by Mignon Mykel
I fought the urge to close my eyes.
I was so fucking close.
I was so fucking close before she put her hand on me, before she put her tongue on me. I was ready to fucking explode.
On her tits. On her ass. On her stomach.
Fucking in her mouth.
She began to bob, pulling her hand down as she pulled up with gentle sucking. Again and again she did this and I had to concentrate on not coming. I needed this to last.
Finally, finally, Ryleigh took initiative and it was fucking glorious.
I needed this to last.
She pulled off me with a pop then ran her tongue up the underside of my cock. When she sucked my tip into her mouth again, she pulled back lightly with a soft kiss, pulling the head in and out of her mouth like she was sucking on an ice cream cone.
I was engorged and deep red, the tip nearly purple. I loved watching it disappear between her pink lips, but I seriously couldn’t last much longer.
Again, she pulled me deep into her mouth, squeezing with one hand fisted around the base. Just as she started to suck though, I could feel her other hand fondle my balls and just like that…
Just like fucking that, no warning, nothing I could do to warn her, I came hard into her mouth. The first spurt had my hips jerking, shoving my cock further into her mouth.
When she gagged, I let go of her hair and put both hands to her cheeks, trying to pull her off me. I tried speaking around my groaning as cum was pulled from my pulsing cock. “God, baby, I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head and held on tight, pulling back just enough to where she was comfortable, and fucking swallowed everything I gave her.
Fucking hot.
Ryleigh pulled back with another quiet pop, my still hard cock falling between us. She crawled up to lay over my chest and smiled against my lips.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
Fucking right, good morning.
I kissed her gently, all while thoughts of more mornings and the changes she brought out in my relationship style swirled in my mind. In a matter of two, three months, she’d come to mean something to me. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with that knowledge, and while I wasn’t ready to put a long-term label on it, I wasn’t ready to let it go, either.
Maybe this was what it felt like when you finally found something that was right.
I wasn’t going to think about this too hard. I was going to ride it out.
Before I knew it, we were both napping once again.
So comfortable.
Chapter Fourteen
It was noon before we got out of bed.
Thank goodness this morning’s practice was an optional pre-game one. As it was, my typical pre-game day ritual was not in place, but I wouldn’t trade last night or this morning for anything.
I pulled on a pair of sweats I’d left here the other day while Ryleigh went into the bathroom to pull herself together. While she did that, I moved to her kitchen to whip up some sort of protein filled food. I found eggs in her fridge and sausage in her freezer, so I pulled them out to make a quick omelet for the two of us.
“I was surprised you stayed this morning,” Ryleigh said, leaving her room and entering the open living area. She wore sleep shorts and…
Pretty sure that was my t-shirt hanging over her.
I folded the omelet and turned it, allowing it to cook a little longer. “I don’t think I’d have been able to get out of bed sooner than I did. You were all over me, Ryles,” I teased.
Her cheeks reddened to that delicious blush I so enjoyed putting on her face.
“All night and then again this morning,” I added. While the innuendo was the biggest thing prevalent, I was also referring to the way she slept on me, draped over me, entangled with me.
“No…” she pushed out.
“Oh, yes,” I grinned. I shut off the burner and found a plate, sliding the omelet onto it. I grabbed two forks and put the plate on the bar top counter. I circled the kitchen and met her on the other side, kissing her quickly before pulling out a stool and offering it to her.
“Besides, I was exhausted after this morning. I needed the extra rest to recuperate.”
“Don’t… Don’t tease like that.” She sat willingly in the chair. She was becoming more free in the bedroom, but she still had her prudent like comments. And quite frankly, I still enjoyed them.
“Not teasing,” I said, taking the chair next to hers.
I took a bite then motioned my fork toward her, urging her to dig in. With the side of her fork, she cut off a piece and brought it to her mouth. After chewing, she quietly said, “You’ve been leaving more and more of your stuff here.”
I shrugged and took another bite, letting the silence linger as I chewed.
Yeah, I had been.
It wasn’t something I really thought about; I just did it.
“It makes sense,” I said finally. “I’m here more than my place.”
Ryleigh cut off another piece, her eyes on her actions. “Just an observation.”
“So long as I get my clothes back.” I purposely locked my eyes on her chest, taking in the shirt that was definitely mine.
“Hey, now… I just borrow,” she said, a grin finally in her voice again. “They’re comfortable.”
We fell into an easy silence as we finished the omelet. Ryleigh stood and moved to the other side of the counter, offering me a glass of milk. I declined but watched as she filled a glass full.
I stood to bring the empty plate to the sink as she nearly downed the glass in one chug. When she was through, she put the now quarter filled glass down. I put the plate in the sink and just as she was about to pour the remaining milk down the drain, I held a hand out. “Hey, hey. Don’t waste that.”
“I’m done.”
I reached to take the glass from her and finished it. Placing the now empty glass in the sink, I turned and leaned back against the counter and pulled her between my legs. “Whatcha got on under my shirt?” I pulled at the neckline
“Noah!” I loved when she said my name that way, all playful and such, like she was trying to be serious.
“Ryleigh!” I mimicked. She slapped her hand down over her chest, trying to stop the pull. I gently pried her hand down with my unoccupied hand and pulled the neckline enough so I could peer into the gaping hole.
More lace.
“Damn, Ryles.” I let the neckline go only to try and pull the shirt up and off, wanting a good look at her bra.
“I’m going with you the next time you buy bras,” I stated, successfully disposing of my shirt from her body.
She scoffed and pressed her lacey chest to me. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
I moved my eyes from her lips to her blues, grinning slowly. “Why do you say it like that?”
“…because the harsh reality of the size of my hind-end would be laid out neatly in front of me.”
“You don’t have a big butt, Ryleigh.”
“Oh, but a flat piece of fabric in the size of my size ten ass certainly negates that.”
“Ten, ‘ey? What about up here?” I brushed my hands up her sides, stopping at the sides of her chest, my thumbs brushing the undercurve of her breasts.
“Not telling,” she murmured.
“I can look.”
“Just kiss me,” she demanded.
I really enjoyed her taking initiative.
Fuck if we were going to get anything done today. I would just stay in her bed until the game. Sounded like a good plan to me.
Chapter Fifteen
March was winding to a close. It was one of the last weekends in the month before the Enforcers were going for their last big push for mid-April play-offs.
After a lot of persuasion on Noah’s part, he and I arrived at his family cottage in the Upper Peninsula. I tried arguing it was too soon to meet his family, but Noah just found more ways to talk me into it. His biggest was that he hadn’t had the chance to see his family much this season and
if I wanted to see him for an entire weekend before the last play-off push, this was the only way to do it.
True, we spent more time together the last eight weeks than we did apart, but surely the pace we were on was quick, wasn’t it? I’d read about people in quick relationships, hell, even heard of old friends in high school with one, two month relationships, but I hadn’t understood the true likelihood of it.
I had a feeling that Noah was it for me. I had become engrained in his friendships, occasionally going over to his place to play cards or watch “manly movies”, as Nick called them, with his roommates. Noah was bringing me to Nick’s wedding and I brought Noah to Savannah’s housewarming when she and Jake moved. Everything felt so natural with Noah, but I couldn’t help but feel that it was fast.
After so long being single, my entire adult life really, the thought scared me to some degree. Just like meeting his family scared me.
It was so…
Real.
I sat in his truck, staring up at the cottage before us. It wasn’t what I was expecting, that was for sure.
“That’s a really pretty house.”
It was in a log cabin style, and was two stories. It was, in a word, gorgeous.
Noah nodded as he turned on the interior light to the cabin of his truck. “It’s nicer inside.”
I took a deep breath and reached for my seatbelt. “I’m kind of nervous,” I admitted.
“It’s just my family.”
“Just.” I repeated, pulling the belt off me completely. “You say it like there are worse things ahead of me.”
The man laughed at me before leaning in and kissing me gentle. “You only have to see them for an hour. My parents tend to head to bed about nine. And now that Nat and Joe have a family,” he said, referring to his sister and brother-in-law who he told me about on the eight hour drive up here, “they tend to head to bed about the same time.”
I couldn’t help the nerves that continued to rack my body. I looked down at my hands in my lap, worrying at my thumbnails.
Noah’s larger hand covered both of mine. “Why are you so nervous?”
I shrugged. “I’m not good at meeting people.” But he knew that. I shrugged again. “Not so great at the family thing, either.” He knew that too. One night we had been lying in bed talking when I told him about my never-been-there father and how my mother passed away, leaving me alone but for Savannah, a friend turned family. “I’m rusty,” I joked.
“You have nothing to worry about tonight. Tomorrow maybe,” he joked, but it simply caused anxiety.
“What do you mean?”
Noah chuckled and squeezed my hands. “I’m kidding, Ryles. It’ll be ok. Promise.”
We made it out of his truck; Noah grabbed our bags from the rear cab and walked me to the front door of his parents’ home. No sooner than he opened the front door and they stepped into the foyer, a little girl darted in front of me. I stepped back quickly, colliding with Noah. He dropped a bag to the floor and settled me with a hand on my hip. “That’s Kendall. She’s three,” he told me. He put the other bag down before stepping in more so he could close the door to the house.
I could do kids.
Following Noah’s lead, I toed off my shoes then followed him toward the voices in what turned out to be the kitchen, our bags still in the foyer. Noah announced our arrival.
Instead of his mother walking toward us, a woman who looked just like Noah walked toward us, a baby on her hip. Her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her face held little, if any, makeup.
Damn, she’s gorgeous, I couldn’t help but think. She must have been Natalie.
Apparently I said it out loud, as Noah chuckled and leaned into me, his voice low and for my ears only. “Now why’re you swearing?” He had once pointed out that I do most of my swearing when we were having sex.
Apparently I did it in the face of his family, too. Great first impression.
Feeling my face redden, I turned toward him and whispered, “Did I really say that out loud?”
He grinning wide and nodded before winking. “Softly, though.”
Thank God for small favors.
“She probably didn’t hear,” he said, relieving me.
“What are you two whispering about?” Natalie asked, now in front of us. She switched the baby to her other arm and held her hand out toward me. “I’m Natalie. Noah’s sister. And this is Nick; we’re ten months old.” Nick giggled as Natalie pinched playfully at his side.
I shook her proffered hand and smiled through the burning of my face. “I’m Ryleigh.”
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Ryleigh. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
I glanced over at Noah, not realizing he’d told his family that much about me, no more than I was coming up to the place this weekend with him.
To Noah, Natalie said, “Dad and Joe are playing cards if you wanted t join?”
Noah looked at me then shook his head in his sister’s direction. “Nah. We can go talk to them though.”
I didn’t realize I was afraid he’d ditch me. I was relieved he wasn’t letting me go to fend for myself around his family. Noah placed his hand on my lower back and we walked further into the kitchen, where a game of cards was being played between Noah’s mom, his dad, and Joe, Natalie’s husband.
“Oh, hi, sweetheart,” his mother said, looking up from her hand. “I’m glad you two made it up here tonight.” She put her hand down on the table and stood. She walked toward Noah with her arms outstretched, pulling her son into a hug. I watched as Noah dropped his hand from my back and wrapped his arms around his mother and kissed her temple.
“Hey, mom,” he said around a grin. He pulled back and kept an arm around his mother, turning toward me. “Mom, this is Ryleigh. Ryleigh, my mom.”
Mrs. Prescott stepped away from her son and reached for my hands. “Hello, Ryleigh. It’s so very nice to meet you.”
Smiling shyly, I let her grasp my hands. “It’s nice to meet you too. I heard stories of the family on the drive up.”
“All good, I hope,” Mrs. Prescott said, throwing a look over her shoulder that caused Noah to grin wider.
“Of course. I have no bad stories.”
“I’m sure,” Mr. Prescott said from his spot at the table. His grin was identical to his son, dimple in the right cheek and everything. Not leaving his spot at the table, he waved shortly toward me. “I’m Dad. I’d shake your hand, but Joe here likes to slide looks at my cards.”
Joe chuckled. “Since when? You’re the one with the bad hand.”
“Which you wouldn’t know unless you looked at my cards.”
“I didn’t look at your cards, pops,” Joe said with a wide grin, shaking his head.
Natalie laughed lightly. “Anyway… Joe and I have two more children. Kendall is almost three.”
“We saw her,” I said. “She was quick, but she’s adorable.
“Ah…” Natalie nodded a few times. “She’s supposed to be in bed and obviously was not. She was excited for her Uncle Noah to come.” She laughed lightly once again and shook her head. “And our other is Ben. He’s just about two. And he is in bed.”
It was a lot of information, but really nothing more than Noah had already told me. Still, I was starting to feel panicky.
Noah must have read it on me, because he stepped away from his mother and to me. “How about I give you a quick tour?”
Thankful for his insight, relief washed over me. “Yes. Sure, that sounds good.”
Taking my hand in his, he turned his attention back to his family. “We’ll be back.” Once we exited the hub of the house, he asked me quietly, “You ok?”
I nodded. “I am.” And actually, I was.
We made our way into the foyer, where he dropped my hand so he could retrieve our bags. He showed me to the stairs leading to the upper level, and after we climbed them, he showed me where the bathroom was as well as the other bedrooms. He then took me to his childhood bedroom, the room we
would be staying in, and deposited our bags.
“You can also just use the bathroom in here,” he said, pointing to his en suite.
I thanked him and went to my bag to dig out my bathroom kit. After I found it, I walked into his bathroom and took the time to brush my teeth. Finished, I reentered his bedroom to find him pulling my clothes from my bag and putting them into a drawer. I noticed his own bag was now empty, too. “Your sister’s kids are cute,” I said finally. “At least the two I met.”
Noah chuckled as he closed the drawer, our clothes put away for the weekend. “They’re a handful. Don’t know how Nat and Joe do it. I’m not sure I could even think about kids until I’m well into my NHL career.”
I nodded a few times, letting that knowledge wash over me. “I want kids,” I finally stated. “I’m not sure I’ll have them, though.” In truth, I wanted a handful. Enough to fill that beautiful house I wanted so badly.
“You’ll have them,” Noah told me. That was the end of that conversation, though, as he took my hand and we ended up back downstairs. On the way down, they had passed Natalie holding a now sleeping Nick as she went to lay him down for the night.
Noah and I made our way into the kitchen, the card game wrapped up. He pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling me into his lap. Initially, I was a bit uncomfortable at the show for his family, but when he pulled me back into him, my body relaxed.
Natalie rejoined the family, as well, and the Prescotts caught upon the events of the last few weeks. Intrigued, I simply sat and listened to their conversation.
Personal events ran into family events, which ran into holidays.
Holidays turned into sports, which, in a very quick change of subject, somehow turned into Natalie being pregnant.
“Again?” Noah asked. His face held a crooked half-grin.
“We’re pretty sure,” Natalie said with a nod.
“Dayum. You’re going to be the Brady Bunch.”
“Except not really,” his sister responded with that light, airy laugh she had.
“There’s just something about your woman being knocked up,” Joe threw in. “Isn’t that right, pops?”
Noah’s dad simply chuckled and mock saluted with an invisible glass.
