Chapter 30
BENNETT
Iscore the game-winning goal and all I care about is her.
My gaze snaps to the glass and she’s there. Arms in the air, cheering like she’s one of the fans. Hair still perfect, badge around her neck. Every inch the composed, untouchable Tori Prince.
Except her eyes are bright and fixed on mine. And she’s smiling that smile.
The perfect tilt to her head, a slight tip that only I recognize.
My world goes quiet for one second.
Then she’s gone before the horn fades.
I’m halfway through the tunnel when I see her—up against the wall, phone in hand, badge around her neck.
Acting normal, like she’s supposed to be here.
Because she is.
She should be here, with me.
Fuck boundaries.
Everything about us feels right and I don’t give a damn what people think.
Hopped up on adrenaline, I brush past her. Close enough to catch her perfume, the rosy glow on her cheeks.
“Later, Sunshine,” I murmur, my voice low in the busy corridor.
Her eyes flick to mine, wide and shiny, those perfect scarlet lips tipping up slightly. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even nod. But I know I’ll see her tonight.
I hit the locker room with the rest of the guys, fueled by the win. Music blares from someone’s portable speaker and everyone’s celebrating, high-fiving and rehashing the key plays.
Keller steps in and flashes the lights, quieting us down.
“Nice win tonight. Good teamwork. Celebrate — lightly — then get some sleep. Curfew’s 11 pm. Don’t make me regret the extension.” He shoots a warning look around the room, his eyes landing on me.
As if I can’t be trusted.
I tip my chin and give him a two-finger salute. His jaw ticks and then he leaves the locker room without another word.
“Damn, Keller’s a real hardass.” I pick at the lifted edge of the tape on my wrist, unwinding the tight wrap and flexing my knuckles.
“He’s got something to prove, that’s for sure.” Weston tosses his sweat-soaked jersey into the laundry bag. “Rookie season in the league. We’re his guinea pigs.”
“Lucky us.” I strip out of my gear, grabbing my towel.
“You’ll be fine as long as you keep playing like you did tonight.” Weston slams his locker shut and I snicker.
“Scoring the game-winning goal?”
“Yeah, that works. And not fucking up off the ice.” He shoots me a sideways glance, his lips pressed in a thin line.
I nod. “Right. Play the best hockey of my life and have no fun. Got it.”
Weston shakes his head. “I’m not saying no fun.”
Aggravation builds in my gut. Because that’s exactly what it sounds like. Another warning.
Another reminder to behave.
Like I’m still the screw-up kid who can’t be trusted to keep his head on straight.
Never mind that I rescued his girlfriend.
Then paid for it with probation. Showed up early to early practice this season. Kept my nose squeaky fucking clean.
Put in the work.
Done everything short of bleeding for this team to prove I’m locked in.
And still my own brothers look at me like they’re waiting for the other skate to drop.
I square my shoulders. “What are you saying, Captain?”
He steps closer to me, leaning in. “Not her. Anyone but her.”
I grind my molars, jaw tight. For the first time in my life, I’m into someone — really into her — and the entire damn universe is against us.
Including my own brothers.
Fuck that.
“Heard.” I spin and head to the showers, leaving Weston and his well-meaning shitty advice behind.
The team meets at the hotel bar as soon as we’re back. Lights are dim and the space gets noisy, the highlight reel of our game playing on the TV above the bar. Keller’s 11 pm curfew looms over us, the clock ticking. Everyone orders drinks rapid-fire, not wanting to waste any precious time.
Least of all, me.
I tip my glass back, take a quick slug of club soda. My heart’s not in the scene tonight, but I need to put in face time. Gotta be a team player or more people will be sniffing around, not just my nosy ass brothers.
“Nice goal, Steele.” Morrison slides up next to me, resting one arm on the high top and jiggling the ice in his glass.
“Thanks. Pure instinct.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet. You’ve got a lot of miles on you.” The corner of his mouth quirks and I scowl at him.
Low fucking blow.
“One day you’ll be as good as me, Rookie. Don’t worry,” I smirk as he slugs down the rest of his whiskey.
“Fuck off, Steele.”
“I think I will. Gotta ice before bed.” I slap my quad for emphasis, selling the lie.
“Geezer.” His lips quirk and I flip him the bird.
“Keller wanted a light night. What can I say? I’m a model citizen.” I set my glass down and scribble my signature on the tab.
Morrison snorts. “Boring…”
But I couldn’t care less. I’m already moving out of the bar.
Alone in the elevator, I text Tori:
Five minutes.
Then I snap a selfie in the mirrored door and text it to the Hockey bros group chat.
Bennett: Off to ice. Good win tonight
Captain America: Thanks
Goalie Boy: Teamwork makes the dreamwork
Captain America: Of course you’d say that
Weston sends a goalie GIF and I Haha the stupid meme, one of Weston’s favorites.
Captain America: Glad you’re making good choices, Puck Bunny
Bennett: Don’t worry about me, Captain
Bennett: Night
I silence my phone and slide it into my pocket, flipping my hood up. The elevator dings at Tori’s floor and I step out, my heart hammering against my ribcage. I glance in both directions. All clear.
Eyes down, I move quickly to her door and knock once.
She opens the door a few inches, then steps back and leaves it ajar. I push in, shutting and locking the door behind me with a shaky exhale.
Tori’s room is higher up than mine, with floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city skyline. She’s standing at the window, gazing out at the sparkling lights. Bathed in the golden glow from the lamp, she’s stunning, every curve highlighted.
“Nice view.” I wind my arms around her waist, pulling her up against me.
“The city’s spectacular at night.”
“I wasn’t talking about Chicago.” I nuzzle her ear, kissing along her jawline. Her lips tip into a slow smile as I move down her neck. A tiny moan vibrates her throat and I nip at that freckle, her eyes fluttering closed as her body relaxes into me.
“Are we good?” I murmur between kisses.
“Mmm…”
I pause. “Does ‘mmm’ mean yes, Sunshine?”
She nods, eyes still closed. I splay my hand over her hip, caress her thigh.
“If you want me to stop, tell me.”
“I won’t.” Two decisive words, and my heart thuds harder.
“So you’re not worried about boundaries anymore?”
“No.”
“Good.” The word comes out rough as I spin her around to face me. My thumb brushes across her lower lip. “Strip.”
She steps toward the window, reaching for the curtains.
“Don’t.”
She glances over her shoulder, her dark brows arched. “Bennett…”
“We’re up high and the windows are tinted. No one can see in.”
She bites her lower lip, debating for a second. Then she undoes the top button of her blouse.
“That’s my girl.” A slow smile tugs at my lips as she unbuttons her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders. The fabric pools on the floor as she unzips her jeans, shimmies out of the denim.
“Gorgeous.” My eyes rake over her body, the perfect swells of her breasts in the black lacy bra and the flimsy scrap of fabric she calls panties.
I step forward, gripping her hips and kissing her.
Her lips are warm and soft as I slide my tongue in, tasting her.
My hand drops to her ass, smoothing over the bare skin.
Her fingers curl in my hoodie, then she’s lifting the fabric over my head.
She feathers her fingers over my pecs, her nails scraping lightly on my skin.
Sparks skitter over my chest, down my arms.
Reaching around her back, I unhook her bra with one hand and slide the silky undergarment away from her body.
I cup her breasts and bring the nipples to diamond-sharp points.
Rolling each rosy bud with my finger and thumb, she melts into me.
Chill bumps rise on her skin and her breath’s coming in quick, broken pants.
Her cheeks and chest flush pink as I lick and suck until she’s writhing, her head thrown back and lips parted.
“Bennett…” My name’s half whisper, half moan.
I kick out of my shoes and tug my joggers off until I’m naked. Her eyes widen as she stares at my hard cock, her pupils blown.
“Take off your panties.” I fist myself, stroking as she peels the last stitch of fabric off. “Good, just like that.”
The silk dangles from her finger as she hands them to me with a heated stare. I toss them on a nearby chair, not breaking her gaze.
“Face the window and look at the lights. That’s it.” My voice is encouraging as she takes a few shaky steps toward the window. I stroke the long line of her spine, sending a shiver down her back.
“Hands on the glass.”
“What?” Worry leaks into her voice as she peeks back at me.
I hook a finger under her chin, turn her to face forward. “Do it. Trust me.”
Slowly, she reaches up and flattens her palms on the glass. The lights glitter below us, Tori’s body a beautiful silhouette against the glowing night sky.
“Very nice. Don’t move.” I inch in behind her, trail my fingers over the smooth skin of her belly.
“Bennett…”
“Shh.” I bite her neck, just enough to make her gasp. “Feel how hard you make me.”
I press my thick cock against her ass and her entire body vibrates like she can’t decide whether to run or beg. My hands skim up her ribs, cup her breasts. I trail light circles around her nipples until they pebble tight. She rocks back against me, seeking friction.
“Greedy,” I tease, flicking her clit. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Say please.”
“Please.”
My hand slides lower. I palm her, my thumb finding her clit. One slow stroke, then firmer when she trembles. Her head falls back on my shoulder and I kiss along her exposed neck, grazing the tender skin with my teeth.
I move both of us closer to the glass, still kissing and sucking at her skin. Her shoulder, her collarbone, the crook of her elbow. Her eyes are shut tight, lips swollen and slightly parted.
“Fuck — look at you like this. I want to fuck you now.”
“Please.” Her voice is high and desperate, a plea.
I slide two fingers inside her and scissor them, stretching her out and getting her ready to take my cock. She gasps.
“So fucking wet. All from one look and one goal.”
She grinds on my hand, hips rolling. “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
“Where?”
She swallows hard. “Inside me. No condom. Just like this.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “I want you inside me. Nothing between us.”
Warmth floods my chest as I lean in, mouth at her ear. “Good. Then look out at the city and hold onto that glass.”
I lift her slightly, lining up my cock. Pushing the hair away from her neck, I kiss her nape, all the way back up to her ear.
“I’m going to fuck you up against this window, Tori,” I whisper, my voice gruff. “I want everyone to know you’re mine. Say it. Say you want that.”
“I do.”
Her breath catches as I ease into her, inch by inch. Slowly, letting her adjust to my size. I’m fully seated inside her for a minute and then I thrust once, hard.
“Oh god, Bennett.” She takes me, every inch, like she’s been waiting for this all night.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Take it. All of it.”
Her palms splay on the glass as I piston into her tight pussy. Muscles squeezing my cock, it feels so fucking good I have to work to hold on. I want to make this last, have her crying and panting so hard she forgets what a fucking boundary is.
One hand on her hip, I reach up and lace the fingers of my other hand with hers to get better leverage. The glass cool beneath my skin, her body burns against mine. I pound into her and her skin squeaks on the glass, the pads of her fingers curling as she chases her release.
“Oh…my…fuck…” Her body shudders as she orgasms, falling over the cliff.
“So…fucking…close…” I keep going, not easing up on the speed or the pressure. Finally, I explode, spilling my release inside her.
I press my lips to the back of her neck, her skin still warm and flushed.
She’s beautiful like this, the glow from the city illuminating her curves. Her dark waves flowing down her back, my release trickling down her thighs.
Completely undone.
Mine.
I don’t know how I’m going to get through practice tomorrow.
But I don’t care right now.
I have her.
And that’s the only win that matters.