“I’m taking that as a yes,” I whisper against her lips.
She takes a step back. She keeps staring at me. Selene looks around like she’s in a dream. Then I can tell she is thinking about something.
“Selene?”
“Okay, if you want to do this crazy idea, we need some rules.”
“Do you mean like: you bring the wine, I’ll bring the condoms?” I chuckle.
“Oh my God, you’re such a guy,” she mumbles. “That’s not what I mean. I meant like, we can’t get jealous if either one of us stops this and dates someone else. This is a sex-only agreement. We’re not a couple or anything like that. Agreed?”
“Sounds perfect.” I extend my hand out to her. She nods and shakes it. “Okay, are you ready right now?”
“Seriously?” She puts her hands on her hips.
“Well, I’m not doing anything, and I can see that you’re not doing anything either, so,” I trail off.
She huffs. “Give me a minute.”
I nod and sit down at the table. I watch her head out of the kitchen and go to the bedroom. I can’t believe what just happened. I went from thinking she was a stalker to having a new fuck buddy. If she was a real stalker, she would have reacted differently. I’ve been around crazed fans enough to know.
This day might not be such a loss after all. Bonkers is at my feet, looking at me. I think about the dog I had growing up. He was my best friend. My brother and I were always playing with him. It broke my heart when he passed away.
I glance out the patio doors and see the beautiful bright sky. I start thinking about this season. So many things have been going so good for me. I just need to win the Cup. I’d do anything to hoist it over my head one more time.
“Brody.”
I turn at Selene’s voice and stop. “Holy shit,” I breathe out. I wasn’t wrong. She’s stunning. Her sunkissed skin is highlighted against the navy blue lace bra and panties. She has a perfect hourglass figure. Her thighs are a little thick, but I like that. Selene is nothing like Jessica, who was a stick. Selene’s body is a dream.
“Ready?” She pops her hip out a little when she places her hands on them.
“Hell yeah.” My dick grows tight as I capture her lips with mine. “Where’s the bedroom?”
She gives me a sexy smirk, taking my hand, and leading me up the stairs. My eyes are glued to her ass. I can’t wait to be inside of her. When we walk into the bedroom, it’s bright pink and purple. It looks like it belongs in some type of girly magazine. Bonkers runs past me and jumps on the bed.
“Bonkers, out,” I command, and the dog obeys. I shut the door.
“That damn dog listens to you better than me, and he’s my dog,” Selene says, shaking her head.
“I told you it’s all in the voice.” I grip her hips and pull her to me.
She runs her hands up my chest and rests them on the back of my neck. Her nails dig in. She gently bites down on my bottom lip. God, I like a woman that takes charge in the bedroom. Selene pulls my jacket off and tugs on my shirt. I break our kiss and take off my shirt when I hear her gasp.
“What?”
“Just admiring the view.” She’s staring at my abs. I chuckle as I undo my pants and drop them. I’m so horny, I just want to be in her. She grabs my hand and leads me over to the bed. Selene pulls my boxers off and begins to stroke me. Her hand touching me makes me close my eyes and groan.
She keeps it up for a few more strokes, and then lets go. She steps back and unsnaps her bra. I stare in disbelief as she confidently removes her lace panties. Selene is the whole package of beautiful. My mouth goes dry, and I don’t think my dick can get any harder.
“Like what you see?” she asks, looking at me through hooded eyes.
“You have no idea,” I say truthfully.
She gives me a small smile and blush highlights her cheeks. Then she lightly pushes me on the bed. I sit down and scoot back towards the headboard. I could get used to letting her have all the control. It’s a different role than the way I’m with other girls. She straddles me, driving her tongue in my mouth. Unlike Jessica, Selene does it lovingly. She must have brushed her teeth when she was getting ready because I can taste the mint of her toothpaste.
She kisses down my neck and my chest. Each kiss of her soft lips brings me more pleasure. She stops before she gets too low and sits up. When I look at her, she winks and reaches for something on the nightstand. Selene opens a condom and rolls it on me. She strokes me for a moment and the settles herself on top of me. When our bodies connect, we both moan. She sits still for a few seconds before she begins to move her hips. She’s tight around me, and it’s an incredible feeling. I reach up and fondle her breasts, tweaking her nipples to stiff points.
“Brody,” her sexy voice is full of lust, and it turns me on more.
She bounces on me harder, and it’s my turn to moan her name. I can already feel myself getting ready to come, and I want to make sure she gets hers. I sit up and in a swift movement, put her onto her back. I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head. I kiss her lips hard, pushing into her. She locks her legs around me. I thrust in and out of her.
“Brody, harder.”
I do as she asks. When she arches her back and yells my name, I feel her release. I pound into her two more times, and I shudder as I come in her. I lay on top of her looking at her dark, satisfied eyes. I let go of her wrists.
“Damn, Selene,” I breathe. That was quick but worth it.
“I agree. Bathroom is next door. Everything you need is on the sink.” I nod and get up to clean off. When I come back, she’s already in a t-shirt and sweats, looking at me.
“Well, that was fun.”
I chuckle at her and pull up my jeans. “So, now what?”
She looks at me. “Get out. I have a date with a Duck Dynasty marathon and some takeout.”
Even though I knew this was just sex, I didn’t think she would throw me out so quickly. Then again, that isn’t a bad thing. I have stuff to do. I walk over to give her a quick kiss on her lips.
“I’ll leave you my number.” I turn and head downstairs. Bonkers is on the couch, staring at the TV as I go into the kitchen. There’s a pad and pen. I leave my number and head out the door. Typically, girls want me to stay and cuddle. Selene is different. This might the greatest arrangement yet.
Chapter Seven
Selene
Once I hear my front door close, I go down to the kitchen to fix a glass of tea before the marathon starts. I don’t think I’ve fully processed what has happened yet. Brody and I are now fuck buddies. It seems so bizarre, but damn, that was good sex. That’s all that really matters at this point. I go ahead and order my dinner before finally relaxing in front of the TV, laughing so much my sides start to hurt.
A couple of times, Bonkers looks at me like my name should be Bonkers and not his. Finally, my dinner arrives and I catch sight of Brody leaving his house. When he looks my way with a grin, I roll my eyes, pay the guy, and retreat back inside with my food. This thing with Brody couldn’t have better timing with the anniversary coming up. Back in college, I was still torn up over what happened, so alcohol and sex were my new best friends. That’s how my guy friend and I started hooking up.
It was my remedy to make me at least feel better because it wasn’t like I could go back and actually change things. Now, Brody gets to be my remedy for my sorrows. And it’s a tad ironic that he’s a hockey player. I shove all those thoughts out of my head. There will be plenty of time to dwell on that later. Bonkers cuddles in my lap and we spend the rest of the night watching TV.
The next morning, Bonkers whines a little when I leave for work. Probably due to the fact that he somehow knows I won’t be home tonight because there’s a game. I tell him not to worry because there are away games coming up, and I’d be home to watch those with him. When I get to the office, Allison seems to be in a really good mood.
“What is going on with you?” I ask suspiciously when s
he hands me a cup of my favorite coffee. “You never bring me coffee in the morning.”
“Nothing is going on. I’m in a good mood, and I want to share that with you.” She smiles.
“Well, thanks.”
Throughout the day, Allison is like my right hand man. She pops in to ask me if I need anything, she brings me files before I can go get them myself, and she even treats me to lunch. That’s when I crack down on her.
“Alright, Allison. Why are you buttering me up? What are you trying to make me do?”
“Can’t I be an extra good friend today?” she asks, trying to hide her smile.
“No.”
Allison huffs. “Thanks for thinking the best of me, Selene. All I am doing is putting you in a good mood for when I tell you my surprise.”
“I hate surprises, Allison,” I interrupt.
“That’s why I was buttering you up! It’s not bad, I promise.”
“Tell me already.”
“I’ve found a non-sleazy guy for you! Send him a few texts, start a conversation, and if you like him, then go out. He’s an old college friend of mine, who is really nice and very hot.” Allison smiles like she’s won the lottery.
Last night, I decided that I wouldn’t tell Allison about my arrangement with Brody, because after all, it’s just sex. And now, she’s trying to fix me up with this guy. “Okay, fine. What’s his name?”
“Freddy. I’ll give you his number once we get back to the office.”
She starts to tell me more about him and as promised, gives me his number when we get back. I send him a quick little text, mostly to satisfy Allison because I wasn’t planning on messaging him until later. Last night, I texted Brody, so he would have my number, and my phone vibrates against my desk. I’ll have to check it later because my next patient has walked in.
But then I get busy and it’s later in the afternoon when I finally check my messages. Freddy responded, but it’s Brody’s text that I read first.
Brody: Tonight? After the game?
I laugh and then reply.
Me: We’ll see.
The rest of the afternoon passes quickly. Before I know it, I’m back home, letting Bonkers out and getting dressed for the game. I decide to wear the jersey Brody gave me because it still cracks me up that he got Kris Miller to sign it for me. Just like when I was younger, I put my hair up with a red and white ribbon and paint Kris’s number on my cheek. I wasn’t lying when I said that I liked all the players. Everyone on the team deserves some love from the fans and tonight, I’m going with Brody and Kris.
I quickly go down the stairs and turn on the TV for Bonkers. The pre-game show has already started as Bonkers jumps onto the couch, sits, and watches the reporters talking. My stomach grumbles making me realize how hungry I am, but I always eat at the game. Yeah, everything is ridiculously priced, but I’m following tradition, one I won’t ever stop doing game after game, season after season.
“C’mon, Bonkers. You need to go out one more time.” He hops down and races to the door, almost running into it because he was going so fast. “Slow down, boy.” I open the door and let him outside. He goes to the center of the yard once he’s done and lays down. “Bonkers. Seriously? Come.”
He rolls onto his back, like he’s mocking me. “I have to go, come on!” He rolls back over and perks his ears at me, looking like he has a smirk on his face because of how his beard is at the moment. “Let’s watch some hockey, Bonkers. Come,” I add sternly.
Bonkers jumps up and runs inside, going straight for the couch. I close and lock the door before going over to give him a pat on the head. “Let’s not tell Brody he was right, okay? See you later, Bonkers.”
And then I’m off to the game! As per tradition, while I wait for the game to start, I’ll eat a hotdog or two with a chocolate milkshake. Doesn’t seem like it would be a good combo, but I loved it when I was a kid and still do. The empty seat next to me feels like it’s mocking me tonight too. I take a moment to touch the back of the seat and then the moment is gone as are all the memories. A couple of people start filing into their seats, and I recognize some of the faces from past games when they’ve sat near me. An older gentlemen comes to sit next to me, instantly causing me to smile when I realize who it is.
“Lou! How are you? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.” I lean over and give him a hug. I met Lou a couple of seasons ago. He’s one reason that always reinforces why I love hockey.
“I’m good. I figure it’s about time that I come to a game and somehow, I knew you would still be sitting in these seats. How have you been?”
“Pretty good. It’s so good to see you. How’s the misses?”
While we wait for warm ups, Lou and I catch up. He’s a sweet man in his fifties and when I first met him, it was during a particularly rough year. Lou found it peculiar that I always got season tickets for these seats, but never questioned why. I’ve practically created a hockey family in this section with Lou and a couple of others who I’ve met over the years by sitting here. It never ceases to amaze me that although we only know each other through this place, we act as if we talk everyday when we come to watch the game. That’s one of my favorite things about being a fan. It’s meeting the people along the way who love the sport too. We celebrate victories and fuss about losses together. There’s something special about that, something I cling to and hold close to my heart.
We watch the players warm up, stretching, skating, and shooting pucks. This is one of my favorite parts too. It’s sort of like the calm before the storm. The players appear focused, but relaxed as they prepare for the game. When the game finally starts, I close my eyes for just a second to absorb the energy buzzing around me. It pulses with a life of its own, and I feel peace and at home as the players start fighting for possession of the puck.
I will admit I was a tad worried that sleeping with Brody would somehow affect this part of me, these feelings I always feel when I watch the game, but thankfully, it’s the same as always. Nothing can ever change this for me. I won’t allow it. My eyes stay trained on the ice, not even looking away to comment on things with Lou unless it’s intermission. The time passes too quickly, but the Mustangs come away with a win! I hug Lou before I head home and tell him not to make it so long before he comes back to another game.
Bonkers is in a great, playful mood when I get home. Adrenaline from the win is still pumping through me and faintly, I wonder if this is how Brody feels after a win. By the time I let Bonkers back inside and change my clothes, there’s a knock on my door. Bonkers barks happily at whoever is on the other side as I make my way over to open it. As soon as I do, Brody grabs me by the waist and kisses me. Good lord can he kiss.
Bonkers wedges between our legs and he pulls away. “Since we won tonight, I took the we’ll see and turned it into a yes. That good with you?” He grins.
“Yeah, come on.” I tug him inside, closing the door behind him before leading him upstairs.
“Selene?” Brody says from behind me.
“Yes?”
“You’re going to have to wash Kris’s number off your face first.”
I laugh, having completely forgotten about that. “I’ll go do that then,” I tell him as we walk into my room. “Go sit on the edge of my bed.” He goes to do so and as I enter my bathroom, over my shoulder, I add, “Don’t undress either. I’m going to do that for you.” When I hear his chuckle, I smile. I hurry and wipe the number off my cheek before undressing just as I did the other night.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Brody twiddling his thumbs as he waits for me. At some point, he closed the door, probably to keep Bonkers out. His head lifts as I walk over to him, bending over so he can inspect my cheek.
“All better now?”
“Yes.”
I straddle his lap as I splay my fingers on each side of his neck. He grabs my thighs and I lean forward to kiss those hot lips of his. His hands move to cup my ass as I run mine down his chest, grabbing the hem of his
shirt before pulling it up and over his head. God, I love his body. I kiss his neck, slowly gliding my fingertips over his torso.
“Your turn to take something off me, Brody,” I say, my lips brushing his jaw as I move towards his ear to nibble on it. He reaches for the clasp of my bra, quickly unhooking it. Just when he goes to grasp my breast, I stand up, taking a step away from him. He looks confused for a moment, but then I grab his hand to pull him so he’s standing too. I kiss across his chest as I unbutton his pants. I slip my fingers inside the waistband of his boxers before tugging them and his jeans off. His cock comes free, begging to be touched, but Brody pulls me up before I can.
“My turn,” he says in a gravelly voice.
I hold my hands together behind my back and wait. Brody dips his head to suck on my breast as he grips my hips with a bit of pressure. His tongue swirls around my nipple, and he hooks two fingers on each side of my panties, slowly lowering himself as he kisses down my stomach. The closer he gets to the top of my panties, the wetter I get in anticipation. Tortuously slow, he slides them down my legs.
“C’mon,” I say as he stands. I push him back onto my bed and crawl on top of him.
“Not tonight, Selene,” Brody tells me, quickly flipping us so he towers over me. Before I can think about what he’s talking about, he kisses me hard. I hear a noise that sounds like his hand is hitting my nightstand, reaching for something. Shit.
Pulling away, I say, “I forgot to put one out.”
Irritation flashes in his eyes before he gets up, walks to his pants, finds a condom, and puts it on before he comes back over to me. My legs open, ready for him to thrust into me. Brody doesn’t hesitate either as he drives hard into me as he grabs my ponytail and yanks it down to tilt my head upwards. He kisses my neck, roughly slamming into me.
“Oh God,” I breathe when his free hand grips my breast before pinching my nipple. I wrap my legs around his waist, and Brody brings his lips to mine, his tongue dancing with mine as I moan. My body feels ready to explode with the sensation of him moving inside of me. Brody takes his open hand, sliding it down my body to rub my clit with his thumb. His touch causes my legs to clench around his waist and with a couple more hard thrusts, I explode with pleasure a second after Brody.
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