From Fling to Ring: A Hockey Romance (The San Francisco Aftershocks)

Chapter 12

TYLER

Holy mother of God.

This woman is hot.

She’s conjured some of the biggest anti-jock insults she could come up with and still hasn’t managed to get under my skin.

I get it. She’s testing me. Like she’s up to something, trying to confirm her preconceived notions.

Pretty sure it’s not working.

It blew her fucking mind I took care of my sister when she was little. I saw her face. She just couldn’t get her head around it. The woman clearly thinks I’m some kind of hulking asshole meathead incapable of managing the basic tasks of daily living, never mind looking after a younger sibling because our mother was gone.

I don’t know what’s up her ass, but when I pulled her to me for a kiss, she nevertheless responded in a way that gave me one of the biggest fucking hard-ons I’ve had in a long time.

And I get a lot of hard-ons.

She unlocks the front door of her apartment and drags me in by the corner of my jacket. I don’t bother telling her she doesn’t need to convince me to enter. Given that I’ve already climbed the steps to her door, it’s pretty much a sure thing I’m along for the ride.

She kicks off her shoes and throws her arms around my neck in the middle of her tidy little living room. “You’re so tall,” she says in between pressing her lush lips against mine.

I can remedy that.

I bend at the knees and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around my midsection. She squeals in surprise, something I didn’t expect for someone so practiced in tough guy moves, and it’s good to see she can’t anticipate every damn thing.

Her legs lock behind my back and she holds onto me for dear life. I put my hands under her ass and walk over to the sofa where I lower us. She ends up facing me, straddling my lap, and I pull her close, so close my erection grinds into her crotch. She gasps and I hope I’ve gotten through the hard exterior shell she so proudly wears around me like a damn defensive shield, lest I suck the life out of her like some sort of monster.

The woman has an attitude problem.

And I am so here for that.

I wanted to kiss her the whole damn night but didn’t, first, because my sister was there, and second, because I wasn’t sure how she’d respond. But as the night wore on, I felt her facade relax—not completely, but enough. I was getting closer to making my move without risking a kick in the balls.

With my hands on either side of her face, I take her in, from her big brown eyes and chin-length blonde hair, to her mouth smeared with mostly kissed-off lipstick.

I’ve never seen her this close up and fuck is she cute.

I lower my hands to her small waist, then down her hips and over her thighs, around to her ass, where I grab her cheeks and squeeze.

She reaches for the top button of my shirt, slowly working her way down until she reaches my belt. Running a finger inside the waistband of my trousers, she leaves me close to exploding, that’s how nice her touch feels.

I sit back on the sofa, relaxing and playing with her soft behind.

With great concentration, she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants, and the head of my cock strains against the fabric of my boxers. I’m enjoying the hell out of this, letting her do her thing, moving at her pace. I’m being completely, maddeningly passive in an effort to wind up the tension between us until she can’t take it anymore.

“What?” I ask when she pauses to look at me.

“Nothing,” she says, shyly.

Never thought ‘shy’ would be a word I’d use to describe Lucy Daley.

The thought is wiped from my mind in the very next moment, because she pulls my cock out of my pants, freeing it from its painful prison, and rubs her thumb over the clear drop of precum on the head.

Fuck me. Incredible.

Little did I know when the guys started giving me shit about my dating history less than a week ago, I’d end up here with this smart and smart-assed woman who is also, by the way, hot as fuck.

And who’s stroking me up and down with fingers that are magical enough to move heaven and earth and reduce any man to a blubbering version of himself and whatever he used to be.

God help me with this woman.

She leans close to my ear and I tighten my hold on her ass. “You like how I stroke your cock, Mister Hockey Guy?”

Hot damn. She’s got some dirty talk in her.

Jackpot.

I watch her as she moves my cock between her two small hands.

“Yeah, baby,” I murmur, trying to hold off. Fuck, it’s not easy. “You gonna watch me come?”

She looks at me and one corner of her mouth twists up into a naughty smile.

Goddamn, I knew she had it in her.

“Yeah. I’m gonna watch you explode. It’s gonna feel so good, you won’t know what hit you.”

Oh fuck, that’s what I’m talking about. I lean my head back on her sofa and let every sensation I’m capable of feeling travel straight to my throbbing dick. In seconds, my balls tighten and I squeeze Lucy’s ass so hard I know she’ll have marks tomorrow.

With a roar, I lose my mind and begin to ejaculate all over both her and myself, not giving a damn about the sort of mess I make, and the mess I know probably lies ahead.