Dirty Play (Empire State Hockey Series)

25. Cade

“How are you all able to drive out here this easily? Like is this a part of the Williams family DNA?” Gwen asks, breaking the silence as we head back to my parents’ house.

After I found her on the dance floor, we all had a couple of drinks while catching up a bit. The drinks helped me deal with Kylie and Vince’s constant staring in our direction, which only got worse once Brandon left. Apparently, he had a work emergency.

My siblings weren’t very good at being sneaky, either that or they weren’t even trying to hide it. When I noticed them looking our way, I glared back, trying to force their eyes off us, but they just smirked like the little shits they are.

Something has shifted between Gwen and me since my surgery… truthfully, since the night we spent together before it. Since then, we have been navigating this new normal, trying to figure out what we’re doing. As long as we’re doing it together, I’m happy. My whole family has noticed, my mom even mentioned that I seem more like myself than I have in a long time. She didn’t outright say it’s because of Gwen, but the constant smiles at my girl, especially when we’re together, are enough for me to hear her unspoken words loud and clear.

They like her.

“I mean, we loved it out here, so we came a lot,” Vince says, lowering the music down as he turns down my parents’ street. “It helps when your sisters are little daredevils and always want to go off-roading at night. Man, Veronica used to egg us on so badly, tease us until we went out driving with her.”

I feel Gwen tense at the mention of Veronica and I’m silently kicking myself that I still haven’t told her the full story. I really need to. She deserves to know that part of my life. She deserves to know what life choices led me to where I am now

“We were young and dumb, but we had a lot of fun,” Kylie adds with a laugh.

“I feel like I’d need my high beams on at all times. The streets are barely marked and the signs that are there… well, they suck. I’d constantly be lost,” Gwen huffs.

“Nah, you’d eventually figure it out,” I say, pulling her toward me in the backseat. I don’t miss Vince watching us in the rear-view mirror, but I can’t bring myself to care.

Why am I nervous to have my family see me with Gwen? To see me happy?

What if your happiness upsets them? What if they get mad at you for being happy when you’re not deserving of it?

Shaking my head, I try not to think about it, knowing that Vince is definitely already pissed. We’ve been avoiding each other since dinner the other night when he decided to explode and unload a few of the things I wish I’d been able to tell Gwen. I’m thankful he drew the line at telling her about the surgery. I haven’t told Gwen that I was a match or about the snowboarding trip and my accident.

I need to tell her… I know I do. Vince made it pretty damn clear that I’ve been selfish, and I believe him. At this point, I think I’m just so scared of fucking everything up and hurting Gwen. And that she’ll realize I’m not worth her time.

Vince and Kylie drop us off at my parents’ house and we sneak inside, tiptoeing our way through the dark, doing our best not to wake anyone up, which is easier said than done when you’re a bit tipsy.

Walking down the hallway toward our rooms, I don’t even ask, just open my door and tug her inside with me.

“What’re you doing?” she gasps as I push her against the door. I press my hips against hers, loving her soft moan when my cock rubs against her.

Fuck, I want her. I want to sink so deep inside of her I lose myself.

Lightly gripping her neck with my left hand, I push her hair out of her face with my right. Gripping her throat tighter, I pull her in until my mouth is at her ear.

“Taking what’s mine,” I growl. Stepping back, I flick the button of her jeans. “Now, strip.”

She stares at me for a moment, her mouth gaping open, the shock evident across her face, and I want to laugh… except I’m not joking. She must realize it because she doesn’t say anything—just takes a moment to assess before stepping around me to undress. I lean back against the door, watching her every move until she’s down to her bra and panties. She unclasps her bra, dropping it to the floor, and slowly slides down her panties, watching me with a devilish smirk the entire time. Standing up straight, completely bare, she looks at me confidently. She has the kind of beauty that I can’t comprehend.

“Now what? We both know I won’t fuck you until you’ve been cleared. Definitely don’t want to have to explain to my boss that I’m the reason your recovery went to shit.”

“No one said anything about fucking, Tink. Now, get on the bed,” I growl as I lie down, my head on the pillow, and just watch her.

She listens—walks to the end of the bed, climbs on, and sits down. She”s really being a brat tonight, taking everything I say literally, down to the word. The mischievous look in her eyes tells me she’s doing this on purpose.

“Now what?” she asks, almost daring me. “Besides you taking your shirt off? At least then I would have some skin to look at while I’m completely naked.”

With one hand I grip my shirt and gently lift it over my head, avoiding my left side and tossing the shirt on the ground. Her eyes watch me, landing first on my tattoo-covered chest and then snaking down my arms. I love watching the way she looks at me. I know she loves my tattoos—I can tell by the way she’s biting her lip while staring at them.

“Crawl to me, Tink,” I tell her, a sly grin on my face. I want her at my mercy, falling on my every word. But her eyes are fixed on my arms, on the new ink that’s just starting to heal.

I watch her stare for a moment before she’s on her hands and knees, slowly crawling over to me and into my lap. When she stops, her bare pussy resting right on top of my cock, I nearly say fuck her rules and take her right here, but her hands distract me. Her fingers immediately trace the new design.

Her design.

“Cade…” she whispers, her voice trailing off. “Wh-when did you get this?”

I look down, watching her stare at it in awe, and I’m almost nervous that she’s going to hate it. I got this tattoo the second day we were here. I was tired of trying to avoid washing it all off every time I showered. Benji, a friend and the only tattoo artist I’ve ever gone to, was luckily able to squeeze me in first thing in the morning, so I was able to do it while Kylie and Gwen went flower shopping for the party on Saturday.

It took some convincing once he knew I was recovering from surgery, but thankfully, I wasn’t taking pain meds anymore and told him I was healing well, so he agreed. It helped that I sent him a picture of my arm with the flowers Gwen had drawn and told him my idea. He put two and two together and realized that these tattoos were sentimental, and the large, tattooed man is one of the biggest saps I’ve ever met.

“After we got here. I snuck off while you and Ky were busy one morning,” I tell her with a shrug, never taking my eyes off her.

“But how… didn’t it come off? I did that the first night home from the hospital.”

The first night we were home Gwen and I spent the evening together because she refused to let me recover alone. There wasn’t much to do so we ended up lying on the couch and watching another Harry Potter movie. I fell asleep, which seems to be a theme for me lately, but when I woke up an hour later, she was snuggled up with a new movie on, and I had a brand new tattoo. Thin little flowers covered any blank spots on my sleeve, such a sharp contrast to the thick lines and bold colors I already have, but somehow they were so complimentary.

“I know. I just knew that I wanted to get it added permanently, so I made sure it didn’t fade,” I tell her.

She looks so cute like this, her dark hair has fallen in her face, her naked body still straddling me while she inspects my new tattoos.

“But why? You’ve told me that all your tattoos have meaning, every one of them, and now you do this?” she says, obviously confused.

But I don’t know why she’s confused, the answer is pretty obvious.

“Because it’s from you. That’s meaningful enough,” I tell her, not needing any more of an explanation. “Now, come here.”

But this time, she doesn’t. Her hands trace the flowers, barely touching me but still enough to set my body on fire. I hate that she’s making me fight to get her where I can kiss her and touch her, but she’s being a pain in the ass and making me spell out exactly what I want from her.

And what do I want right now?

I want her to sit on my face.

“Tink, look at me,” I grumble, my voice raspy. “Come up here and ride my face. Let me taste you while I make you come.”

Her eyes widen, shifting to look down at my mouth, as she licks her lips. Darting my tongue out, I slide it along my bottom lip, already thinking about her sweet taste. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds before she’s moving, sliding up my body until she’s hovering over my mouth, her hands on the headboard.

I wait, expecting her to lower down, but she doesn’t. She’s hesitating.

“Sit, Tink. Smother me with this beautiful cunt,” I say, gripping her hips and waiting until she drops all the way down.

Her movements are tentative at first, hips rocking gently as I slide my tongue through her center, flattening it when I get to her clit.

“Fuck, Cade, right there,” she moans, her movements picking up, the pressure increasing as she starts to find her rhythm.

I can feel her wetness dripping down, coating my tongue as I swirl it around her clit. Her sweetness has me rock-hard and ready. Reaching down, I palm myself through my pants, willing the pressure down. I want her. I want her so badly it’s taking everything in me to not fuck her right here. My hands grip her, holding her in place as my nails dig into her thighs, anything I can do to stop myself from fucking her.

Pulling back for just a moment, I look up at her. Her eyes are wild, the dark green filled with the fire of her desire—she looks perfect.

“I wish you could see yourself like this, see how perfect you look. Your tits bouncing with every thrust, your eyes blazing. And this cunt, perfect and pink for me to taste and touch. This is my heaven.”

She tastes so fucking good, my cock filling as I lap at her wetness. My fingers move to find her clit. Coating them in her wetness, I rub firm circles as I slip two fingers from my other hand deep inside her. The mixed sensation has her screaming as her hands fall to my hair, pulling tightly as she starts to move her hips wildly.

“Yes, Cade. Don’t stop,” she whimpers, and I can tell from her movements she’s getting close. She’s almost frantic as she chases her release.

Sliding my fingers in and out, matching her pace, I flick my wrist, turning just enough that every time she rolls her hips, my fingers hit her g-spot.

In no time, she’s screaming, her whole body shaking as she rides my face until her orgasm consumes her, leaving her boneless. I hold her in place as her body collapses, melting into mine as the last remnants of her orgasm flutter through her body. I continue licking her, lapping up every last drop of her cum until it’s all mine. Her body is sensitive, every kiss and lick almost too much for her to handle.

When she lets me fuck her again, we’re going to work on that. I’m going to show her just how many orgasms I can give her in one night. I’m going to have her begging me to stop like a good girl. She’ll make sure to give me that ‘one more.’

Pulling back, I lift her off me and bring her down to lie on top of me. Her eyes flutter closed, a soft smile on her face.

“That was amazing,” she murmurs in her sleepy voice, and I love knowing it was me who made her like this. It was my mouth that brought her this pleasure and I’ll do it over and over again until she realizes just how much she means to me.

Even though I can’t say the words yet, I can show her.