For Pucking Keeps: A Hockey Romance (The Seattle Vipers Series Book 1)

21. Tor

TWENTY-ONE

Ihaven’t seen Brea in months, her music is everywhere though. Smooth honey-brown skin, with dark brown eyes gaze out at the crowd as she takes a seat on one of Lia’s kitchen bar stools. Long black locs fall down her back, so long they almost touch the floor of the platform she’s on. Silver rings adorn every finger, long chains swing loosely around her neck, creating a rock star/alternative soul vibe. She wears an oversized black dress that hides her body, cinched at the waist by a brown braided belt, a pair of brown cowboy boots finish off the look. It’s eccentric, stylish, and only Brea can pull off this ensemble, worthy of a Rolling Stone cover. She’s beautiful, striking, alluring, and Ridley is absolutely in love with her. Looking at her up there, owning who she is, a confident musician, successful in her own right, I wonder if she still feels the same about him.

“I can’t believe she is here. Tor, it feels surreal. I’m going to fangirl hard. Don’t let me embarrass myself. I keep forgetting you are all friends,” she squeals quietly beside me, and I can’t help but love my Supernova more. Jaz doesn’t consider herself well-known or a celebrity, despite the uptake in book sales and her growing readership. She doesn’t think twice about the positive or negative press she receives. I guess she leaves the blow ups to me and my agent, Parker. No, she ignores it all and considers herself just a normal person who writes books. I think it’s comical, but I love how real she is at the same time.

Jaz clearly has an obsession though. Brea is her go to music inside her earbuds as she writes. She mentioned weeks ago that she went to several live shows when she first moved to Seattle. My girl fell in love with Brea’s music, and I can’t blame her, Ridley’s ex is brilliant.

Brea leans into the mic, adjusting it slightly as she rests her guitar on her knee. “A lot of you I already know in this room,” she smiles as Devan whoops in excitement, along with a few other teammates. “For those of you who are new to me, I’m Brea Brookes.” She inclines her head as the room erupts in applause. Jaz does a little happy clapping dance and my eyes immediately land on the bounce and swell of her breasts through the fabric of her dress. “I’m here for the birthday girl.” Brea shields her eyes against the lamp lights around her and spots Lia in the crowd. “There she is. Lia, I wouldn’t miss your twenty-fifth birthday for the world. Tonight is your night. This song is for you.”

My eyes scan the room. I don’t initially see Rid. I almost excuse myself to check the other sitting room until I spot him leaning against the back wall. The curved archway next to him leads into Lia’s kitchen, our teammates walk in and out, beers and other drinks in hand. Everyone’s attempting to squeeze into the one sitting room to watch the mini concert. Some of them stop to talk to him, possibly checking in considering the circumstances. But Ridley is barely giving them his attention. No, his eyes are on one person in this room, his position against the wall is strategic. You’re not fooling me, Ridley Masters. My lip quirks up in a smirk. He is directly in Brea’s line of sight.

I’m watching the scene play out in front of me like a movie as Brea looks up briefly and locks eyes with Ridley and pauses. Her fingers mid-strum, she takes him in, giving him a quick once over before she bows her head. A soft melody strikes up from the guitar and Jaz squeals again.

“It’s Give in to Me! My favorite song,” she whispers excitedly. I shake my head in amusement because I already know this is indeed her favorite song. Jaz backs into my chest and my arms find the smooth curves of her hips. I squeeze her flesh between my palms, and she melts into my embrace. My fingers itch to wander further, but if I start, I won’t stop, and I don’t care if we are in a room full of people.

Brea’s sultry, deep alto fills the room, captivating the entire house, no one moves as they stare transfixed. Her voice gives me chills, silky smooth with a hint of raspy vulnerability as she sings about confessing love, giving into bottled up feelings, to building a foundation of trust, of giving in and starting anew. The lyrics hit harder as I hold Jaz in my arms, her resistance to give in to me, to give me her heart completely, to say she loves me. She’s given me everything else. . . What’s holding her back?

Jaz rests her head on my chest, her curly hair braided into some intricate updo giving me access to her long neck. I lean in, letting my nose skim her ear. Sensing my destination, she tilts her head up, and my breath catches at the sight of the sparking galaxies that make up her irises. The swirling pools of colors move hypnotically, enthralling me, like the haunting melody of the intro to Brea’s next song. She offers me her lips, and I would be a fool to resist. I kiss her, swiping my tongue against her bottom lip, she parts them, a welcomed invitation, and dive into her mouth. I kiss her until I know she is wet and ready for me. The lust in her waiting gaze, her hooded eyes and blown pupils are all the clues I need. But I do love to make her squirm, delayed gratification is the best kind of foreplay.

“You’re so mean,” she whispers against me, taking one last nip at my bottom lip.

“No, I consider myself considerate, Supernova. You don’t want me to have you screaming and calling out my name surrounded by my teammates, now, do you?” I cock a brow and she shifts her hips, swaying them to the music, and grinding into my very hard length. If she keeps doing that, she’s going to get fucked. Hard.

“No.” She squirms against me as Brea continues to sing her heart out the room. No one is paying us any attention, all eyes are on Brea, it would be too easy to see just how excited my girl really is. I’m this close to calling her out and pulling up the back of her dress and dip my fingers into her pussy and finding out the truth. She is thrilled by the idea of a little public exhibitionism. Oh, Alexis, I learn something new every day.

“Liar,” I lean in a whisper into her ear, she shudders, her entire body trembles, and I have all the answers I need. “But you’re going to be a good girl and enjoy Lia’s birthday, aren’t you?” I use my fingers to trace circles along her lower back and she whimpers. “Because you love it when I make you wait to cum, don’t you, baby.”

“Yes. Yes,” she replies, her voice low and breathless.

Jaz looks up at me again, her eyes pleading but I give her a slow shake of my head. I mouth, “Wait.” She has the nerve to pout her kiss swollen lips at me. We can experiment with her newfound exhibitionist kink later. Tonight she will cum for me and only me. I will have to blind my teammates if they ever witness her in that state, and they need their eyes to play hockey. I tease her ruthlessly as Brea plays on, the occasional kiss here, my touches become more exploratory, but never enough to appease her growing need for me.

I glance Ridley’s way, ignoring Jaz’s protest as I pull my hand away from her again and I freeze. His body is ramrod straight, his jaw tight, even from this far away I can tell he’s clenching his teeth. If he holds his beer bottle any tighter. . . Yeah, I know exactly where this is going. He pushes off the wall and takes a step forward, then stops. My boy is about ready to snatch Brea off the platform, his control is slipping and slipping fast.

Brea’s high note crescendos, then cuts out as she ends her song with a beautiful guitar solo.

Brea looks up and smiles. “Happy Birthday, Lia. Thank you for having me.” She stands and bows her head, and the room goes crazy. Lia and Jaz screaming the loudest of all. I blow out a breath, because now that she’s finished, maybe Ridley will back off and not make a spectacle of himself. I check his location once more and he’s gone. Maybe it’s for the best. Maybe he went to get another beer. Either way, I make a mental note to check in with him later.

“I think this is the best I’ve ever seen her. What a birthday gift. I’m just glad I was here to witness it.” Jaz beams up at me and then steps away as the crowd begins to mingle again. Lia’s party playlist starts up and the party goes back to normal. All my seductive touches are forgotten as Jaz embraces Lia. They both jump up and down excitedly, Lia, still a bit tipsy, but more sober now than she was earlier, begins talking a mile a minute. They exchange words I can’t hear as Devan turns his attention to me. Leaving Lia and Jaz in the middle of the room, he comes to stand beside me.

“He didn’t know she was coming.” He leans in to keep from raising his voice over the music. I don’t have to guess who ‘he’ is; I know he’s talking about Ridley. Of course, he didn’t know. Lia probably thought it was best for her to just show up and let him be surprised like everyone else. “I thought we were going to have to drag him out of here, but he kept his shit together.”

I look around again out of habit in search of my best friend. “He left as soon as she finished. I doubt he’s gone, probably went somewhere to calm himself. The last thing he will want to do is cause a scene tonight. Lia will be furious if he does.”

Devan shakes his head then gestures toward Brea. I glance up to see a tall, slender guy beside her as she packs up her guitar. He leans over her in a way that appears too familiar. I lock eyes with Devan. “Is that the supposed boyfriend?”

“Yes. You would think she would have left him at home tonight. Why would she parade him around when she knew Rid would be here. Does she want to get the dude killed? I mean shit, Tor. Look, we need to keep an eye?—”

I hold my hands up in surrender. “Nope. That’s my cue. I’m going to get my girl, carry her next door and spend the rest of the night. . .” I let my words trail off as Devan groans in frustration.

“Look, I’m already on Lia duty tonight,” he huffs, like he’s actually put out by what he considers looking after her.

“Oh please, Devan. Who are you kidding?” I purse my lips. “I see you and I see her, you two aren’t fooling anyone but yourselves.”

Devan scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I need better friends,” he throws his arms up in defeat. “Oh wait, I don’t have time for that shit. Wait,” he looks around the room. “Where’s Gossman, or the newbie Maxwell. I’m retiring both you and Masters. I’m not supposed to be the responsible one here, Captain.”

I tip my head back and laugh. I know I am being an asshole for leaving him to deal with the possible fall out. But I’m going to be selfish. I step away, patting Devan’s shoulder. “You got this. Call me if and only if, Ridley does something he can’t come back from.”

“Oh, it’s like that, Tor,” Devan says incredulously. “You’re really leaving!” He sighs as I walk away. “Fine!” he shouts behind me.

“See you bright and early tomorrow!” I shout back as I close the distance between Jaz and me. I am taking my girl home. I need to hear her scream.

“Tor, I didn’t get to give Lia her birthday present,” I mumble, his lips pressed against mine as we stumble through the doorway of my house.

“Baby, she’s your neighbor. Give it to her tomorrow,” he says. Both of us mutter our words through pushing, panting kisses. Tor shoves the front door closed, kicking his leg out behind him. I hum appreciatively when the doors click shut softly and not with the anticipated slam. My poor stained-glass wouldn’t survive.

Breaking the kiss, I take a step back, looking right, I eye the couch, then glance back at Tor for direction. I’m so keyed from his earlier teasing he could fuck me right here against the front door, hell the front porch, and I’d be more than satisfied.

“Show me what’s mine, Supernova. Strip for me.” He stalks over slowly, as I do exactly what he’s asking. I reach down and slip my boots off one at a time. I curse softly, making Tor chuckle as I wiggle out my thermal tights, because you know, it’s cold outside. Seriously, not my sexiest of moments. My cardigan slips off next, sliding down my shoulders, I toss it off to the side. I take another step toward the stairs and lift my maxi dress over my head in one swift motion. The sound of Tor hissing in appreciation has me smiling before I can see the hungry expression on his face.

“No panties, Alexis? Fuck, you’ve been bare this entire time.” He lifts a brow, “I thought you were wearing those barely there panties you love when I was stroking your ass earlier, but damn it.” He pulls his sweater over his head and drops it to his feet. Toeing off his boots and socks, leaving him in nothing but jeans. His muscles flex, smooth and lickable grooves that I plan to taste every inch of tonight. “If I’d known, maybe I would have given you what you wanted earlier.”

I unhook my bra, honestly, sex or no sex, it’s the best part of any night. To let the girls swing freely is like breathing after being starved of oxygen. “Tell me, what did I want earlier, Mr. Bailey?” I ask, feigning ignorance as I toss my bra and it manages to land across the room near the dining room. I will definitely rethink my choices in the morning light tomorrow, but my desire to have him inside me is defying all my logic.

“You wanted me to take you outside in the icy air, let those delectable nipples freeze and harden, only to be relieved by the heat of my lips and tongue wrapped around them. Let the entire neighborhood hear you chant my name as I warm you up with my dick buried deep inside you, right there on the front porch.” He points behind him, his thoughts mirror my own from moments ago.

I take a deep breath, my chest heaving at the thought of being seen. Only Tor can bring out such desires in me and I want to explore it all with him.

“Come here, Alexis, let me feel how wet you are from just the mention of it.” He beckons me over, crooking his finger towards me and I’m tripping over my feet to get to him.

My pussy practically jumps into his hand as he cups me, plunging two fingers into my dripping wet heat. I gasp. With a stroke of his thumb over my clit, I fall into his body, his touch is dizzying, and I struggle to remain standing.

“Hmm. . .so wet, dripping, Alexis. I’m going to have to fulfill this fantasy when you least expect it.” He hums as he pulls out of me and licks his fingers clean. I watch my arousal run down his hand and I turn downright feral at the sight. I throw my arms around his neck, and I seal my lips to his, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting myself and loving it. I whimper with the need to climb this man like a tree. I can’t get enough of him, pepper kisses down his beard until I reach his neck and suck hard. Marking him. Mine. Yep, I’m going primal tonight.

“You’re mine, Torrance Bailey, all mine.” I break the kiss, leaning my head back to look into his gorgeous hazel eyes. Tor smiles, leans down and palms my ass, lifting me off the floor. I shriek in surprise, because I will never get used to him picking me up like I weigh nothing when I know I do.

“Are you staking your claim now, Miss Rhodes? I thought we established who I belonged to months ago. I guess I will have to worship you on my hands and knees to hammer the point home,” he says as he carries me toward the stairs and sits me down. Thank the designer Gods for suggesting I carpet these bad boys, because wood against my back wouldn’t be pleasant. Tor towers over me and kisses me thoroughly, I’m a puddle of need as he swallows every moan and plea for more. Words fail me. I don’t think I answered his claiming question as he kisses up and down my body, licking, sucking and biting my breasts, leaving marks that will remain for days after this. Considering he will be leaving again in two days, his marks on my body are a welcome reminder of all the ways he’s wrecked me.

“Brace yourself.” Is all the warning I get before he grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders. Tor dives face first into my pussy and feasts.

“Oh, oh, holy shit!” I buck off the steps, but he pins my hips down with his arms. My head thrashes, my words incoherent as I praise and pray to any god, goddess, or deity who will listen. I am a tangle of emotions, wanting to scream out my love and holding myself back. His teeth clamp down on my clit and I howl in pleasure, like a fucking wolf, crying out desperately for its mate. Primal, remember, I’m feeling primal. My eyes clench shut and I cum all over his face.

“That’s right, Supernova. Give. It. To. Me,” he commands as he continues to savor my release on his tongue, not letting up for a second as he begins the process all over again. I’m delirious, begging for him to stop, but asking for more, more, more.

Sweat coats my naked skin. My arms are outstretched and shaky as I attempt to cling to something, anything to stop me from slipping down the step I am perched on. Tor’s tongue fucks my pussy, devouring every inch of me as I lose myself to another orgasm, then another. I’m a boneless mess as I cry out, my voice hoarse from screams as he demands and takes everything.

“Tor, please, God, I can’t,” I plead, tears streaking down my face from pleasure overload. Tor looks up, eyes wild, lips glistening with the remnants of my arousal and stands.

“I will never get enough of you, Alexis. I will never be sated, my need and hunger for you only grows, I’m a glutton, a sinner for you and only you, Supernova. Now, turn over and put your ass in the air baby, I can’t wait to get you upstairs,” Tor commands.

I move into position, eager to give him exactly what he needs. The sound of him undoing his belt buckle, followed by the teeth of his zipper pulling apart. It’s my only warning before he grabs my hips and thrusts deep.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh!” I shout as he pounds into me.

Tor groans in pleasure. “You feel so good, Alexis. I’m going to fuck this pussy all night. All”— thrust—“night”—thrust—“long”—thrust. With a sharp smack to my ass cheek, then another, I mewl from both the pain and euphoria. Sex with Tor is always otherworldly, and out-of-body experience transcends all logic. How two people can come together, so in sync, knowing exactly what the other needs is damn right magical.

“Stroke your clit, Supernova, cum with me,” Tor grits out. I plunge my fingers between my thighs and circle my clit in time with his thrusts. My orgasm builds, igniting inside of me like a raging beast clawing to be set free. I cry out.

“I’m cumming. Oh God, Tor!” I shout, almost face planting, if not for Tor’s strong arm holding me up.

“I fucking love you so fucking much!” Tor roars his declaration as he cums, his body presses me further into the steps. My arms attempt to hold me up again, but I have nothing left. Tor pulls out of me, leaving behind an emptiness that has me hitching my breath to hold back unbidden tears. God, I love him. I love him.

Tor pulls up his jeans, then extends his hand to me, and I take it as he hauls me to my feet. I sway and he catches me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Now, I’m going to need you to sit on my dick and ride me. I want my cock coated with your juices and you painted in mine. Then we are going to do all of this again and again until we’re both comatose.” He turns, the sound of his belt buckles clinking with each step he takes. I walk on trembling legs behind him as we cross the threshold of my bedroom and remain there, getting lost in one another until sunrise.