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

Chapter 35

LUCY

“That wassome pretty hot stuff, our little phone sex thing,” I say while we ride the elevator up to the penthouse.

He responds only by pressing the elevator button about ten times, like we all do when we’re in a hurry, even though we know it won’t do a damn bit of good.

“Mmmm hmmm,” he grumbles.

Damn, he’s wound tight. And I am enjoying the hell out of it.

I back him into a corner and place my hands on either side of his face. “Darlin’, what’s up with you? You’re like a bomb about to explode.”

He looks past me as the elevator doors open, and gestures with his chin that it’s time to exit.

Jesus. What a grump.

I skip into his apartment, right over to the windows with the views of the Golden Gate Bridge. It’s nighttime, so all I can see are the arching lights of the towers and cables and the headlights of the cars speeding over it.

So freaking beautiful.

I throw my jacket onto the back of a chair. “You know, if I lived here, I’m not sure I’d ever leave. I’d set up my desk right in front of this window and work here all day long. Actually, maybe that wouldn’t be such a good idea. I’d be tempted to stare out the window all day instead of doing my work?—”

Tyler grabs me from behind, holding my breasts, and starts to lay feather kisses down the side of my neck. He smells incredible, like plain soap and shampoo since he just showered, and I snuggle back against him into his growing erection.

“Yum. That feels so nice, Tyler,” I murmur.

He lifts my shirt and bra so his hands are on my bare flesh and caresses me, softly at first, and then a little rougher until he’s pinching my nipples just how I like him to.

“I see you’re wearing my hockey jersey,” he growls in my ear. “The right jersey this time, I might add.”

“Yeah, this time I looked all over the jersey to make sure it had both Aftershocks and your number,” I say, reaching behind me and holding his hips. “It felt good to have it on during the game, like we were connected or something. Even though you wouldn’t wave at me.”

At that, he spins me around. “I’m sorry about that. I’m kind of… messed up in the head lately.”

He’s unbuttoning my jeans but leaving the hockey jersey on. I like where this is going.

“What’s wrong, Tyler? What’s got you all bunged up?”

He shakes his head. I get it. Now is not the time to talk about feelings. He needs to express himself physically.

And I am so here for that.

I step out of my jeans, leaving them completely inside out, and Tyler drops to his knees. He pushes aside the crotch of my lacy thong panty, and I lean back against the window for purchase, pressing against the cool glass with my hands.

“Can anyone see in here?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.

“I don’t care,” he grumbles.

That’s when his tongue finds my clit and goddamn, I nearly lose it right there. He flicks and teases, then lifts one of my legs and puts my foot on his shoulder, propping me wide open, burying his face in my pussy like a drowning man.

I’ve been seeing Tyler for a few weeks now, and we’ve been intimate on several occasions, but he’s going for it now with a hunger I’ve never seen. He can’t get enough of me. Something is different.

No complaints.

“Baby, you taste so good. I was thinking about this pussy all during the game. You don’t know what you do to me.”

I had no idea.

With one foot on the floor and the other on balanced on him, I grind into his face for more pressure and my God, it’s heaven, pure heaven.

I run my fingers through his hair, then lift the hem of my shirt until my hands are on my breasts. “Oh God,” I cry, trembling the way I do just before an orgasm hits.

“Oh, oh… I don’t think I can keep standing…”

Just before I collapse, he grabs me by the waist and lays me back on the floor. I pull my legs up by the knees and he keeps working me. He slides one finger in and out of my pussy and next thing I know, it’s pressed against my bottom, and holy shit, I never knew something like that could feel so good.

“Yes, yes, yes, Tyler,” I gasp, writhing under him.

But it’s when he pops his finger in my ass that I really lose it, pounding on the floor under me, tossing my head, and pumping my hips for more.

“Oh God, I’m coming, Tyler, I’m coming,” I cry.

“That’s right, baby,” he groans. “I’m gonna give you more where that came from.”

His eyes are dark and wild as he moves between my thighs, pushing one of my legs over his shoulder. He positions himself at my entrance and I swear, I hardly recognize this man, something is so different about him, so animalistic. It’s scary and exhilarating all at the same time.

“Ready for me?” he asks, although it’s more of a statement than a question.

I reach between my legs so I can feel him entering me, his cock stretching me open. I keep my hand there as he slides in and out and it boggles my mind how hard he is. I slide my other hand under his shirt and smooth it over his warm, strong back.

Goddamn, he’s deep inside me and I’m floating on some sort of cloud of pure bliss where everything in the world is perfect all the time, where I don’t have to investigate dirty bathrooms, and where the man I’m dating is not the secret subject of the book I’m writing.