25. Chapter 25
It’s the night of Cole’s first home game as an Ice Dragon, and I can barely contain my excitement. I’m wearing Cole’s new jersey in the black and electric blue team colors. Talon and I came to the arena together tonight because Foster had mandatory team practice. We find the seats Cole arranged for us on the home side of the ice, a few rows up from the glass.
“These seats are great. I’ve never been to a game here,” Talon says as we sit.
“Really? That seems odd with a hockey coach for a dad. I’ve been to a few games here with Cole’s family.”
“You know I’m not much of a fan of the game, mostly to spite my dad. He would come with his friends, but I wasn’t invited.”
“I’m sorry. Have you been in touch with your stepmom? Does she even know you’re staying in town?”
“I haven’t talked to her recently. After the funeral, she messaged me several times, asking if I wanted some of his things. I never responded.”
“You two don’t get along?” I ask, curious. I remember him calling her his step-monster once or twice in the past, but I knew very little of their relationship.
“Not as well as she wanted us to.”
I raise a brow but wait him out. He sighs and continues. “After I turned eighteen, her interest in me turned extremely friendly. She would make suggestive comments, of course, when my dad wasn’t around. She’d find ways to brush up against me or touch me somehow. It was creepy.”
“Ew, that’s yucky.”
“Exactly. That’s when I became hyper-focused on the band. I spent more and more time practicing and less time at home.”
“I don’t blame you. Do you know how your sister is doing?”
Tiffany says shes good, with no specifics. I feel like I’ve missed so much of her life and don’t know how to rebuild our relationship. She barely remembers me.”
“We could take her out. Both of us together, if that would make it easier for you? I can make sure Tiffany stays away from you.”
He laughs at the mean mug I make. He reaches out and grabs my hand, “Thanks, Kitten. I would appreciate that. I know nothing about relating to a tween girl. She is not the little ball of energy and sass that I remember. She barely said two words to me.”
“I’m sorry. We’ll work it out for both of you. You two deserve to be in each other’s lives. I always wished I’d had siblings, especially after the accident.”
He squeezes my hand, “Thank you.”
Loud music begins to play, and the team comes to the ice for pregame warm-ups, ending our conversation. I try to find Cole, who now wears number 11, but he finds me first. He skates to the boards and places his gloved hand on the glass. I hop down the stairs to meet him and put my hand with his on my side of the glass.
“You two are so cute,” Talon teases when I return to my seat.
The game begins with fanfare. The crowd goes wild when Cole is announced, and so do Talon and me. Watching the game with Talon is a lot of fun. He may claim he doesn’t like hockey, but he’s up cheering for every goal we score and on the edge of his seat whenever the other team has the puck in our zone. Watching him might be more entertaining than the actual game.
The game ends with the Ice Dragons winning by two goals and Cole getting one of the three MVPs of the game.
Talon takes my hand as we head into the crowd, “Come on, I need to deliver you to him. He has a surprise for you.”
He leads me down an elevator to the ice level of the arena and through a series of hallways until we are outside the locker room along with some other people, probably press and other players’ families. “We’ll wait here for him,” he tells me.
We stand quietly, waiting when I hear my name being called. I see Mrs. Thorne and a well-dressed gentleman walking up to us.
She stops and hugs me, “I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.”
“I didn’t either. Where were you guys sitting?” I ask her.
“The family suite. I saw you at the glass with that little hand thing you two did.”
She gives me a look that has me blushing. We haven’t told anyone else that we’re together. I guess that secret is out now.
“I’m glad to see him win tonight,” trying to alleviate the awkwardness.
“Me too. He played a great game.”
The players emerge from the locker room, showered and dressed in designer suits. They wave and talk to others hanging around, including the press. Finally, Cole appears, his blond hair wet but clean and looking sharp in his charcoal suit.
His mom greets him first, hugging and kissing him before introducing the man with her, Greg Adams. Cole shakes his hand and gives him a once-over before they walk away. Then he turns all his attention on me, ignoring the reporters wanting a chance to talk with the newest Dragon.
“Good game,” Talon tells him, smacking him on the back. “I delivered the package just as you asked. She’s all yours tonight, treat her well.” He kisses me on the cheek and leaves down the hallway we came from.
I raise a brow at Cole, “We have plans tonight?”
“Yep, ready to get out of here?” He offers me his arm.
“Absolutely,” I answer, weaving my arm through his.
Cole leads me back through the maze of hallways until we exit into a parking lot. We find his Lexus, and he opens my door so I can get in.
Are we going somewhere fancy? I ask him when he slides into the drivers seat, looking down at my jersey and jeans.
No, youll be fine in that.
It only takes a few minutes, and we’re pulling up in front of a ritzy-looking hotel. Cole gets out and goes to the trunk, pulling out a duffel bag. He meets me at my side of the car, where he helps me out and then gives the valet his keys. We walk into the lobby together.
I raise a brow, Were staying here tonight?
I wanted us to be able to spend some alone time together, completely away from the others.
He checks us in, and we take the elevator to the tenth floor. Our suite is enormous. We walk into the space with a living room, small dining area, and kitchenette. There’s an ice bucket with champagne, two glasses, and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries waiting for us on the table. I smile up at Cole.
Too much? he asks as he hands me a strawberry. I take a bite and let out a moan of happiness. So good.
“What is all of this? I ask, still savoring the sweet and tart taste of the treat on my tongue.
He sweeps his arm out, encompassing the room. This is my grand gesture.
Your what?
A grand gesture. In every romance movie, the man does something idiotic and makes a grand gesture to the woman to show how sorry he is. Welcome to mine.
He pours each of us a glass of champagne, grabs the plate of strawberries, and leads me to the couch. After we sit, he hands me my glass, and I take a sip.
Please forgive me, Blake. For abandoning you when you needed me most. For walking away from my best friend and not being there when she needed me most. I promise my actions have nothing to do with you and how I felt about you. I was drowning in expectations, and it was a hit to my ego that my girlfriend wanted to see other guys. Instead of talking to you, I ran away. Ive loved you for as long as Ive known what love is. I dont want to live my life without you being a part of it, the best part of it.
I love you too, Cole. I always will.”
As the final word leaves my mouth, Cole is on me. He puts every bit of love he can into the sweet kiss he gives me. But it turns passionate and needy quickly, causing us both to moan and cling to each other.
Can we take this to the bedroom? More surprises are waiting there, he asks
I nod and let him lead me there.
Cole brings the champagne bottle, and I grab the plate of strawberries. In the center of the candlelit bedroom is a king-size bed covered in rose petals. I smile at Cole and throw myself on the bed.
“Oh no, clothes don’t get worn in that bed. Let’s take this into the bathroom. There’s a nice tub to soak in.”
The marble bathroom has an oversized jetted tub in the corner. While Cole fills it with hot water and a scented bubble bath, I go into the bedroom and steal some rose petals and candles. Once the tub is full, I toss the petals and set the lit candles on the side. We each strip down and get in. He refills our glasses and feeds me a strawberry.
We indulge in champagne, strawberries, and passionate kisses until the water gets cold. Cole gets out first, grabs a towel, and dries me before himself.
When we’re back in the bedroom, before making it to the bed, I stop him with a hand on his chest. I slowly kneel in front of him, his dick level with my face, and look up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark with desire, and he bites his bottom lip.
“You don’t have to do that. This night is supposed to be about you,” he rasps out.
“This night is about us, and I want to worship the man who laid down a win tonight. Now let me.”
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and take him into my mouth. He groans when he slides in my mouth, and his hand weaves itself in my hair. I set a slow pace, hollowing out my cheeks and taking him in and out. His hand on the back of my head is encouraging but not demanding. I suck harder and speed up the pace, making him buck and hit the back of my throat, making me gag. He gives a tug on my head, and I let go of his dick with a pop.
“I don’t want to start this night by coming in your throat,” he says and helps me off the floor.
I lay on the bed. Cole follows me, covering me with his hard body. His hands kneed my breasts and pull at my nipples while his mouth devours mine. He tastes like champagne and a hint of strawberries. When he tries to move down my body, I thread my fingers through his hair and stop him. “Not now. Just fuck me. I’m ready for you.”
With no argument, he lines himself up and pushes his long, hard length inside. I sigh when he’s filling me to the hilt, and he stills.
“You feel so fucking good,” he breathes out in wonder.
I wrap my legs around him and nudge him with my foot, “Move.”
His grin says he loves my impatience. His thrusts are long and slow, and the pace is killing me.
“More. Please,” I whine.
He smirks down at me, “Aren’t you demanding?”
With little effort he moves me around, bringing my legs to him and placing my feet by his ears. He bends me nearly in half, slamming into me hard and fast. His cock hits deeper inside of me, and it doesn’t take long before my body is shaking with my impending release. A few more strokes and I shatter. My head feels like it’s spinning, and my limbs are heavy. As I’m coming down from my high, Cole’s rhythm stutters before he stiffens, and I feel him come inside of me.
He rolls to the side, lays my head on his chest, and breathes with me. Then, he kisses my head.
“That was…” he trails off.
“Wow,” I finish for him.
His chest shakes with laughter, “Yeah, wow, works.”