So Pucking Over You (Power Play Off The Ice: Snowed In For The Holidays)

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Oakley

After a few more strokes he finally relents and lets his body relax. If Mom is right and he wants me as much as I want him all this pent-up tension in his body makes sense.

I know how tense I get when I’m close to him and try not to reach out and touch what I so desperately want. The restraint it takes to not let him see my desire. Have we really both wasted all this time?

Tonight, I plan on doing a lot more than give him a shoulder massage. Tonight, we get the truth out in the open. One way or another.

When he finally relaxes and lets me work the tension from his back and shoulders, I feel like I’m making progress. Now for the hard part.

“Did you date Sabrina?”

He tenses immediately. “Hell no!”

“Why not? She’s beautiful.”

“She’s not my idea of beautiful. I prefer natural women.”

“I get it. I like guys that are grounded.”

“Then what the hell did you see in Trevor?”

“That’s complicated.”

“I’m listening.”

“There’s this guy on the team that I’ve had a thing for. He’s never noticed me.”

Dash tenses under my palms. I’m taking that as a good sign. “I was a little tired of sitting home all the time and Trevor kept hounding me. I told myself I’d do one date. Which turned into an article for my boss. He liked that I was dating the star Center of the Blades and Trevor also liked the coverage he was getting. It was easier to go along with it and it let me be with the team more.

“Trevor was already getting on my nerves with his suggestions for articles I could do on him and places he wanted to go where we’d be ‘seen’. When he said he had to be somewhere else for Christmas I was relieved. After he returned, he started pushing for the publicity options again and insisted I come to these games and be with him.

“I was so over Trevor by that point, but I was a little worried he was going to propose. There was no way I could have said yes and was stressed with thinking he’d cause a scene.

“Honestly, I prefer the out he handed me to the one it could have been. I don’t think he handles rejection well.”

“He embarrassed you,” Dash snarls.

“Maybe, but you stepped in and fixed that.”

I take a deep breath for courage before asking what I really need to know. “How come you never brought anyone to the house when you came to visit with Gordy? You know you could have,” I press.

“There hasn’t been anyone in a long while.”

“Dating Trevor wasn’t all bad. It did get me the lead sport reporter experience on the paper.” Inhaling, I go for broke. “But I’m glad the facade is over. And even though you were forced into it, I’m glad I’m with you. You’re the one I’ve always wanted anyway.”

His body instantly tenses under my palms. So much time ticks past I wonder if he’s even breathing.

“Dash?”

Twisting, he reaches an arm behind him. Snagging my waist, he rolls us both. Settling me under him, he braces himself above me on his forearms doing a plank over me, so our bodies don’t touch. “Say that again.”

“You’re the one I’ve always wanted. The one I compared everyone else to.” Stroking a finger down his chiseled jaw I continue. “Am I just Gordy’s little sister? Is that how you see me? Or could I be more?”

“I noticed you. Hell, I can barely keep my eyes off you,” His voice is gravely, filled with emotion. “I’ve noticed you for longer than I should have. First you were a cheeky young girl who spoke her mind and could argue sports like a pro. You made me laugh and proud you were your own person. You played hockey like your brother and soccer like Pelé, all out.

“But there was another girl inside who always thought of others before herself. The first one to cheer on your teammates. You took care of your friends and stood up for people at school. You ran a special raffle to get equipment for the kids that couldn’t afford it.

“The first year Gordy invited me to your parents’ house for the holidays,” he continues, “You had a gift for me. One your mom told me you bought with your own chore money. You gave me the first Christmas presents I’d had in years. I watched a thoughtful child grow over the years and one day you were a young woman I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. At first I couldn’t reconcile the child with the grown up you were becoming.

“Then it was too late. I saw the woman you’d become and you’re all I’ve thought about for years. But you’re too young.”

“You don’t see me as an adult?”

“No — Yes, but I met you when you were young and you’re my best friend’s little sister.”

“Screw the bro-code. I’m an adult who gets to decide what she wants and who she wants. I want to see what— if— we can make something of this attraction. Quit giving excuses. If you aren’t interested, just say so.”

He lowers his hips letting our bodies touch from thigh to hip. I can feel his arousal pressing into me through his sweatpants. “Babe, I can’t get any more interested. But there will be consequences if we do this. Your brother’s going to be pissed, your parents may not approve, and I’m not sure what the team’s fraternization rules are now that you’re an employee. Not to mention, I’m a little possessive and a lot obsessed with you.”

I smile up at him. “Was any of that supposed to scare me away? Because it didn’t. Now kiss me, big guy, and show me what you got.”

Slowly, as if giving me time to change my mind, he lowers his lips to mine. The soft brush of his mustache teases me first. Then his warm, tender flesh meets mine, a hint of mint scents the air between us. He teases the tip of his tongue gently over my lips as if asking permission to enter.

“Yes. Please, yes,” I beg.

Part of me expected him to pounce but he’s teasing, cajoling. Somehow, I know he’s waiting, seeking, requiring my participation. I cup his cheeks running my thumbs over his surprisingly soft beard before swiping his lips with my tongue. “Let me in, Dash. I want you. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

As if I’ve shattered the damn holding him back, he thrusts past my lips, his tongue dueling with mine. His needy moans and gasps fill my head as his tenderness wraps me into his embrace.

“So long. So long, I’ve hungered and craved you. Never believing you could ever be interested in me. I still can’t believe it. But I’ll love you, cherish you as long as you’ll have me. I’m yours, Oakley. You’re the only one for me.”

“And I’m yours, Dash.”

Leaning back, he grabs the hem of my top and gently pulls it over my head. Instinctively I reach to cover the size of my breasts.

“Stop.”

“I’m so small,”

“You’re perfect.”

“There are peaches bigger than I am,” I sigh.

“I love peaches. So sweet and succulent and the perfect size to fill my mouth.” He proceeds to prove his point by suckling my hardened nipple before devouring my breast. Oh my god. I’ve never had someone pay so much attention to what I’ve always considered my worst asset. The way he plays me has me begging for release. “Dash, fuck me. I need you to fuck me.”

“When you’re ready, babe.”

He holds me still as he licks a path down my body until he reaches my satin thong and pulls it off. I push and shove his sweats until he kicks them to the floor.

Arms bracketing my hips, he studies my mound as if it’s the sweetest fruit he’s ever seen. Inhaling deeply, he chuckles. “You even smell like peaches.”

“Body wash. My body wash,” I groan as he laps his tongue over my needy bits. “Dash, oh my god, Dash. Please. Now. Right now.”

“I’m clean,” he says as he slides up my body.

“Me, too and I’m on the shots. Do it. Do it now! Please.”

“I’ll always please you, babe.”

Balancing on one hand he uses his other to guide himself to my entrance. Glancing between us I realize my man is super-sized all over. I must have gasped because his gaze shoots to mine.

“You okay? I can stop.”

“Don’t you dare! I am so ready for you.”

Gently he eases into me, filling me, stretching me, but in all the best ways. Once seated, he leans on his forearms that are braced on each side of my head and brushes his warm lips over mine. “You feel so good, babe. Even better than my dreams.”

“You dreamed about me?”

“You’re the last thing I think of before I sleep and the first thing in the morning.”

“Really?”

“A little stalkerish, I know.”

“No, we just wasted a lot of time. You’ve been in my heart for years.”

He lowers his lips to mine and slowly starts to move inside me. Each stroke is deeper than the last. “More, Dash. More. I want you, all of you.”

“You have me, babe. Forever.”

Each thrust sends me higher and higher. He’s hitting me in all the right places. The pressure is building in a way it never has before. “Yes, Dash. Oh yes. More. Yes!”

“Come for me, babe. Let go. Give it to me.” He shifts his hips and angle, and I explode. He follows me with a deep shudder.