you into anything you don’t want to do. If that was the case, he would have left a long time ago.”
“You’re right. I’m just nervous.” I can feel my hands shaking, thinking about what might happen.
“Look, everyone has their first time, but you have an advantage that others don’t have.”
“What’s that?” I have no clue how I can have an advantage. I’m a twenty-four year old virgin.
“You’re not some awkward teenager in the back of a Jeep. You’re not with some guy who has braces. You’re in Paris with a Stanley Cup Champion and captain of the Portland Vikings. On top of all that, he loves you. Now, go put on some sexy lingerie and get laid.” She hangs up.
I roll my eyes at the phone. As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. Hudson won’t force me to do anything that I don’t want to do. I hear the bathroom door open, and Hudson comes out. He’s wearing a pair of boxer briefs, and they’re hanging low. I feel my mouth go dry. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen him in them, but something is different. I’m different.
Being with Hudson has given me confidence. Even though I still blush, and Hudson and I have only touched each other, but gone no further, I still feel like I’ve grown.
“Baby, you okay?” He asks softly, taking my hand, and kissing the inside of my wrist. I love the shiver that goes through me when he does that.
“I’m fine.” I kiss his lips. “I’m going to get ready for bed.” I grab my small bag and head to the bathroom.
I stare at myself in the mirror. My hands are shaking a little, but I manage to strip out of my clothes. I put on a pair of lace boy shorts and matching bra. They are hunter green, and bring out the color of my eyes. I fluff my hair and spray a little bit of perfume. I close my eyes, counting to ten. I say a silent pray that I won’t pass out. I slip on one of the hotel robes and open the door.
Hudson is sitting at the end of the bed, flipping through the channels of the TV.
“There is nothing on TV,” Hudson says before turning off the TV. “Ready for bed?”
I nod. He stands and turns down the covers. I haven’t moved from my spot.
“Ellie, are you sure you’re okay?”
I stare at his chocolate brown eyes as he comes closer to me. I step up to him and gently kiss his lips. I push my fingers through his hair, and he moans. He grips my hips, pulling me closer to him.
“What was that for?” He asks breathlessly.
“For being amazing. I know we started off rocky, but thank you for loving me.”
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you then? You gave me a second chance.” He kisses my lips. His tongue dances with mine. I can feel my body heat rising as he runs his hands up and down my back. Once we break the kiss, we stare at each other.
I love him. I smile at him as he looks at me, like I’m the only person in the world. He heads over to the bed and slides in.
“Ellie, are you just going to stand there all night?”
I shake my head as I head to my side of the bed. He’s lying on his back, not really looking at me. I don’t know where the confidence comes from, but I untie the robe and let it drop. I crawl into the bed next to him.
He rolls over and turns the light off. We kept the curtains open and the city lights dimly illuminate the room. I don’t know how to start this. I don’t know what to say. Lacey says that I have the advantage, but I think she is wrong.
“Ellie, baby, um, what are you wearing?” I see Hudson prop up on his elbow. I look at him and touch his face.
Lacey’s right, I do have the advantage. Hudson loves me. He would never force me into anything, and I know that. I’ve never felt this comfortable around a man before. I lean up and kiss him. I kiss him hard and push for him to lay down. I climb on top of him, straddling him. The heat of his body and mine is like a fog around us. I begin to rock against him, and I can feel his hardness between my legs. Hudson flips us back over, moving from my lips to my neck. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“Hudson,” I pull him back up to my face.
“What?”
“I don’t want you to stop tonight.”
“What?”
“I want you to make love to me tonight.” Through the dim lights, I can see Hudson’s face, but can’t read his expression.
“I told you I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Hudson says quietly.
“You’re not asking me. I’m telling you that I want to, and I want you.”
“Ellie,” he whispers.
“No, Hudson I mean it.” I touch his face and run my hands through soft, shaggy hair. “I’m with the man I love, and in Paris. I don’t think it could be any more perfect. Please Hudson. Please make love to me.”
“Baby,” he pecks my lips, “you never have to beg for me to make love to you. If you’re sure, then we will, but you can say stop at any time, okay?”
“If I mess up, let me know,” I say quietly.
“You could never do anything wrong. I love you.” He kisses me.
I feel his hand creep up my side. He cups my breast and plays with my nipple through my bra. He breaks our connection and kisses down my neck. He pulls down my strap, nipping my collarbone.
He stops and looks at me. He sits up on my haunches, and pulls me up. His fingertips lightly trace under my bra, then to my back, and he unhooks it. This isn’t the first time he has removed my bra, but I know what is coming next. He lays me back down. He kisses down my stomach to the top of my lace boy shorts. He hooks his fingers around the band and pulls them down.
I can actually feel the ache for him. I want him. I want to feel all of him. Once I’m completely naked, I sit up, pulling him to me. I wrap my legs tightly around him. I can feel him, but I need more. My hormones officially take over. I pull at his boxer briefs, taking them off. I hear him groan, as I stroke him. The feel of his heat in my hand, turns me on more. Hudson removes my hand and pushes me back down to lay on my back. He gets out of the bed, and I see him go to his bag. I hear the wrapper, and I assume that it’s a condom that he is putting on.
“So, I guess you predicted that this would happen?” I giggle when he crawls back in bed.
“Nope. However, you taught me to be prepared.” He hovers over me and looks at me deeply. “Are you sure?” His voice is soft, and I know that he truly cares about me.
“I’m sure that I love you and care about you.”
“I’ll go slow, he whispers. With his words, my legs open further, as he gets closer to me. I feel my heart race in anticipation of what is about to happen. “Relax,” Hudson orders softly.
Instantly, I slow my breathing. He kisses the side of my neck. I shiver under his lips. I feel him closer to my middle. My breath catches as he pushes in. The pain shoots through me, and I dig my nails into his biceps. He pulls back out, and then pushes in again. The pain is still there.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. Lacey had told me long time ago the pain doesn’t last. Hudson repeats his move, and I know that he is fully in me. The pain isn’t as intense as the first push, but I can still feel it. Hudson rocks again and again. Slowly, the pain leaves, and I feel the pleasure. I relax around him.
“Ellie,” he moans, and I arch my back. He pushes deeper, and I moan his name. I can feel myself tightening up around him. My breath becomes more ragged as Hudson says my name again and again. I dig my nails deeper into his arms, as I say his name.
Hudson loses the control that he has and slams into me two times, and I feel my body release with his. Hudson slows his movements and looks as me. There is a thin sheet of sweat between us. His eyes are full of love, as he grins.
“Are you okay?” He pulls out of me, and there’s a small shot of pain again.
I nod. Even though there was a little pain, I feel sore. A strange feeling comes over me. I just had sex.
/> I had sex with Hudson King, the love of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hudson
With the curtains open, the sunlight streams through the windows. Ellie is sleeping on her side with her back to me, her bare shoulder peeking from underneath the covers. I love her. It’s as simple as that. And to know she trusts and loves me enough for her first time making love to be with me, I’m grateful to have her love. I remembered her joke about Paris, but that wasn’t my intention for bringing her here. Ellie has always wanted to visit this place, and I knew that I could make that happen for her. That’s why we’re in Paris. I want to give her everything she wants because she deserves the world, the moon, and the stars. She should have it all if she wants it.
I place my hand on her hip above the blankets, then lean forward to kiss the top of her shoulder. When she hums, I say softly, “Good morning, beautiful.”
Ellie looks at me from over her shoulder and grins. “Morning.”
Chuckling, I tell her, “I love your ridiculous bedhead.” Her hair is all over the place and while she looks a little crazy, she looks adorable too.
“Um, thanks?” She giggles.
“You’re welcome.” I wink at her, causing her to laugh again. “How are you feeling this morning?”
She wiggles to lay on her back, my hand moving to her other hip to rest as I use my other to prop my head up. Ellie smiles and says, “Good. How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good.” I lean down to kiss her. “What’s on our agenda today? Shopping or more sightseeing?” So far, Ellie has had complete control over our activities. This trip is for her, and I want her to do and see everything she wants while we’re here. Who knows when we’ll be able to make it back to Paris.
“What do you want to do?” She asks.
“Whatever you want to do.”
Ellie becomes somewhat serious. “Hudson, I told you that we would do whatever you wanted today.”
“And I told you that as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. If you really want me to choose, then I would like to take you shopping.”
A slight frown appears on her face. “Do your silly rules apply here too?”
“Absolutely,” I chuckle before kissing the corner of her mouth, causing her to smile.
“How about today we go shopping and tomorrow, we take the day off.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
So that’s what we do.
A few months ago, I was on the verge of throwing in the towel. I was tired of relationships going nowhere. I wanted a meaningful, full of love relationship with someone, but I didn’t really know who I was looking for until I met Ellie. I love her, my family loves her, and she’s simply perfect. We’re in Paris, we’re in love, and we’re happy. There’s nothing more I could ask for than that.
Acknowledgements
We would like to thank our readers for joining us on this new series. We hope you’ll enjoy these captains as much as we have.
A huge thanks goes to our betas, Andrekia, Beth, Louise, Lucy, and Michael for taking time out of your schedules to read this book and provide great feedback.
We would like to thank Bailey Ardisone for taking the time to create a beautiful cover for us.
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About the Authors
Lindsay Paige is a romance author from North Carolina who has published seven books on her own. She is a huge hockey fan of the Pittsburgh Penguins and loves to play tennis. When not writing, Lindsay is focused on completing college.
Mary Smith was born in Chicago, Illinois, but currently lives in West Virginia. She is an avid reader, co-founder of Book Nerds Across America, and author of the Ice series and Always Forever. She goes nowhere without her cell phone or Kindle. Mary loves anything to do with Chicago Blackhawks, Patrick Sharp, or is hockey related!!
Despite their love for different teams and players, Lindsay and Mary write hockey romances to vicariously live through their characters and their experiences with these hot hockey players. Together, they have also written The Penalty Kill Trilogy.
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A Hockey Player’s Proposal
Oh Captain, My Captain presents Brody Ross of the Indiana Mustangs.
Brody Ross was one of the youngest captains in the hockey league. His one and only goal is lift the Cup over his head. That is until he moved next door to Selene Porter. When he approaches her with a proposal, their friendship takes a turn. However, it comes at a price when an ex-flame appears in the picture.
Selene Porter has two loves: her dog, Bonkers, and hockey. She’s been a lifelong fan of the Indiana Mustangs and their Captain. She refuses to let anything take away what means so much to her and Brody, his career, and his old fling has her wondering if love is worth the risk.
With the unwanted presence, can Brody and Selene stick together or will Selene back out of the proposal?
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