Chapter 5 #2
“Seriously, Mav?” My nose wrinkles. “You know I don’t like all that gore.”
“Gina Grace Bradford.” Maverick takes on a playfully superior tone. “The original Saw movie is often considered the best of the franchise for the way it focuses on suspense and psychological tension rather than graphic violence.”
I squint at him. “Did you just read that on the Internet?”
Haddy snorts, skipping over to the door. “I’ve got to get home, but I’ll leave you two to sort this one out.”
“Owen?” Mav looks over at his handsome new teammate.
“I’ve got to call my daughter. You forget they’re on Eastern time.”
“Some family movie night this is,” he grumbles. “You’ll be sorry when I’m on the ice four nights a week.”
Haddy dances back to him, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I’ll have a movie night with you tomorrow. Pick something fun. Not Saw.”
I tell them goodnight as I climb the stairs. I’ve had a nonstop day, and it’s going to be another nonstop tomorrow. I hesitate, making sure Owen is securely in his bedroom before I slip across the hall to take a quick shower, wash my face, and brush my teeth.
Spanky is in his crate downstairs, but I never take a chance with that dog in the house. I’m wrapped in my waffle robe as I skip across the hall into my bedroom.
The walls are covered with framed pictures of Spanky winning Best in Breed and first place in the nonsporting category.
On my bedside table is a picture of my two cousins and me at a Champions game. It was before Gavin moved here, so Haddy and I are in our Number 74 Murphy jerseys for Maverick.
A few other players are behind him, and they’re all so tall and fit. Owen Stone’s naked body skates across my brain, and I cuddle deeper beneath my blankets. I think about his shaggy dark hair, square jaw, blue eyes… rounded shoulders, broad chest, lined torso… all the way down to his…
I hear the bathroom door close, and I hesitate, listening. The shower switches on, and I’m flooded with images of Owen Stone’s naked body.
I’ve never been like this about a man before, but he’s so mature and focused. He’s calm and serious, and the low tone of his voice sends tickles through my insides.
He’s older but not too much, and the idea of him being a single dad, slipping upstairs every evening so he can call his little girl, being so committed to taking care of her, being there for her…
The fact he has a body like that is the most delicious icing on the cake. My stomach has been zipping with electricity since that night, and I’ve got to get some relief.
It’s quiet as I reach over to my bedside table to take my battery-operated boyfriend “Bob” from where he’s hidden. Then sliding further under my blankets, I close my eyes listening to the sound of the shower spray, imagining the rivulets of water running down that perfectly sculpted body.
The quiet vibrations touch gently against my inner thigh as I bring it higher to the apex of my thighs. With my eyes closed, I imagine his large hands following the same trail, sliding up my legs.
His lips are so full, and his whiskers are so close around his cheeks, I can only imagine what they would feel like touching my most sensitive skin.
Circling my clit with the massager, my lower belly starts to tremble. I exhale a soft Oh… as I picture my hands spanning his firm chest, moving lower, over the ridges and lines.
I imagine holding him, pulling him closer, rolling him onto his back and throwing a leg across his waist, lining our bodies up so that… OH!
My orgasm breaks like a sneeze, and I clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning too loudly. My legs shake, and I do my best to calm my breathing. I’ve lost track of the sound of the shower, and I realize the bathroom is quiet.
Waiting several seconds until I’m sure he’s no longer across the hall, I slip out of the bed and peek out into the dark hallway.
His door is partially closed, but I can hear his deep voice talking on the phone with what I assume is his daughter. I hesitate a moment, listening to how sweetly he speaks to her. He’s such a good man.
Then I dash across the hall into the bathroom to clean up quickly. I’m only gone a moment. I’m just washing my hands when I hear the sound of nails clicking on wood floors, and a large dog body rushes down the hall.
“What?” I open the door just in time to see Ladybird emerging from my bedroom with Bob clutched between her teeth. “No—Ladybird!” I hiss, running out into the hall in only my sleep shirt to try and catch her.
She’s too fast for me, and before I can stop her, she’s bursting through Owen’s door, hopping onto his bed and wagging her tail, my hot pink vibrator clutched in her jaws.
“Yeah, that’s Ladybird,” Owen laughs, looking at the screen on his phone. “I’d better go and take care of her. Night, Shortcake.”
“No!” Both my hands fly to my burning cheeks as he disconnects the call.
The world shifts into slow motion as he lowers his hand, looking from the dog to me and the dog again. “What is that, LB? Do you have a… vibrator?”
Ignoring the fact I’m only in a thin T-shirt, I zip across his room, snatch the device from Ladybird, then run away again.
His deep laughter follows me to my room, hitting me right in my still-simmering core.