Chapter 6 #2
“How old were you when he left?” He snapped his brows together and set his fork on his plate.
Here we go with the analysis of my fucked-up childhood. “I was four. My parents never married, and they were young when I was born.” I lifted my chin as my chest clenched. “You could say I was a mistake.”
His gaze softened, and he squeezed my hand, resting next to my plate. “You’re not a mistake, Ronan. Don’t say that about yourself. Look at what you’ve brought to the world—your music makes people happy, gives them strength when they need it.”
I stared at him. Sure, I understood that, but no one had ever expressed it so bluntly before. I swallowed hard and, in a croak, said, “Thanks.”
“I mean it.” He shook my hand, studying me. “When was the last time you saw your father?”
“I don’t know, maybe five years ago? He showed up at a gig in a large bar in Seattle. This was before our breakout album hit and we started filling stadiums.” He’d been looking for money then, and I hadn’t any to give. “He was strung out, probably on meth.”
“Oh, he’s a drug addict?” He twisted his lips. “I’m sorry.” He picked up his fork. “That really sucks.”
“Yeah, it does.” I eyed him. It had sounded as if he’d had one of those fairytale childhoods, but had he? “What about you? Your dad is a hockey dad and started you on your path to the NHL…and your mom?” I stuffed pasta into my mouth,
“She’s a higher-up manager at the ESL Credit Union.
It’s a large bank in Rochester.” He drank some Gatorade.
“My dad said she just got a promotion to debit card operations.” Shaking his head, he chuckled while twirling his fork in his noodles.
“To say Mom is good with money is an understatement. She’s amazing with her investments, which was how my parents could afford to put two kids through some of the best hockey programs in North America. ” He shoveled food into his mouth.
“Oh.” Yep, fairytale. He’d never had to deal with the bullshit I had. “I take it you’re close with your father?” I sipped more bourbon. This had to be the last one. I didn’t want to be sloppy in front of him.
“Sort of.” He pushed the pasta around on his plate. “He’s supportive of me, yes, but he’s also demanding.” His gaze met mine. “I suppose it’s typical. He played hockey in college, but never made it into the NHL, so he pushes his sons to do what he couldn’t.”
What would support from my parents have felt like? Hell, it wouldn’t have mattered. “But you like playing hockey, right? It’s not like he forced you into it.”
Nodding, he said, “Yeah, I love it. I…” He glanced toward the patio doors for a beat and came back. “I know nothing else. Maybe with a different father, I would have been a doctor or a fireman or something.” He chuckled and scooped pasta onto his fork.
“A doctor? Were you good in school?” With a faint smile, I dug into my food. I’d been lucky to graduate high school at all. It hadn’t helped that I’d basically raised myself from the time I’d been twelve.
“I was all right. Okay, maybe not a doctor. That’s too much school.” He offered a sly grin. “Lawyer?” He barked a laugh. “Something that makes good money.”
“Lawyer?” I arched a brow and slowly shook my head. “I can’t see that.” How much did NHL players make? Probably as much as I did. “I think you’re in the right profession now.”
“Yeah, me too. It’s too late to change, anyway. But I might take some classes and get a business degree or something. I can’t play hockey forever, and I should figure out what I want to do when I retire.” He ate more food and then sipped his drink. “So, your mom raised you by herself.”
We had returned to this…“Yes, she did. She worked a lot, but she spent a lot of time in bars, especially when I hit my teenage years.” I sighed. I couldn’t get him off this topic.
“Bars, huh?” He pressed his lips together. “Was she an alcoholic?”
“I don’t know. I saw her drunk a lot, but she wasn’t the classic alcoholic.
She didn’t like, get up in the morning with a shot of vodka, you know?
” I planted my elbow on the table and my cheek in my hand.
I wasn’t hungry anymore, but I’d eaten most of my food.
“She didn’t even drink every day. It was on the weekends when she’d go on benders.
She had an administrative job at a car dealership for a few years.
” I swallowed. “Those were better years.”
“Ronan, if it’s too hard, you don’t have to talk about it.” He placed his hand on my thigh. “You always look so unhappy when you talk about her.” He shifted his chair closer to me. “I want to know more about you, but only if you’re ready to share it. Okay?”
I lifted my head, swinging my gaze to his.
“Yeah, thanks.” The problem was, I didn’t know where this relationship with him was going and if I shared too much…
fuck, I might catch genuine feelings, and it would hurt when it fell apart.
He didn’t understand how comforting it was to open up to him.
“Are you done? Let’s clean up.” And then he’d probably go home.
He glanced at his empty plate. “Yeah, I’m done, unless you want me to lick the plate.” He chuckled. “I will. It was that good.”
I have something else he could lick. My dick heated. “No need for that.” Standing, I grabbed our plates and brought them to the sink.
After clearing the rest of the items from the table, he wrapped his arms around me from behind and nibbled my neck. “God, you’re so fucking hot. Even doing dishes…” He pressed his swelling cock against my ass.
As I rinsed the plates my cock lengthened, and tension knotted in my belly.
There was a limit to what a man could take.
After shutting off the water, I tipped my head back and placed my hand on his cheek, pulling his mouth closer to my ear while he kissed the column of my neck. “Fuck, Evan, you’re killing me.”
“Yeah?” He slipped his hand down my abs and dipped his fingers inside my briefs, the tips brushing against my crown.
My breath hitched as my dick jerked. I needed to get off. Did he? Would he let me touch him? “More.”
“Yeah?” While he sucked my earlobe into his mouth, he pushed deeper inside my briefs and then stroked my dick. “I’ve never touched a guy’s cock before.” He pressed his hard cock into my ass. “Does this feel good?”
Pleasure shook my insides, and my cock dribbled precum into his palm. I rasped, “Amazing, it feels amazing.” As a gasp slipped free, I tugged his hair. “Faster, Evan.” I needed him to make me come. There was no turning back.
“Yeah?” He thrust against my ass while he pumped my cock. “Fuck, I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m…feels so fucking good.”
“Open your jeans and do it.” Maybe he wasn’t ready for me to touch him yet. That was okay. We could make this work.
He left me for a moment to unfasten his jeans and dropped them to his thighs along with his underwear. “Can I lower yours too?”
“Yes, please do.” I gripped the edge of the counter. Fuck the dishes. Maybe they’d wait until morning.
He unfastened my fly and worked my jeans and briefs down over my ass. “Oh my God, you have a nice ass.” With his arm hooking around me, he spat in his hand and slicked his cock. “I’m sure you have lube, but I don’t want to pause and think about this, okay?”
“Yeah.” Whatever he wanted. I was all his and he could use me however he saw fit. At least he’d freed my dick for this. Coming in my underwear felt like a teenage move.
After spitting in his hand again, he wrapped his palm around my cock and pumped while thrusting against my ass. “Oh, fuck.” His body trembled behind me, and he bit my neck, his cock slipping inside my crack.
Tingling swept through my body, and my dick grew sensitive.
“Keep going.” In my head, I imagined him fucking me from behind, right here in my damn kitchen.
A wave of pleasure surged through me. “I’m close.
Fuck,” I gritted out. My gaze caught on our reflection in the window, his dark hair bouncing on my shoulder while he rutted into my ass and ravaged my neck with bites and sucking kisses, his arm shaking while he jerked me.
“Me too. Fucking hell, coming.” Hot wetness filled my crack and his body shuddered behind me, guttural moans escaping his throat.
My balls tingled and tightened, and then harsh waves of pleasure engulfed me.
I gasped and writhed in his arms while cum spurted from my cock, landing on my chest and his hand, each contraction stronger than the last and sparking sensation up my spine.
My knees buckled, but he held me tightly to him.
“Got you,” he whispered, nuzzling behind my ear.
Panting, I fought to clear my senses. I’d had plenty of guys in odd places and positions over the years, but this had been the hottest experience by far.
I clung to his arm and panned my gaze toward Bean’s bed.
Fuck, I hadn’t had time to put him in his kennel.
The bed was empty. He’d wisely fled the room. I chuckled. “I think we scared Bean.”
He breathed me in, his face buried in my neck, keeping a tight grip on me. “Yeah? I forgot about him.”
Shit, was he okay? Was he having second thoughts now that it was over? “Hey…” I turned in his arm and faced him. “Evan?”
He furrowed his brows. “That was, uh, that was intense. I didn’t expect it to be so intense.” He was freaking out.
Cupping his cheek, I pressed a lingering kiss on his mouth. “It was your first time with a guy. It sounds like it awakened something inside you.”
“Yeah, an utter obsession with you.” His gaze crept to me, and he placed his hand on mine, resting against his cheek. “Was that weird? Did I do something weird just now?”
“No.” I slowly shook my head. I had to make him feel comfortable with what we did.
“It was hot. Like you, Evan, so very hot.” Offering a small smile, I planted a harder kiss on his mouth.
“Let’s wipe off and dress.” It probably felt even odder for him with our spent dicks hanging out and cum scattered everywhere.
“Yeah, good idea.” He stepped to the roll of paper towels by the sink, tore a few off, and then wet them. “Here.” He chuckled. “You need to wipe your ass.”
“I’m aware of that.” I smirked. Had he assumed I was a bottom? I bottomed, but not all the time. That was a discussion for another day. I wiped the cum from my body and threw the used towels into the trash bin inside the pull-out cabinet next to the sink while he did the same.
Pulling up his underwear and jeans, he said, “I’ll help you with the rest of these dishes, and then I should go.” He glanced toward the clock on the oven. “It’s getting late.”
“Sure.” I winced. Shouldn’t we discuss this further? After fastening my jeans, I set the rinsed plates into the dishwasher.
He gathered the pots I’d used to cook and brought them to me.
“I still can’t believe how intense that was.
” He scoffed a laugh. “Fuck, I’ve been with lots of women, and I can’t remember a time when it was like that.
” Combing his fingers through his bangs, he said, “Do you think maybe I’m gay and never knew it? ”
As I scrubbed a pot, I stopped and peered at him.
“No, maybe you’re bisexual and it was only your first experience with a man.
” At least he wasn’t telling me it wasn’t for him.
Quite the opposite. A slow grin worked across my mouth.
“Do you remember the first time you had sex with a girl? Wasn’t it intense then, too? ”
He shifted his weight, planting a hand on the counter’s edge.
“Yeah, guess it was.” He sniggered. “Hell, it consumed all my thoughts for weeks. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
” He rubbed his hand across my upper back and leaned in, nuzzling my neck.
“I have a feeling you’ll consume all my thoughts for a while. ”
Warmth flickered across my chest, his touch tingling my skin. “Same.” I turned the pots upside down to dry in the sink and then twisted toward him. When would I see him again? “Evan, what’s your schedule like?” He’d become so affectionate with me. I loved it and craved more.
He sighed, dropping his arm and stepping away. “I have a game tomorrow, and then a day off followed by another home game. Then we travel to San Jose.”
“Would you be open to hanging out again on your next day off?” I could use his game days and travel time to compose the new songs. I gauged his reaction. Maybe he’d think it was too much, too fast.
“I…yeah, sure. I need to prepare myself mentally for the games, but I could spend a few hours with you.” He glanced toward the pots in the sink. “Will you cook for me again?” His brow arched.
“Of course. Anything you want.” I squeezed his shoulder. This sounded like we were heading quickly into couples territory, but it felt right.
“In the meantime, I’ll find some foam rollers and exercise balls for you on to buy. If you get them in time, I can properly show you how to use them when I see you next.” He wagged his brows at me.
An image flashed in my head of me bent over a ball while he fucked me. Heat burned low in my belly. Goddamn, I had to banish that thought. “Sure. We can start there.”
“Good. Walk me to the door?” He wrinkled his brows.
“Of course.” While strolling with him toward the front door, Bean trotted toward us from the hallway. “Oh, look who showed up to say goodbye?”
As we stopped at the door, Bean sniffed Evan’s leg.
“Bye, Bean. It was very nice to meet you.” He patted Bean on the head and then faced me. “And Ronan, it was amazing.” Cupping my chin, he claimed me in a searing kiss, his tongue gliding against mine. “I’ll text you about the equipment and stuff.”
I swooned and nodded. “Yes. Drive safely and win tomorrow.” I gave him my best smile.
“I will.” He stepped out of the door and hopped into his Jeep.