Taking Chances (BYC #3)

34. Lennox

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LENNOX

F uck. She has a point.

She also looks adorably confident in her argument, a look she wears far too rarely.

“Fine,” I grit out, grabbing another dishrag and joining her.

I tell her where the cups and glasses go, and she dries each one before placing it carefully in the designated spot.

Nope. That won’t work for me. But I’ll wait until she leaves, because having them showcased as if it’s a storefront window gives me the creeps. I’m shooting for ‘slightly messy and disheveled’. Something like she is right now. Hair still wild, skin still flushed, my t-shirt huge on her, hanging off one shoulder.

Her knees are chafed, and my dick stirs with the image of how she looked on her hands and knees for me. How needy and desperate she was. How she took everything I gave her, submitting to me completely. People tend to think that the dominant holds the power, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. She held all the power, and she decided to trust me with it. And I know she fucking enjoyed it.

It’s funny to think she’s never done similar things before. She’s a natural. But damn, am I glad to be the one to introduce her to it. To be the one to corrupt her.

I grab a quick shower before joining her. Working together, we’re done in less than half an hour, and the kitchen is spotless inside and out.

“Now I’m just missing some food,” I joke, opening the mostly empty fridge, and she giggles in response.

“I would love to help you, but I should really get going. This was supposed to be just a lunch drop off.” She waves a finger at me, making me grin.

“I’ll drive you. I can pick some things up on the way back.”

Back in my kitchen, I make quick work of putting the food away. In my bedroom, there are still traces of sex.

I change the sheets and throw them in the washer. Approaching the dresser, I open a drawer designated to her. Fuck, I haven’t even thought to use the stuff in it. It wasn’t intentional, but as ideas of what I wanted to do to her grew, so did my shopping list for miscellaneous kinky items.

And after today, the list can only get longer. I had a hunch that she might have interests similar to mine, but seeing it actually play out… fuck.

I’m nowhere near done. I want to completely unravel her.

I want to dig into her mind, find the dirtiest, kinkiest fantasies she never even admitted to herself and make them happen. Which gives me an idea.

It’s going to take some research, but it’s not like I have better things to do. There’s no need to find her limit checklist—I know it by heart, but I search my bookshelf and quickly find the book I’m looking for—the one I stole from her place. I open it, and my phone pings with a text.

It's Jason.

Jace:

Hey, man. Don’t be a stranger. I want to know all about how that home-reno is going.

Everything’s peaceful here, at the moment.

I exhale a relieved breath. Each text from him is a mini panic attack. Including a few photos of my place, I shoot him a text back.

I have another text unread, this one from a number I don’t have saved.

Unknown number:

Hi, Lennox. It’s Matt Anderson, Connor gave me your number, which I hope is OK. If you remember, I teach hockey to the BYC’s kids, and we want to do something for the end of our training season. Please call me when you have the chance so I can tell you more about it.

“Hi, man. I just got your text,” I say when he picks up.

“Hey, thank you for calling me,” he responds, his voice chipper.

“No problem.”

I hear some noise coming from his side, but he continues. “So, I was thinking…” Is that… a zipper being undone? I shake my head. “I want to do something special for the last practice of the season. And since both Connor and you used to be pro, I thought it would be cool if we did a hockey game.” He quietly hisses. “Connor and the kids versus you and the kids. What do you think?” he blurts out. Obviously covering the mic, I hear him distantly whisper-yell, “Come on, Nat. I’m on the phone.” I also hear a quiet feminine giggle.

I guess I wasn’t imagining sounds. I internally chuckle and clear my throat to get his attention back. “Sounds good. When would the game happen?”

“Urm, I’ll text you all the details. Sorry, something just came up and I have to bounce.”

This time, my chuckle is loud. “Sure thing.” He hangs up immediately and my lips curve into a grin.

Just like Rina and Connor, they seem really in love. Not that I know what that’s like.

Matt’s idea sounds great. Hockey wasn’t a real passion of mine, but it will be nice to be on the ice again. And kick Connor’s ass while I’m at it. Maybe Anne will be there.

I check my email and notice there’s an invite for an event at L&L. It’s a group play event, but I have zero interest in it. Other than the first time I visited it with Rina and Connor, I’ve only been once. The club’s great, but since Anne and I started… experimenting, I haven’t really thought about going. Though, it would be a neat playground if Anne decided she was ready for it.

I don’t want to push her too far, but pushing her out of her comfort zone has become a favorite pastime of mine.