“It’s a good one,” I tell him, lifting my face to his and accepting his kiss.
“What are you reading?”
“A romance novel.”
“Anything kinky?” he asks, a smirk on his lips.
“Maybe. If you’re good, I’ll tell you about it later and we can recreate it,” I tell him, and his gaze grows heated. I pull the blanket back and stand to my full height.
“I’m always good,” he tells me.
“Mhmm,” I hum against his lips.
“Have you checked your email anytime lately?” he asks.
“No, why?”
“You should have an email with a Christmas present in it from me.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” I tell him, melting into his embrace.
“I know, but I wanted to,” he says as I grab my phone from the end table next to me.
I pull up my email and there’s a gift card email from Amazon. I open it and see a five-hundred-dollar gift card and my eyes nearly pop out of my head.
“Beckett!” I shriek. “It’s way too much.”
“It’s not. I wanted you to be able to fill your new kindle with every book you might possibly want, or order something for your apartment.”
“It’s still way too much,” I try and fight.
“It’s not. Just say thank you and accept it. You deserve it and I wanted to,” he says, dropping another kiss to my cheek.
“It’s supper time!” my mom calls out loudly, getting everyone’s attention.
“We’ll revisit the recreating conversation later,” he says. “Now that’s a promise.” The desire is evident in his gaze as his eyes scan my body when he steps back from me.
“I’d expect nothing less,” I tell him before walking down the hall to the kitchen, making sure to sashay my hips a little extra to tease him.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Beckett asks, pinning me against the door of my apartment as soon as we walk in.
“Greatly,” I tell him, squirming against his very hard cock that’s pinned between us.
“Teased me all night. Just remember, payback is a bitch,” he says, amusement lacing his voice as his lips trail up and down the column of my neck.
“You enjoyed it,” I retort.
“Blue balls are never fun. Especially when your girlfriend’s dad is sitting across the table from you, watching your every move.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I try and state my innocence.
“Bullshit, sötnos. You knew exactly what you were doing.” He nips at my neck and pulls a moan from deep in my chest.
“Yes.” I moan a second time as he sucks hard on the sensitive spot just behind my ear.
“Oh, that’s just the beginning of what I have planned for you tonight.”
“I like the sound of that,” I tell him, pressing my chest a little harder against his.
“You’ll be begging me to come tonight,” he says, then picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to my room and lays me out on the bed. I look up at him, dressed in a nice Henley and some dark wash jeans that hug his muscular body perfectly. I reach for his belt, but he blocks my hand from landing on it. “Not so fast, sötnos. I’m in charge tonight.” He clucks his tongue at me and I swear a devilish grin breaks out on his face.
“Mhmm…I like the sound of that. I like a dominant man.”
“Is that so?” he asks, his eyes darkening as something settles over him. The fingertips of his left hand land on my collarbone and trace a line down my body, between my breasts and down my abdomen, stopping once he reaches my center. I’m still fully clothed, but I can feel the heat of his fingers through my clothes. “Tell me, sötnos,” he says, leaning over me to drop a chaste kiss to my lips. “What’s one thing that happened in your book today that you fantasize about?”
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, biting it lightly as I think about his question. “Double penetration,” I finally tell him. I’ve never done anything like that, but the book made it sound so arousing and hot. His eyes flare.
“I don’t share. This pussy is mine.”
“There are more ways than sharing to fulfill that fantasy,” I tell him. “In the book, they used sex toys.”
“Now that I could accommodate,” he says with a smirk. “Do you have any toys?”
I finally nod my head yes, a little embarrassed we’re having this conversation. “I’ve got a couple vibrators. A girl has to be able to get herself off every once in a while.”
“Now that’s something I’m going to fantasize about.”
“Maybe I’ll let you watch once,” I tell him boldly.
“Knulla.” He curses at my words and I can see him thinking about it. That thought turns me on even more. Watching him as he watches me, I can almost see the scene playing out before me.
“Where do you keep these things?” he asks.
“In my closet. Top shelf, in the basket.” He steps away from the bed and heads straight into my closet. He returns with both and I watch as he looks them over. One is very basic, while the other is the rabbit style, with a clit stimulator jutting out like little rabbit ears.
“Strip,” he commands as he stops in front of me.
“Yes, sir,” I tell him as I coyly bite my lip once again. I sit up and pull my sweater off over my head, then shimmy out of the jeans I have on. Standing in front of him, in just my bra and thong, I press my body against his, pushing up on my toes to kiss him quickly.
“Leave the thong, remove the bra.”
I do as he asks, then sit back on the bed. I cup my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers, and watch as his eyes darken once again. He likes it when I touch myself, I’m quickly learning, and tuck that piece of information away for later.
“Now what?” I ask, leaning back on my elbows and letting him get a good look at my tits. I know he’s a little obsessed with them. He likes playing with them, cupping them whenever he can, and he does a damn good job paying attention to them with his mouth.
“Undo my belt,” he says, setting the vibrators down on my end table. I reach out and finally open up his belt, then pop the button of his jeans and lower the zipper. I look up at him and watch him as I slide his jeans off his hips and down his muscular thighs. One thing all hockey players have in common is the thickness of their thighs and asses. Goalies tend to be a little thicker because of the movements they make from side to side protecting the goal.
With his jeans down around his ankles, my attention focuses on the bulge in his boxer briefs. The black material does little to hide his erection and my mouth is already watering at the thought of licking his cock. Without thinking about it, I slip my fingers past the elastic and pull his cock free. I lick the tip, then circle the entire crown that’s nice and swollen.
“Fuck, sötnos,” falls from his lips as I suck him deep into my mouth, not caring that he’d wanted to be in charge tonight.
He must remember just that as he quickly pulls his cock from my mouth and pushes me back on the bed. “Tsk tsk,” he says with a laugh, that damn devilish look returning. “I’m in charge tonight. You already had your fun, now’s my turn.”
“I didn’t forget,” I tell him honestly, looking up at him from where I’m splayed out on the bed, smirking. “I was just testing to see how far I could push you into forgetting.”
“Payback. Don’t forget that.”
“I can’t wait,” I tell him sassily.
“Don’t test me,” he warns. “I’ll leave you hanging all night.”
“No, you won’t.”
“You want to bet? I’ll bring you right to the brink and then pull back, not allowing you to come until I say you can.”
“You don’t have it in you to be that mean,” I tell him.
“Oh, sötnos, I do, and you’ll love it. It will make the release that much more powerful and satisfying,” he tells me, then proceeds to show me just that.
Beckett brings me to the brink a handful o
f times before he finally lets me come and when I do, he wasn’t kidding. It was life-changing, almost like an out-of-body experience.
Chapter Eleven
Beckett
The last few days were nothing like I expected them to be. If you’d asked me a week ago if I’d spend my Christmas break off with the most perfect girl, having earth-shattering sex, I’d have said you were crazy, but here I am, having just lived that. That makes leaving today on a ten-day road trip all that much harder.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whisper into Julia’s ear. It’s only about seven in the morning and still dark outside.
“Same,” she says, her voice sleepy, as I pull her a little tighter against me. We’re spooning in her bed, the one I’ve slept in for the last four nights. The thought of sleeping in a bed alone doesn’t sound appealing now that I’ve had her body pressed to mine these past few nights. I’ve quickly adjusted to having her within arm’s reach.
“What time do you have to leave?” she asks, rolling to face me.
“I have to be at the airport at ten, flight leaves at eleven,” I tell her on a yawn as she presses a kiss to my chin.
“Our first test of time apart.” She sighs. “Sucks that it came so quickly.”
“You’ll be just fine. You have Jill to keep you company,” I tell her as I roll her under me and start kissing her neck.
“She’s not as cuddly as you are,” she says, sighing as I find that one specific spot behind her ear that melts her instantly. I stop what I’m doing and laugh at her comment.
“Glad to know I’m good for something,” I say against her neck.
“You’re good for more than one thing.”
“Like what?” I ask, goading her into telling me more.
“That,” she says, as I resume kissing her neck. “And that thing you do with your tongue against my clit.” A shudder courses through her body beneath me. “And you’re pretty good at pinning me against the wall.”
“So far, only sexual things. So, I’m only good for my sex skills?” I ask, teasing her.
“Well, you do like to keep me naked and underneath you, or on top of you,” she jokes right back, pushing against my chest.
“Figured I’d better take advantage of our time together before the crazy schedule returns as of today.”
“It wasn’t a complaint, just an observation,” she replies.
“I had to make up for lost time.”
She laughs. “And whose fault is that? You could have been getting lucky since this summer if you’d have played your cards right.”
“It was worth the wait,” I tell her, dropping back down to kiss her on the lips. I’m seriously going to go through Julia withdrawals over the next ten days. I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with my left hand for that time again.
“It was,” she agrees as we break apart once again.
“We better get moving if you’re going to have time to stop by your place before heading for the airport. You don’t need to be late and have everyone hounding you because of it. They can’t afford to leave you behind.”
“Coach would have a heyday with that. He’d never let me live that down, especially since I’m sure he knows I’ve been staying here with you.”
“Yeah, my dad figured that one out pretty quickly. He was once young and smitten with my mom. He knows what it’s like.”
“At least he was cool with everything. Most coaches don’t want their players anywhere near their daughters.”
“Just as I told you he would be all along,” she sing-songs, teasing me. I tickle her sides until she’s calling for mercy underneath me. I don’t let up right away, and she pushes me off of her with one quick shove that takes me by surprise just a bit. I can tell she isn’t mad though, by the smile on her face and the laughter filling the air.
“And for that, you can shower alone,” she says sassily.
“Is that so? Just remember that if I have to shower alone, so do you. And if you shower alone, then that means no shower orgasms,” I tell her as I lean forward and flick her nipple with my tongue.
“I don’t need you to have an orgasm in the shower,” she says, just as a moan falls from her lips.
“Yeah?” I suck her nipple fully into my mouth. “I think my orgasms are better than any that you could give yourself in the shower,” I tell her when I’ve released her breast, before moving to the other. Once she’s seeing things my way, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her into the bathroom, where I show her just how pleasurable a shower can be, especially one before we won’t be together for the next ten days.
“Once we land, we’ll head for the rink, have a short practice, then head to the hotel. I expect all of you to get a good night’s sleep, no staying out late tonight. We have a morning skate, and I expect to see everyone at that practice before tomorrow night’s game. We’ve had a long break and I want everyone to be back into game mode. Vancouver played last night, so they’ve already shaken off the break from their legs. So, we need to show up and play like we’re ready,” Coach calls out to everyone from where he stands in the aisle of the plane.
Twenty minutes later, once we’re on the ground, everyone gathers their stuff and makes their way off the plane, onto the waiting motor coach. It feels good to be back in a locker room and strapping the pads back on, even if it is for a quick practice.
Out on the ice, everyone skates around, shaking off the cobwebs from their muscles, so to speak, as we all get ready for the drills the coaching staff will run us through this afternoon.
I take my spot between the pipes at one end while Conner Allen, our new backup, takes the other end. He’s a pretty good kid. I met him a time or two when I was down on the AHL team. He mostly played at the ECHL level before this season when he got one of the two spots on the AHL team.
I’m dripping sweat by the end of practice ninety minutes later. I skate over by the bench and accept the Gatorade bottle handed to me by one of the bench staff as our head coach, Jacob Martin, pulls out his white board and goes over a few things with everyone, then dismisses us.
“How was your break?” Brian asks as we walk down the tunnel to the visitor locker room.
“It was good, yours?”
“Can’t complain. Hayley was so excited for Christmas morning and for Santa to come. We might have gone a little overboard spoiling her,” he confesses.
“I’m sure that’s easy to do.”
“It really is. But she’s at that perfect age. Believes in the magic of everything and got excited about everything she opened. It took forever for her to get everything unwrapped. We ended up having to take breaks. I think she was still opening things until bedtime, it felt. Next year, we’re going to have to rein it in and be a little more diligent about how much we buy her, especially with the new baby on the way.” We push through the doors and he glances over at me. “So, did I hear a rumor about you and a certain coach’s daughter?”
“What’s that?” I ask, playing dumb and wanting to know what’s going around.
“That someone spent his entire time off with a certain physical therapist.”
“I don’t kiss and tell, but you heard right. Now, who’s the one spreading rumors about me?” I ask, a shit-eating grin on my lips.
“Matt might have let it slip that you spent the holidays with them, and were a little cozy with their daughter, then JC might have let it slip that you hadn’t been home much,” he tells me, slapping my on the back.
“Fucker!” I bark out. “Way to sell me out to her dad. No wonder he was running me through extra drills today.”
He laughs, knowing I’m just giving him a hard time. “Way to finally make a move, brother. Took you long enough,” he retorts.
“Sometimes you have to wait until the right time to make a move.”
“I hear you there. Things weren’t always good with Kinley, so I know all about waiting until the right moment to strike,” he says, and it makes me curious about their story.
“See, everyth
ing happens when it’s meant to,” I tell him as I stop at my stall and start to strip my practice jersey off. I toss it into the large laundry bin, then remove the rest of my gear before heading to the showers.
Once showered and dressed in my suit, I grab a protein shake from the training staff and head out for the bus. I pull my cell out of my pocket and after sliding my earbuds in, I turn on some music and then bring up my texts. I have a few missed ones from my sisters and one from Julia.
Julia: Hey! Hope your day has been good. Call me when you can. I should be home for the rest of the night. Miss you.
Beckett: Hey. Just finished practice and am waiting to head back to the hotel. I’ll call you once I’m in my room and can talk. How was your day?
The three dots pop up almost instantly as she types her reply.
Julia: How was practice? My day was fine. Hung out with Jill for a few hours, stopped and had dinner with my mom, then came home. My apartment is quite lonely without you here with me. I’ve finished one book and started another. I’ll probably finish it before I fall asleep.
Beckett: Practice was good. I’m definitely feeling the lack of ice time over the past couple of days. Coach was not easy on us today, that’s for sure. Definitely got the cobwebs out of everyone’s legs.
Julia: My dad wasn’t too hard on you, was he?”
Beckett: Nope, he ran me through the gauntlet of drills, but nothing out of the ordinary.
Julia: Told you!
Beckett: That you did.
No sense in arguing with her, as she’s right. She did keep telling me her dad would be cool with us being together, but hindsight is always twenty-twenty.
Beckett: Are you going to be up for a while? I need to grab some dinner when we get to the hotel, then wanted to call or FaceTime with you, but don’t want you staying up too late for me.
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