My eyes watch his finger and tongue play with me, sliding in and out, rubbing me in all the right places. “I’m going to come,” I tell him, grabbing his head, pushing it into my pussy, and I ride his face up and down, my fingers now rubbing my clit frantically back and forth. I’m about to let go when his tongue comes out of my pussy. His face rips away. He pulls me to stand up. I moan my displeasure the whole time.
“You get to come on my cock,” he says, sitting on the bench. “Come get it.”
His cock is in his hand, pushing it up. I walk to him, my feet going outside of his. I put one foot on the bench next to his hips, with the other on the other side. I take his cock in my hand, rubbing it through my folds, placing it at my entrance, and sliding down on him so fucking slow I feel every ridge that he has, every single vein all the way to the end, all the way till his balls hit my ass. My hands go to the back of his knees while I use my legs to go up and down on him, the angle making him hit my G-spot right away.
“Look at your pussy take my cock,” he says, watching us, watching my pussy swallow all of his cock. The sight makes my pussy quiver. “Look at this clit.” His finger goes into his mouth, wetting it and then rubbing it in circles while I ride him. He takes my clit in between his two fingers, squeezing the shit out of it, the pain making me rise up and then slam back down. My legs burn, my arms start to shake, and his cock grows bigger in me. “Atta girl. Come on my cock,” he says, leaning forward, taking a nipple in his mouth while he bites down.
It’s too much and with that final move I moan and come all over his cock. I come and come and come. My pussy spasms all over him. My eyes close and I feel his cock grow bigger and his hands on my hips now slam me down on him and he comes in me. My mouth covers his, swallowing his roar. When his hands roam from my hips up my back I know he is finished. Taking my mouth from his, I lean forward, our chests heaving against each other.
“Never gets old,” he says, kissing the top of my wet head. “I could be old with only one hip and I would always find a way to make love to you.”
I smile to myself. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When I finally slide into bed, he looks over at me, seeing me with a top on. “You know the rules. Kids aren’t here, we are naked.”
I roll my eyes at him and take off the shirt, throwing it on my table.
“And the panties, babe.”
I shake my head, taking them off and putting them on top of my shirt.
“How long are you home for?” I ask him, settling on my pillow while he watches SportsCenter.
“It’s a break, so five glorious days. I told Allison if she called me during these five days for any business I would block her from attending Christmas.” Another thing that has changed is that Allison is now the team’s Public Relations person. Mindy took another job at the same time that Allison graduated. It was a win-win for everyone. Well, except Matthew, who has to see his beautiful sister being hit on by his teammates. I’m not even going to get into the amount of things she signed him up to volunteer for and when he wanted to yell at her, she would use her my big brother is the best speech and he would do it.
“Well, this is interesting,” the sportscaster says, “we got more Max Horton drama,” the reporter starts saying.
I sit up in bed, watching the television while Matthew chuckles beside me.
“Allison is going to rip him a new asshole. I can’t wait to watch this.”
The reporter continues, “It seems that the bad boy of NHL has eloped. And the word on the ice is that the new bride is none other than Allison Grant.” My mouth flies open while Matthew immediately sits up, grabbing his phone. “Allison is none other than Matthew Grant’s sister, as well as Cooper Stone’s stepdaughter.” He stops talking for a second.
“You will remember that Max was charged as an accomplice to the rape charge that came six years ago. Of course those charges were dropped and he was cleared of all charges against him.”
He turns off the television, getting out of bed while I watch him dial Allison and it must go straight to voice mail. “Aly, you get this message, you call me.” He hangs up and then starts dialing another number. “You better fucking hope that what I heard is a fucking rumor.” He hangs up, looking at me.
“I guess now would be a bad time to tell you I’m pregnant again?” I smile at him, hoping that this news brings him down before the vein in his head actually explodes.
THE END
Prologue
“You may now kiss the bride,” Judge Reynolds says right before Max grabs my face in both of his hands.
“I love you,” he whispers, then his lips land on mine, gently and full of love.
My hands go to his waist as I close my eyes and take in the safety of my husband.
“I love you with everything that I am,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile and look into his crystal blue eyes.
“I love you more,” I say. He lets go of my face and we shake the judge’s hand. He grabs my hand and we walk out of his chambers while my chiffon train trails us.
Max proposed to me three hours ago. He got down on one knee and vowed to love me and only me till his last dying breath while I stood there in the middle of the shark reef in the Mandalay Bay. It took me two seconds before I nodded and got down on my knees with him, buried my face into his chest, and cried from happiness. I was completely and utterly in love with him. And not one person in my family knew. Well, none of the men knew. But this isn’t about them. This is about me, about Max, about how he took my heart into his hand and treated it like delicate crystal, making sure he bubble wrapped it to keep it safe.
Now here I am, watching my husband dressed in a black tux hold my hand and me in my two-piece lace dress. It is beaded from my collar all the way down. It ties around my neck but leaves my back bare. My arms are also bare. A gold belt ties the second part of the dress, floor-length split chiffon. My legs slip out while I walk, showing off my something blue, which is my Carrie Bradshaw Blue Manolo Blahnik.
As soon as the door to the chapel opens, my chiffon dress blows up almost like Marilyn Monroe’s, the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas almost non-existent since we are off the Strip. Someone in the distance must have snapped a picture because his flash went off.
“I think someone just took a picture of us,” I tell him while we make our way to the car that is waiting for us.
“Angel, it’s Vegas, everyone is taking pictures.” He waits for me to get in before climbing in after me. “So, my wife, where do you want to go?” Max turns to me and smiles while his thumb rubs the hand he’s holding.
“Back to our room.” I look at our hands. “I want to go back with you and lock the door and just be with my husband.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He pulls me to him, his arm going around my shoulder, and I fit perfectly in the crook of his arm.
We watch the city lights come into focus again once we get on the Strip. Walking through the lobby, I hold on to my husband’s hand, watching his ring glisten in the light. Max unlocks the door for us. Walking in, I head for the living room that is now turned into what looks like a small reception. Gone are the couches, and in their place is a cast iron square with blush pink roses wrapped all around it. Tea lights make it across. All the furniture is gone. The only thing in this room are blush roses, which are my favorites.
“This place looks like a fairy tale.”
Max walks to me, holding a bouquet in his hands. “For you.” He hands it to me as our song “Dive” comes on.
“Dance with me?” I ask him as I walk to him.
“Every single day of my life.” He wraps an arm around my waist. I hold the bouquet around his shoulders and we hold our free hands to his chest.
He takes his phone out and raises his hand, snapping a picture of us. I’m looking at the camera while he looks at me. “Stunning,” he says quietly as his cell phone rings. “Angel, don’t freak out.” His voice is curt, tight.
I don’t have to time to
say anything because my phone buzzes with a text from Matthew.
Allison, when you get this you better call me.
“Oh my God.” I look at him. “What did we just do?” He looks at me shocked, steps back, and away from me.
“Max.” I reach out to him while he dodges me.
“A mistake.”
I don’t know if he’s asking or telling. My heart hurts as his eyes go dark. He darts out of the room and the front door slams after him. As I stand here in my wedding dress, a tear rolls down my face, and I look down and see my glistening wedding band.
One
Allison
I can’t be late, I can’t be late, I mutter to myself as I run around my new bedroom in Karrie’s old brownstone. Karrie is married to my big brother and hockey god Matthew Grant. Well, he’s a god now, but he started off as the bad boy of hockey, getting kicked out of the league three years after being drafted first pick.It was the lowest he could go, and he came home with his head hung down and his tail between his legs.
He wanted to sit and sulk, but our stepfather, Cooper Stone, wouldn’t let him. Cooper Stone, who actually is the biggest name in history. He holds all the records that all these young kids strive to beat, yet fall short. He was at the top of his game when he met my mom and fell head over skates for her. I say stepfather, but in reality, he’s the only father I really know. My parents got divorced when my father had an affair. I was three at the time and Cooper came in two years later. I mean, not only did he fall in love with Mom, he fell in love with me. How could he not? I was the cutest thing ever. We, Matthew and I, were a package deal, a package that Cooper took without thinking twice about it. Slowly but surely, my father started weaning himself out of my life. At such a young age I had no idea really because I was never missing love. Cooper always showered me with it. Hook, line, and sinker. He became even better when Mom gave birth to the twins, Zoe and Zara. Those two are the reason Cooper tries to rule with an iron first. From the first moments they came screaming into the world, they gave new meaning to fiery redheads. My baby brother, Justin, stays in the shadows, quiet, rule abiding, and perfect, but little do my parents know I just found his secret Instagram and that shit is anything but angel like.
So now here I am on my first day on the job and I’m not going to be late. You are looking at the New York Stinger newest Public Relations Representative. I know what you’re thinking, that I pulled strings to get the job, and you couldn’t be more wrong. I was one month away from graduating when I got a call from Doug, the owner of Cooney Communication as well as the owner of the best hockey team in the world, he is also Matthew’s father-in-law, asking me to meet him for lunch. I didn’t know what he could possibly want. I thought maybe he needed help shopping for Karrie, so I went. I was surprised to see that it was only us.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” Doug said to me as he got up and kissed my cheek. He had been calling me this since Matthew and Karrie got married almost seven years ago “How is it Cooper hasn’t locked you up in a tower yet?” He sat down.
“Well, Zoe and Zara just made their latest home school teacher quit when they put rat traps under the table. It’s a good thing the woman was wearing shoes.” I laughed, thinking about Zoe when she called. “From what they told me, it was a chain reaction and all one hundred traps went off at the same time.” I shook my head, picking up my water and bringing it to my lips. “So now Mom says he better brush up on his math skills because he will be teaching them until they can find someone else.”
“Those two are going to be hellions when they get out into the real world. Either that or they will take over the world. I’m just glad that I shower them with gifts.”
“Smart man.” I put my water down. “Now what is this meeting about?”
“Straight to the point. I knew I liked you. I have a job I want to offer you.” He folded his hands in front of him.
I sat up straight in my chair. “Why?”
“What do you mean why?” His eyebrows shot up.
“Why me? I’m not even done with school.” I pointed out.
“No, you’re not, but Mindy has given her notice. Seems that having a husband and carrying a child isn’t so easy, so she needs to step back. She will still be with the company as a PR consultant, but...” He looked at me for a reaction, and if I’m honest, I was shocked as fuck. It would be my dream job. Public Relations for one of the original six teams, one that my brother was the captain on. One that just won back-to-back cups. “I need someone, and pardon my words, with balls of steel to handle up to fifty men who range from princesses to cranky. Besides, I trust you.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll think about it. You would start in September when the season starts. One of the perks is that you can stay in the brownstone, since it is just sitting there.”
“People are going to think I got the job just because I’m family of sorts,” I voiced my concerns.
“Fuck what people think. You are going to have to prove yourself. And I have no doubt that you will.” He smiled at me. “Go home, talk it over with your family, then let me know. No hard feelings if you pass on it.”
“Okay,” I said, not even knowing words were coming out of my mouth. “Okay, I’ll do it.” I didn’t have to talk to my family. I was going to be twenty-three. I could make my own decisions and this was the biggest one I’d ever make.
He clapped his hands, beaming. “You won’t be sorry.”
I picked up the glass of water again. “Oh, the question is will you be sorry when Cooper and Matthew find out that I’ll be traveling with the team of fifty men?” I smile, thinking about them blowing a gasket.
“Now that’s a phone call I would kill to be a part of.”
Sitting down, I brought my phone out and Facetimed them. I swallowed as they answered.
“So, princess, what is this meeting about?”
My mom put her hand on his arm. “Cooper, you need to relax.”
“So I got a job offer.”
“Did you?” Mom asked, surprised at this news. “That’s amazing! Doing what?”
I looked at my mom and then at Cooper. “Doug offered me a job with the team as their PR.”
Mom’s smile went slowly away as the tic in Cooper’s head bulged.
“No. Not a fucking chance in hell.” He pushed away from the table and disappeared from the screen. “We go way way back to when I was playing; no way should he give you an opportunity without checking with me.” His shouting was heard but I couldn’t see him.
“Just a second,” I said to him. “Hear me out.”
He came back holding my mother’s hand. “This is such a great opportunity for me.”
“You will be traveling with thirty men,” Cooper said. “Jock men.”
“Actually about fifty, but are you saying that when you traveled with your PR girl you wanted to sleep with her?” I asked him. “Are you saying that Matthew tried to sleep with Mindy every single time? Are you saying that—” I didn’t have time to say anything else before he put his hand up.
“That’s enough. I would never ever think about sleeping with anyone besides your mother.” He kissed her hand. “Never in a million years would I do that to her. But, not all of them are like me or Matthew.”
“I know that, Dad, I do, but you have to trust me. Your little girl is growing up.” I threw my hands up. “Or actually I’m already grown and I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am about this. How about this…if I feel for one minute that someone isn’t nice to me I’ll tell you or Matthew and then you guys can go in and do your crazy thing.”
The rest of the phone call was exactly what I thought it would be. Cooper balked and demanded to see a copy of the contract, where he stipulated that I be put on another floor away from the team, which I vetoed. And, well, then when I called my brother, Karrie told me that Matthew’s vein in his neck ticked for hours.
I rush around the messy room, grabbing my black tight jeans and blush
pink silk button-down shirt. Once I button it up, I tie a bow around the collar with the silk that is hanging down. I tuck the front of the shirt in my pants while I roll up the sleeves. I take out my blush suede Louboutins with matching purse from the closet. I smile at my collection of princesses shoes; that is what I call them. When I turned sixteen, Cooper handed me a credit card and called it Cinderella’s slipper. I smile thinking how he really treated me like a princess.
Running down the stairs, I get a message that my Uber driver is waiting. Grabbing my sunglasses, I lock the door and rush into the car. I have thirty minutes before I get there, so I apply a coat of mascara, as well as lip-gloss. I pile my hair on the top of my head in a messy bun. By the time we show up at the arena, I’m in the zone. Well, almost in the zone, if I didn’t almost trip over a guy walking in my way while he types on his phone.
When we smash into each other, my phone falls to the floor and shatters. “Fuck.” I bend and pick it up. My heart shatters like the screen just did.
“I’m so sorry.” His voice comes out gravely, deep, rough.
“It’s fine.” I look up at the man and I’m taken aback. He’s wearing a perfect black tailored suit, with mirrored Ray-Bans. His chest is broad and huge while his biceps look like they are going to rip out of his suit a la Hulk. His jaw is clean-shaven and his lips are perfect and plump. Wait, what the fuck is this, plump lips? Who am I? His hair is also perfect as it’s cut short on the side and flips over on top. You would think this man just stepped off the cover of GQ. But I know what is behind those glasses. Blue fucking eyes.
I look at what can only be described as a devil in disguise. Max fucking Horton. If there was ever a man I wanted nothing to do with it is him. Yet here I stand in front of him while he reaches out to see my phone, and my hands ache to feel his fingers on mine.
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