Silent Defender (Boardwalk Breakers Book 1)
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I have an inkling. She stood up straight and shimmied her hips as she pushed the tight, red fabric over them. Is this what you want? One more shake of her hips and the whole dress pooled at her feet.
“Fuck, yes.” She stood there, a vision like no other, in black stockings, a garter belt, and red high heels. And…no…panties. I couldn’t breathe.
She was clean shaven, not that I really gave a shit. I had no preference, but everything about her turned me on. When she moved to release the snaps that connected her thigh-highs to the garter belt, I stopped her. “Leave them on.”
Her eyes raked boldly over me, stopping at the blatant bulge in my pants. Take yours off.
She climbed up on the bed like a willing sacrifice. I spied her watching me while I threw my shirt to the floor and stripped off my jeans and briefs, leaving me completely naked. Her eyes flared with heat.
Magnus. I need you. She opened her arms to me, and I gratefully went into them.
Her flushed skin felt like the finest satin. My lips trailed over the softness of her neck, her throat, continuing a downward journey to pause briefly at her luscious nipples, biting them gently only to soothe them with slow, wet laps of my tongue seconds later. Not taking my mind off the grand prize, I advanced to my next objective.
She was every bit as sweet as I’d imagined she would be. Her taste invaded my senses while her actions further fueled my fire. The minute my tongue hit her clit, her hips shot upward. My arm clamped over her feminine, rounded belly to hold her in place. It briefly hit me that I’d do anything to be able to hear her at that moment. To hear my name tumble from her lips in ecstasy. Instead of dwelling on what couldn’t be, I concentrated on what her body told me, and it told me she was enjoying my attention, to put it mildly.
As I continued to lick and nibble her most intimate places, her hands gripped the sheets—especially, I noted, when I gave her a particularly long, leisurely stroke of my tongue through her wet heat. When my teeth gently grazed her swollen clit, her hips bucked. And when her hands finally gripped my head, holding me in place as her thighs pressed together, surrounding me in her glorious scent, I knew she was coming hard. Jennie held nothing back. Fortune rained down on me.
As her shudders began to subside, I became painfully aware of my own needs. Jennie’s insistent tugging on my hair broke through my rampant lust and brought me all the way up to her lips. I kissed her deeply, making her taste the nectar of herself on my tongue. I felt her moans.
She pulled my head far enough away from her for me to read her lips. “Please, Magnus. Inside me.”
I sat up, reaching over to the nightstand to rip open a condom. Her hand stopped me. “Let me.”
Her hands felt remarkable as they smoothed the latex down my shaft. My head snapped back as I reveled in the sensation. When she stroked me again, I reached down and lifted her hand away. Capturing both of her wrists with my left hand, I held them above her head as my right hand gripped my cock and guided it inside her. Deep inside. Oh fuck, so deep.
Her head titled back on the pillow even as a smile split her face, and her lips formed the word Yes!
When I regained a modicum of self-restraint, I began to thrust within her. Slowly, ever so slowly, to draw out the feelings. I freed Jennie’s hands, and the more I moved within her, the tighter her grip became on my arms. It was as if she was hanging on for her very life.
I was at the end of my rope. When I started to move faster, her muscles clamped down on my cock, bringing another level of pleasure. The faster I moved, the more she tightened around me.
Her hands gripped my head, forcing my eyes to hers. “Fuck me hard, Magnus. Now!”
I did as she requested. The harder my thrusts, the deeper I went until I was ready to burst. When I felt the prolonged pressure of her squeezing me, I let myself go. Shouting, I was sure, to the rafters as I came. Fuck, she was worth every agonizing minute I made us both wait.
Jennie
I was never going to be the same. Magnus was still inside me, and I wanted him to stay there for the foreseeable future. His hands lazily stroked my hair while his lips pressed repeatedly against my neck. “Lovely, Jennie.” His words tumbled from him in short pants.
I ran my fingers up and down his back in soothing circles. This. Great moments like this were what made life worth living. I’d known Magnus for a while, but only in the last few weeks had I thought of him as a potential lover.
Magnus raised himself up on his elbows and wrinkled his nose, wincing at the pain from his bruise. “You’re giving me chills.” I stilled my hands, but he groaned again and wiggled his hips. “Eight Ball, get off me.”
It was the first time I’d seen his cat. She was standing on his back, peering over his shoulder at me as she offered me a greeting. “Meow.” I reached up and rubbed her behind the ears, earning me rumbling purrs. Her claws kneaded Magnus’ back.
“Should have shut the door.” He pulled out of me and twisted around. Before she could hit the floor, Mags grabbed Eight Ball and placed her on the bed between us. “Jennie, this is the other girl in my life. Eight Ball, this is Jennie. Be nice to her.”
The cat gave me one last look and then dismissed us both, jumping off the bed. I turned onto my side and pulled up the covers, getting chilled without the warmth of Magnus’ body covering me.
“I’ll be right back.” Magnus disappeared into the master bathroom, and then came back and burrowed under the covers facing me. His cold feet made me jump.
“Your feet are freezing!”
“I know. They usually are. You’ll get used to it.”
Heck no. “I don’t think so. Put some socks on.”
“Pushy woman. Are you already trying to tell me what to do?” His teasing smile took away the sting of his words.
“If it means that you won’t put those ice-cold feet of yours on me, then yes.” He propped himself up on his elbow with his face in his hand. The warmth of his smile echoed in his voice as he traced circles on my exposed shoulder. “I really like you, Jennie Fields.”
“I really like you too, Magnus Eriksson.” I could only imagine what my smile looked like to him, because I felt like it lit me up from within. “I like you a whole lot.”
He leaned over me and pressed his lips to mine in what started out as an innocent kiss. Our bodies quickly ignited into a sexual frenzy once more.
After that round, Magnus fell asleep, but I was wide awake. My stomach growled, reminding me that I’d skipped lunch and we’d never gotten around to discussing dinner plans. Not wanting to wake Magnus, I crept out of bed and softly closed the bedroom door behind me. I dashed around his condo in nothing but my birthday suit to grab my bag that I’d dropped by the door.
I made myself at home in one of the guest bedrooms and dressed in a pair of green leggings and an oversized, long-sleeved, white cotton shirt. It sported a large, sparkling Christmas tree on the front, of course.
While I waited for Magnus to wake up, I took the liberty of ordering a pizza and cheese fries, and then I went exploring. My first stop was the living room, where I turned on the fireplace.
Magnus’ décor was a bit of a shocker. I’d had him pegged as a typical bachelor—black leather couches, overstuffed recliner, and a coffee table with nicks and coffee rings marring its surface. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
His kitchen, living room, and eating area were open to each other while maintaining their own identities. The walls in each were varying shades of beige, with all of the trim painted white. His couch was something I’d buy myself: denim blue in color and a size that fit the room well. There was no overstuffed recliner either, just two accent chairs in a pattern of blue and beige swirls. It was a nice, homey place.
I had just snagged a glass of wine and sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace with my back leaning up against the couch when Magnus walked into the room rubbing his eyes. Jesus, he was gorgeous. He’d thrown on a pair of red sweats and a tight black T-shirt. Yummy. “You should have w
oken me up.”
Why?
He shrugged. I don’t know, actually.
The doorbell rang, and I sprang up off the floor. Mags’ face registered his concern at my quick movement. What’s wrong?
Of course. He didn’t know someone was at the door. Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. Pizza’s here. Hope you don’t mind. I was hungry.
He ran a hand over his face and grinned. I could eat.
We took the pizza and fries into the living room, sitting back down on the floor with the food on top of the pine coffee table between us. My first bite was heaven. “Oh, my God, this is good.”
“Yeah, now that I didn’t catch. I’m not good at reading lips when you talk while you’re eating.”
I licked my lips in answer before I swallowed. “Yum.”
He pointed his pizza at me. “Keep licking those lips and you’re going to wind up right back in my bed.”
I licked them again. We were going to wind up back in bed anyway. We both knew it, but I was going to satisfy my literal hunger first.
The cheese fries were just about gone, as were five slices of pizza, before I cried uncle. I couldn’t eat another bite. Using the last of the napkins, I wiped my hands down and pushed my plate away. With a hand on my belly, I leaned back against the couch, groaning. “I ate too much. I shouldn’t have had that second slice of pizza.”
“I shouldn’t have had any of it.”
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I guess you need to eat a little better than this, huh?”
He moved his head side to side. “I should, but we don’t have a game tomorrow. I do go off diet now and then. It’s not something I’ll share with Coach, though.”
“Can I ask you something personal, Mags? I’m just curious about something.”
“You can ask me anything, Jennie.”
“Have you ever looked into cochlear implants or some kind of other procedure to get your hearing back?” A muscle ticked in his jaw at my question, making me regret asking it.
“Of course I’ve thought about it. It could work or it might not. I don’t want that false hope. I’m not sure I could handle losing my hearing a second time.” He put his hands in his lap and hunched his shoulders. “Is that a problem for you?”
“What? No! Oh, no, Magnus. Not at all. I just wondered.” I hoped my sincerity resonated with him. After what we had just shared, how could he think his hearing loss mattered to me? I crawled over to him and climbed into his lap.
He held me like that for almost an hour. It was the most comfortable silence I’d endured to date. Needing to take a bathroom break, I left the luxury of his arms. When I returned, he was playing with Eight Ball.
I sat on the couch and watched them. When he looked up at me, I smiled. This is nice.
What, watching me play with my cat?
Yeah. All of it. Just being here with you. The sex was okay too.
Only okay, huh?
I was on the verge of cracking up, and he knew it. Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll get better at it with practice.
He made a choking sound deep in his throat. I knew he was coming for me. I squealed and jumped off the couch. He caught me in seconds, although I didn’t try very hard to get away. One arm locked around me like a vise, pulling me back against his chest. “I’m going to show you right now how much better I get with practice, honey.”
His whispered words shot scorching tingles to all the right places. He loosened his hold just enough to slip his hand under my shirt to cup my breast, pinching the nipple until I writhed against him. I reached up and back to grab his neck and pull him down to my parted lips, rejoicing in the immediate piercing of his tongue.
“Let’s go get a shower. I want to lather you up.”
His shower was big enough to have a party in there. A wide bench seat sat at one end, and jets were strategically placed along all of the walls, in addition to the rain shower above us. He turned on the water and gestured me in. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned with a fresh bar of masculine-smelling soap. Before I knew it, I was in a lip-lock with him again. I could kiss that man all night long, but I pulled away from him and began running the soap over his taut body.
Magnus naked was a thing of beauty. I’d never been with someone so physically fit. I ran my fingers over each rippled muscle as I washed him, taking extra time to outline his six-pack and the happy trail that led down to his impressive hard-on.
When I took him in my hand and stroked him, his cock jumped and he inhaled sharply. I ran the soap around his heavy balls, letting the weight of them fill my hands. I dropped the soap and let the clean water run over him, my mouth almost watering at what I was about to do.
Down on my knees I went, running my hands down his powerful thighs. My tongue darted out to lick the head of his cock. His hands flattened against the wall behind him with a loud smack. “Fuck.”
I looked up to look into his eyes, but they were closed, his head leaning back. His stomach muscles danced as I slowly sucked the length of him all the way to the base, where I swirled my tongue until he grew restless.
I’d initially thought sucking on Magnus would be a prelude to the main event, but seeing the pleasure he took with each advance and retreat of my lips and tongue changed my mind. I wanted to make him come with my mouth.
The more he moaned, the more effort I put forth. My insides were throbbing as well. For both our enjoyment, I alternated between quick, hard sucking and soft tongue twirling. He loved both, but when his cock went so deep he met the resistance of my throat, his back bowed. “You have to stop, Jennie.”
Not a chance. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to feel him come in my mouth, over my tongue. I wanted to taste his essence. His hands reached down to pull me back, but I slapped them away and grabbed his ass, pulling him in harder, deeper.
He didn’t fight me. The next time his hands came to my head, he buried his fingers in my hair. “Oh, yeah. Do it. Make me come.” His balls tightened up and his breath grew uneven.
I was having trouble getting my own breath. My fingers were doing their own magic to my clit. I knew I’d orgasm with him as soon as I felt his hot cum. My own muffled cries filled the room. Magnus’ hands tightened in my hair, and I knew he could feel the vibrations of my sounds. “I’m going to come, Jennie. Oh, Christ!”
His hips bucked against me, and I felt that first spurt leave his body. My own orgasm hit as more cum shot into my mouth. I didn’t let him go. Instead I sucked harder, milking him, humming through my release.
When Magnus couldn’t take any more of my attention, he pulled away from me, laughing. “Stop that.” I leaned forward and gave him one last lick and stood up, looking at the tile pattern outlined on my knees.
Mags took my hands in his. “Thank you. That was most excellent.”
I leaned in to give him a kiss, but he flattened his hand right between my breasts and stopped my forward movement. “You’re not kissing me with that mouth.”
I laughed easily. As much as I enjoyed giving him a blow job in the shower, I couldn’t blame him for not wanting to taste himself on my lips. “You kissed me after, you know.”
“That’s different. You taste incredible. As a matter of fact…” He moved me back to the bench, placing one leg up on it, and then went in for the kill.
Ten minutes later, I was a bag of bones. His tongue was quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of him.
Chapter 12
Magnus
The weeks following Thanksgiving were busy for both Jennie and me. We’d fallen into a comfortable pattern that worked well for us. Jennie had even taken over Eight Ball sitting duties, much to Eight Ball’s delight. She rarely shit in my shoes anymore.
As a matter of fact, some of Jennie’s clothes remained in my chest of drawers now, and I loved it. I also enjoyed seeing her pink toothbrush standing happily against my blue one every morning. Got my day started off with a grin. Life was good. Scary good.
She gave me one of her adorable smiles. It was always turned up a notch when I added a “sweetheart” or “sweets.” I’m not sure yet. Izzy might be bringing Pop over to watch the game, but mornings aren’t always good for him. We’ll see how he is. What is it with all of these early afternoon games lately anyway?
I wished I knew. We had yet another one o’clock start, which was ten o’clock in the morning for Jennie, considering the time difference between the coasts. I did have to say, though, as much as I missed Jennie, it was nice being in California where the temperature was in the low sixties with sunshine versus being home where the temperature hovered around forty with gray skies.
You know they wouldn’t be my first choice. This is the last early game until February. God, I hope we can beat the Sharks. They killed us in our first showing.
Jennie grimaced. I remember it well. That was an ugly game. Didn’t you get a misconduct that night?
Yeah, but it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t know what the ref was saying. That’s the only reason I kept arguing with him.
She outright laughed at that one. Bullshit. You knew exactly what he was saying! And he knew it too.
Maybe…I needed a ten-minute break anyway.
I’m sure Coach Martin didn’t need you to have a ten-minute break, did he?
It was my turn to make a face. No. He was not happy with me. If we weren’t already down two of our defensemen, I’m damn sure he would have benched me for the next game.
Well, keep your mouth shut tomorrow. I’m going to sign off. You need your sleep, Mags. Fire in your heart, ice in your veins, babe.
Jennie had that quote, along with several others, hanging over her desk at the network. I’d seen them when I’d stopped in to take her to lunch a week or so ago. The first time she’d said it to me, I scored a hat trick, so I added it to my pre-game repertoire.