She nods. “Very turned on. I think I’m soaking my panties.”
My grip tightens on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. “Where can I turn?”
“Huh?”
“Sloane, think. Where can I turn off? We are having sex now,” I demand.
Her eyes glisten with excitement as I see the wheels turning in her head. “Get off the next exit.” She points to the right.
“Good girl,” I say, looking over her body. When my gaze reaches her thighs, she presses them together. Fuck me.
A few minutes later, we are stopped on a quiet street. “Here,” she says.
“Fine by me. As long as you’re sure we won’t get caught.” As the words leave my mouth, her eyes sparkle. I chuckle. “Are you an exhibitionist, Sloane Carmichael?”
Her teeth dig into that plump lower lip of hers. “Maybe.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. As you can tell, I have a few things I need to figure out before I can tell you what I like.”
Hot lava runs through my veins as the need to pump into her consumes me. She unbuckles her seat belt, and I get to work fast undoing my belt, button, and zipper. I lower my jeans over my ass along with my boxers, and my cock springs free. She licks her lips as she lowers her leggings. I recline the back of my seat to give her more space as she climbs on top of me.
“I can’t believe I’m about to have sex in my father’s car.”
“Ride me, baby.”
She nods, and I guide my dick into her sweet pussy. As her warmth envelops me, I groan and she moans.
“This feels so good,” she says with a voice dripping sex.
She begins to ride me, and my hips move in rhythm with her. Her pussy has a tight grip on my dick, and her wetness coats me. My cock slides in and out of her. My hands reach under her shirt and play with her nipples, enjoying the silky feel of her hardened peaks. Her mouth opens into an O as the sweetest sounds leave her lips.
“Oh, that feels so good, Oli. Mmm, yes. Yes.” She is so verbal during sex. I love it so much, just like I love the way she eats. Her pussy swells around me as she picks up the pace, rubbing herself up and down my cock.
“Fuck yes, Sloane. I need to come,” I say.
“Yes. Oh lord, yes.” She explodes, coming on top of me just as I feel my balls tighten and I release inside her. Fucking heaven.
She falls, sated and breathless, on top of me, her cool breaths hitting the crevice of my neck and causing goosebumps to erupt over my body.
“Fuck, that was amazing.” I kiss her cheek. “We have a knack for not using protection.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s possible to get pregnant twice.” She shrugs and pulls off me. My come drips down her thighs, and my cock reawakens at the sight. Down, buddy.
“I was on the pill. There is like a one percent chance of pregnancy. I didn’t think it would happen to me,” she explains, and she sounds apologetic.
“Don’t apologize. If anything, I was an irresponsible fuck the night I slept with you,” I say. I run my fingers through my hair. “I always use a condom. Before you, I never had sex without one. I don’t know what got into me that night. I was consumed by you. I wanted to feel you in every way. This . . . the way we are together—it’s different.” My words fail me.
She watches me expectantly.
“It is,” she smiles.
“And I’m happy it happened the way it did. I wouldn’t go back and change anything. I want this baby more than anything. From the minute I heard we were pregnant leave your lips back at the cemetery it wasn’t fear I felt; it was fulfillment. Complete and utter fulfillment. I can’t explain it, but it’s like all my fears and anxieties melted away, and what’s left in here is love.” I touch my heart. “Fucking endless love. Don’t ever doubt that.” I reach over and kiss her as if she holds the only air on Earth. She kisses me back, giving me her all because that’s who she is. She’s selfless and loving, beautiful from the inside and out.
The kiss slows. “I’ve been really nervous about all this, but I have to say that your words have relaxed me quite a bit,” she admits.
“I don’t want you worrying.” I look her square in the eyes. “Seriously, it isn’t good for the baby.” I know this from my sister’s pregnancy with the twins. Myles made sure it was smooth sailing for Flynn, and I intend to do the same for Sloane.
Her lip quirks up on the side. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to be thanking me.”
“We should head home. I’ve been gone a while. I don’t want Dad worrying.”
“Yeah, okay.” We both use the tissue box in the car to clean ourselves up from our lovemaking, Sloane guides me back to her house to meet her father as her boyfriend. “You think he’ll like me?” I ask.
She grins. “What’s not to like? A sexy jock, covered in tattoos with a reputation with the ladies,” she says sarcastically, and there she is—my sassy girl.
“I guess it’s not a good time to mention that I’m also demanding in the bedroom. I can’t wait to have you squirming under me.” I smirk.
Her cheeks redden. “I had a feeling you had a dominant side. You can be bossy, you know. Truthfully, just the thought of you dominating me in the bedroom is getting me wet again.”
I let out a loud groan and shift in my seat as my cock twitches. “Jesus, woman, keep talking like that and we’ll have to make another stop.”
She laughs. “Keep it in your pants, Russell. We have seven months to experiment.”
“Huh?”
“Until the baby comes,” she replies.
“Babe, I plan on making love to you from now to eternity, every fucking day.”
“I like the sound of that, Oli.” She caresses my cheek. “I was just kidding. I mean, look at Flynn and Myles; they have twins and they go at it all the time.”
“Ew!” I cringe. “Do not tell me about my sister ever again.”
She winces.
“You just killed my hard-on.” I pull the car into the driveway.
“I could do something about that, but you need to come in and meet my daddy. He’ll want to do dinner. If you behave, I’ll take care of you later.” She blows me a kiss and gets out of the car. I follow her up the driveway. Watching how her ass sways back and forth as she walks, all I can think is how did I get so lucky?
Epilogue
Four months later
Sloane
When I left for Kansas four months ago, I thought I was done with Chicago. I thought I would stay back home and make a new life for myself with my baby. Never in my wildest dreams did I think Oli would come after me. But he did, and here we are—we've been living together in his apartment for the last four months, and I’ve never been happier in my life.
I quit my job when I left for Kansas, so I’m currently unemployed. Oli and I decided that with the baby on the way, there was no point looking for something new. Inspiration finally struck and I decided to write a book.
“Babe, leave the computer and come to bed,” Oli groans. His tone is assertive; he wants me. It’s after midnight and the Blackhawks won tonight. That means my man wants to get laid.
“Just a few more words. I have a thought I need to run with,” I reply, typing as fast as I can.
He gets up from the bed and leans over my shoulder to look at the screen. I hate when he reads what I write, and he knows it. I wish he would be patient and wait for the end product.
“Fuck, baby, that’s hot.”
I continue to type the sex scene, trying to ignore the horny hockey player waiting at the edge of my bed. After everything he and I have experienced these last four months, I shouldn’t be embarrassed about writing some anal play. Only it’s the only place we haven’t gone yet, and after he reads this scene, there will be expectations.
“Sloane, your words are making me hard and . . .” His voice drifts off, followed by a hiss. “Fuck, baby, that’s hot. Now get over here so I can try some of that on you.”
I tense as I type my last words for the ni
ght, shut my laptop, then turn on my swivel chair, giving him a fearful look. “I can’t do it,” I murmur.
“Baby, the fact that you’re writing about it means you’re intrigued.”
“Agreed,” I nod. “Being intrigued and ready are two different things.”
“Come here. Let me make this good for you,” he says.
I rise from my chair wearing one of the many nighties he’s bought me. This one is turquoise, and it has an underwire which accentuates the tits I have now developed from pregnancy but never had before. Oli is enjoying my voluptuous body. So am I.
“You are so damn sexy,” he says, his voice gruff as he caresses my shoulders with his fingertips, slowly skimming down my arms until his hand lands firmly on my belly and he continues a circular caress. He’s been very supportive, coming with me to doctor appointments, talking to my stomach, and showing his love for me and the baby.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lie my body on top of his, straddling him as we kiss. I can’t help but rub myself against the bulge in his boxers.
He hisses, “I can feel how wet you are through my shorts. Admit that writing that scene turned you on.”
My teeth dig into my lower lip. I press my pointer finger to my thumb, then separate them. “Maybe a little.”
He drops his hand to the apex of my thighs and presses his thumb against my clit. He rubs delicious circles, driving me wild. I don’t have a comparison so I don’t know if I would have been horny all the time if I hadn’t been pregnant, but I want Oli every day. Sometimes multiple times. When he has away games it’s so hard, and it makes me crave him more.
“Yes. Argh, that feels good.” I gyrate my hips in time to his finger fucking me.
He stops, and I let out an angry groan. He reaches for the side table, where he keeps a bottle of lube that we have yet to use.
I tense.
“Relax. Trust me.”
I nod. I trust him with my life and that of my unborn baby.
He continues to press his thumb against my clit, and my earlier heat re-ignites. He lubes up his finger and runs it along my behind, getting that part of me wet. I want to relax and enjoy it, but just the thought of him going there sends a wave of nerves through my body. I don’t say anything though because he's asked me to trust him, and this is me showing my trust. It is important to him because when he’s on the road for away games there are bunnies everywhere, and they all try to get in his pants. Of course, I know he doesn’t want them. He loves me. This is my way of showing him he has my trust, my soul, my heart. As he rubs my clit, I feel a pressure there in my behind. I close my eyes and try not to tense.
“You’re going to feel a little pressure,” he warns. “Just for a moment.”
And I do. An uncomfortable pressure. An invasion into a place that isn’t supposed to be inhabited.
I suck in a breath. The pressure eases, followed by ecstasy as he rubs my wetness around my nub, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubs me up and down while finger-fucking my behind. It feels so good. Erotic. I moan, not knowing in which direction to rub more. I feel his cock pulsating between my legs, and like the greedy girl I am, I want his cock too.
“Oli,” I moan. “Can you put your cock in me while doing all that?”
He nods, a greedy smile splayed on his perfect face. “Lift up a little. I don’t want to lose my leverage.”
I lift up a bit and guide his cock into my vagina entrance, and it feels so full. So good. His thumb continues its assault while he finger-fucks my ass. I keep my movements limited so he has control and access. With his cock filling me to the hilt, I can’t take it anymore. I explode as an intense orgasm wracks through me from my core to my ass. The intensity spirals into colors, flying past my vision. My breaths quicken, the ecstasy sending me through a tailspin, causing my eyes to tear. I can’t stop coming as he drills into me from everywhere, taking my orgasm to heights I didn’t know existed. I press on his cock while his fingers play their magic in my ass. I rub against his thumb, engulfed in lust, and when he shoots his load inside me I cry out as my orgasm starts up anew, his semen causing my belly to contract.
After I fall to the side, since my belly is in the way, our chests heave from the exertion of the sex.
“Fuck, that was good,” I mutter.
“I told you it would be,” he says proudly, and I sense the large smile on his lips. “We can work our way up to anal.”
I burst out laughing. “No way are we doing anal while I’m pregnant.”
“Fine,” he concedes. “I can wait for my butt ending.”
I laugh out loud. Being the girlfriend of a famous hockey player means that I’ve learned some hockey lingo. Butt ending in hockey is a game misconduct penalty. It’s when a player jabs an opponent with the knob of his stick.
“You aren’t jabbing me with the end of your stick for a while,” I scold playfully, settling into the crook of his arm.
He places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “No, I’m not going to jab you with the end of my stick just yet.” He swats my ass. “I’m a patient and persistent man. I’ll wait.” He gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom. I hear the water running and he returns with two towels. He cleans me off first and presses a kiss to my inner thigh before he cleans himself off too.
“Now go to sleep. You need rest, and so do I.”
Ah! My domineering man.
“I love you,” I coo.
“Love you too,” he whispers picking up my hand that has my engagement ring on it he places a kiss on that finger. We plan to marry a few months after our daughter will be born. He turns the lamp off. “Get some sleep.”
I fall asleep easily, wrapped in the warmth of the man I love. He’s given me so much but most importantly, he makes me feel wanted, cherished. I no longer feel alone in this world because I have his love and he has mine, and I know with every fiber of my being that no matter what happens, good or bad, the giant sleeping next to me will do anything for me and our unborn daughter.
The End
Power Play: A Big Stick Novel 3
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Summer 2005
My pulse beat fast and my anger simmered inside me like a pot waiting to boil over when I saw my husband’s car in our driveway. “Hello!” I called out from the front door. Where the hell was he? He was supposed to be back two days ago and I wanted answers.
“In here.” His voice came from our bedroom. It sounded a little raspy like I woke him from sleep. Yeah, well, I didn’t care. He had some explaining to do.
I walked straight to our bedroom; the terra cotta walls hit my line of sight first. I shook my head and looked at the lump on the bed. Mark had the covers over his head. The room was a mess with dirty clothes strewn all over the floor. His jeans were hung on our black wrought iron footboard where he usually liked to leave them. There was a pile of what I assumed was dirty socks and underwear on the floor. Damn! I had cleaned this morning before work. I inched inside the room and felt crumbs of dirt stick to my feet from the ceramic floors. Had he brought sand home with him? I was so confused.
I hadn’t seen him for three weeks. We’d never gone that long without seeing each other in the eight years we’d been together. He had gone back to LA to see his mom through a double mastectomy due to breast cancer. I tried to remember that because my temper was becoming uncontainable. He’d been MIA for two days and came home and made a mess that would be my job to clean up.
“Hey, baby. I missed you.” He must have sensed me standing beside the bed. He took the blankets off his head and squinted against the sunlight pouring into the room through the cracks in the blinds.
“Don’t baby me. I was expecting you home two days ago.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “I’ve been calling your mom’s cell for two days. I’ve tried calling Rafael . . . does no one in your family pick up a damn phone?”
Clearly his mom and brother didn’t.
He shifts up in bed. “Would you relax? Shit, Nat, everyone in my family is really stressed out.”
I exhaled. “I know, and I feel terrible I wasn’t there to support you, but honestly it’s not okay for you to just not show up and not call. Where were you? Why the hell didn’t you call? Are you okay? Did something happen?” I bombarded him with questions, not giving him a chance to answer while fighting to restrain my fiery nerves. Clearly I was losing the battle. Two days ago I’d made him a welcome home dinner and had told our two-year-old daughter, Lily, Daddy should be home any minute. He never showed or touched base to let us know he was alive.
He pressed his fingers to his temples.
“You didn’t give me a flight number. I didn’t even know what airline you were on. That isn’t okay.” I continued to wait for an answer.
“Fuck, Nat, I just got back from a long flight. My mother and family have been through hell. I don’t need this right now.”
I took some long cleansing breaths, my anger burning through me. I didn’t think I was overreacting. I had been close to calling the police and filing a missing persons report. I took another deep breath and deflated because he looked so sad. His dark hair was ruffled, his dark eyes had bags under them, he looked like he hadn’t shaved in a good week. Maybe now wasn’t the time to call him out.
I sat on the side of the bed. “I missed you,” I pressed a kiss to his lips. “How’s your mom?” I’d been praying for her. It was terrifying what she’d been through and she was so young. It unsettled me that he hadn’t call much while out west. Between work, taking care of Lily, and the different time zone I’d had a hard time getting hold of my husband. I hadn’t given it much thought, figuring he had his hands full helping his mother recuperate.
“She’s brave. Surgery went well. Now she’s going to need to go through physical therapy for her arms. She can’t do much. She also has to go through six rounds of radiation,” he said and my stomach sunk. How awful. Clearly that was not the time to call him out on his absence. I’d put it off.
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