Chapter 36
thirty-six
. . .
Amelia
The super romantic moment I envisioned? The one where Jason carries me across the threshold of his apartment and then ravages me?
Kind of foiled by his crutches.
After the game is over, we drive home together.
There’s no question about where I want to be tonight.
I punch the code into the lock, and then hold the door open for him, even though it’s his place.
Kicking off my shoes, I drop my backpack beside the console table—where it belongs—and all but run to the bedroom.
He takes a bit longer to get there, but when he crosses into his bedroom, I’m already wiggling out of my jeans, my shirt discarded.
Jason launches himself at the bed, landing half on top of me. I erupt into giggles, winding my arms around his neck, and pulling him onto me fully.
“Hi,” he whispers, before he kisses me.
I moan into the kiss, one of my hands tangling in his hair. The other slides down his spine to his ass, grabbing hold. Hockey butts are fucking fantastic, round and muscular. I want to bite it.
The kiss is as electric as ever. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of him, or the way he tastes, the way he devours me, like I’m his last meal.
He wore a suit to the game—all the players have to, even if they’re injured or a healthy scratch—and discarded the jacket as soon as we walked in the door. I like the look of him in a suit. I like it even better when the suit is crumpled on the floor.
My hands move to his buttons, slowly slipping each one free. Halfway down, he gets impatient and yanks, sending little black plastic circles flying. His hips pin me to the bed as he shrugs out of his shirt, throwing it somewhere behind him.
We haven’t had sex since his injury. The few times I tried to initiate, he wasn’t in the mood, and since things were tense lately…
“Need you,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I slip a hand between us, trying to get to his belt buckle. But his hand covers mine, squeezing my fingers.
Pulling back, I try to catch my breath. “I need to talk to you for a moment.”
He blinks a few times, and then rises onto his knees.
And immediately winces. He collapses onto his side, grabbing at his shin.
“Yeah. About that,” I tell him. “I thought about this a bit, and I think I need to ride you.”
“Oh?” A cocky smirk curves across his lips. “You have to, huh?”
“To avoid hurting you more. I think it will be the best position.”
Some of the smugness leaves his face. “Oh.”
“This way, we both get what we want,” I add. “Anything with you on top will set your recovery back. And I’d like you to recover, please.”
“Me, too,” he says quietly. Seriously. “Whatever you want, Meels.”
“Okay.” I clap my hands. “Then, pants off.”
“You first,” he says. Reaching for me, he snaps the elastic of my plain cotton panties. “Off, please.”
“But—”
“You’re going to ride me,” he says. “Sit on my face and ride me, baby.”
Oh, he doesn’t have to ask me twice.
Wiggling on the bed, I remove my bra and underwear while he works at his belt. The suit pants are pushed haphazardly down his thick thighs, revealing his hard cock, barely contained by boxer briefs.
I rummage in his nightstand for a condom and lube, so we don’t have to fumble around later.
Jason rolls over, scooping me into his arms, his front pressed to my back. “Love you,” he murmurs, kissing my neck.
“I love you, too.” Saying the words isn’t as scary as I thought. Instead, I feel… at peace. I love him, and he loves me, and the world didn’t end, and I didn’t break out in hives. We’re officially official with work, so neither of our jobs are at risk.
Our only job now is to be happy. I think I can deal with that.
“Sit on my face, baby,” he says. “Let me make you feel good.”
I don’t hesitate. I turn in the circle of his arms, pressing on his shoulder until he’s flat on his back, and then I’m climbing up to the pillows. Straddling his head, I hover in position, my heart thudding loudly in my chest.
His hands on my hips pull me down roughly, until his mouth brushes my pussy, and then I finally relax. This is where I belong. In this bed, with this man. This is where I want to be.
He licks and sucks at my center, and Jason’s lips are soft, his rough stubble scraping the inside of my thighs. I absolutely love it. He eats me like he’s starving, like he’s been salivating for this moment.
My thighs start to shake, and even holding onto the headboard for support, I’m trembling.
“Let go,” he murmurs against my pussy. “Don’t fight it.”
So, I close my eyes, throw my shoulders back, and ride the waves of pleasure. Bright white light erupts behind my eyelids as I crest the peak.
Jason licks me clean, rubbing his hands over my thighs as I come down.
When it gets to be too much, I lift myself off of him, collapsing onto my side.
He looks entirely too smug, his mouth glistening with the evidence of my desire. Turning his head to look at me, he reaches a hand out, and I slide my fingers into his.
“Good?” he asks.
“Shut up. You know you’re good at that.” My snap is teasing, affectionate.
His eyes crinkle when he smiles. “I was asking if you’re good. You’re okay?”
“Yeah, Jase. I’m good.”
He squeezes my fingers, and as I catch my breath, I drink in the sight of him.
His cut shoulders, strong chest, and defined abs are as muscular as ever.
If he retires, if he takes this new job, will he soften a bit?
I kind of like the idea of him with a soft belly.
I like the muscles, sure. But I just like him.
Whatever his muscle tone and body fat percentage, I’ll still love him just the same.
Shifting in the bed, I straddle his waist, his condom-covered cock directly in front of my clit. I rut against him, rubbing myself along the underside of his shaft, and he lets out a shuddery breath.
“Amelia,” he groans, his hands moving to my hips.
“Yes?” I tease, my lips curving into a satisfied smile.
“You’re killing me.”
“Oh, we can’t have that now.” Rising onto my knees, I position his cock at my entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.
The groan he lets out rattles through me.
“I had a thought.”
He grunts. “Oh?”
“One benefit of the vasectomy,” I tell him, breathing hard. “You can come inside me all you want.”
Buried within me, his cock jerks, and he lets out a hiss through his teeth as his eyes darken, the pupils nearly fully eclipsing the chocolate irises. “You’d let me?”
“After the procedure,” I hasten to add.
Jason wraps his hand around my throat, tugging gently until I’m sprawled across his chest. He kisses me, hard, demanding.
When I’m finally about to burst out of my skin, I force myself upright, and then I start to ride him. His hands clench my hips, helping me rise and sink back onto his cock, and I love the delicious pressure that’s sure to bruise.
I love him.
Pleasure barrels into me like a freight truck, and it doesn’t take long before he shouts, his cock pulsing inside me.
Breathing hard, I collapse onto the mattress beside him, and he pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, the slight friction of the hair there abrading my cheek. My fingers go to the divot between his abs, the dips and grooves of his body a soothing texture.
“I think you should take the job.” The words come out before I even think about them.
Jason hums. “You do?”
“If you want it. It means we’d still travel together. We’d work together.” I swallow. “If you don’t… we can look for another job. Or you can take a few months or a year off.”
“I want the job,” he says firmly. “I don’t know if I want to be a head bench boss one day, but I like the idea of coaching the younger guys. I already did it for years as captain.”
“And we’ll stay in Boston?”
“For as long as you want,” he says. “If Brandon gets traded, would you follow him?”
I wince. “Probably. Not him specifically, but Ty. And Ainsley.”
“She’s such a cutie. I can’t wait to spoil her rotten.”
Looking up at him, I find a fond smile on his face. “You’d spoil her?”
“She’s your niece. It’s my right as your partner to shower her with gifts and feed her sugar before giving her back to your brothers.
” He chuckles. “My siblings live too far away. I like my nieces and nephews, but I don’t have the same relationship with them that you do with Ainsley. Hell, I barely talk to my siblings.”
“That can change. We can spend more time with them now that you won’t be playing.”
His shoulder lifts beneath me as he shrugs. “Maybe. I’m good with Ty and Brando, though. Family is about the people you choose to keep in your life.” Jason blows out a breath. “When we go to the lake this summer, you’ll come with me?”
“You couldn’t keep me away.”
“You say that now,” he mutters. “They might scare you off.”
I set my hand over his heart, the reassuring thudding settling my nerves. “Nothing will scare me off. Not your family. Not your teammates. Not even your stinky hockey gear.”
He laughs. “Good. ‘Cause I’d kind of like to keep you.”
“Oh, Jase,” I murmur. “You’ve already got me.”