Epilogue
Taylor
...Five Months Later
Tonight’s the night.
It’s one we’re sprayed in champagne and spend the entire next few days celebrating winning the Walter, which we have.
But it’s going to be the night I ask Eloise for everything.
To go all the way.
To make love to me.
She’s been so respectful and kind, and let me work at my own pace with Marguerite, but I’m desperate now.
I’ve been desperate ever since we started playing around and getting each other off.
She’d have a reason why we wouldn’t go all the way, why she wouldn’t let me taste her and have her sit on my face, or why she wouldn’t let me finger her, or let herself finger me.
She’s very good at talking me to orgasm, something that has been very useful in learning our bodies in ways that I hadn’t experienced.
I saw the way she would look at me with hungry eyes.
And yet, she still wouldn’t let me.
But not tonight. Not after we won it all.
We had a nearly perfect season. Only a few little blips of chaos and fumbling, and we kicked New York’s ass in the finals.
It was tight, coming down to game five, but we were fresher and they had more injuries.
Despite us being a single goal down going into the third, we were able to claw it back.
The best thing though, we had the home crowd advantage.
The sea of pink sweaters is comforting to see.
I catch her eye as the Texiest Vortex hat gets passed to Maeve, one of our rookies who played solidly throughout and got her first two goals of the league in our final—the last one tying us up and then paving the way for Rhea to get the final goal in overtime.
Then, the Walter Cup is being brought in with Brynn and Rhea and Coach Lawson, who looks positively elated. The silver gleams in the fluorescent lights, sparkling like the diamond that we all know it is.
I lean in to Winnie, who seems uncharacteristically down right now. “I think Coach discovered a new setting in his personality,” I say, nudging her.
She looks up and gives me a tight smile when she catches sight of Lawson. “Definitely feels that way, doesn’t it?”
“Think it’ll stay around?” I ask and she grunts before shedding her pads gingerly. “Are you okay?”
She nods. “Caught a stray puck. It’s fine.”
I raise an eyebrow, but she refuses to acknowledge much more than that. “Should you talk to Olivia?”
She shrugs. “I will. But later.”
“Winnie—”
“Not now. It’s fine. We won. Let’s celebrate” She forces a smile onto her face despite clipping each word like she’s in pain. I raise an eyebrow but nod just the same.
“Right, sounds like a plan.”
She stands up, clapping my shoulder, and I watch her hobble to where Brynn is standing and attempt to jump in excitement.
A body slots in beside me, and I lean on it instinctively.
Eloise smells of sweat and deodorant as she kisses my cheek.
Her breath tickles, sending jittery sparks down my spine.
I have to keep my hands in my lap to stop them from shaking.
I just want her so much. “We did it,” she whispers in my ear, and when I look at her, brown eyes are shiny with tears and excitement.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” I say.
She snorts. “Yes, you could have.”
I slap her thigh, ignoring the pain of hitting her padded pants. “Don’t lie. You were instrumental tonight, the night before, and every other game we played this year.”
“Except for the first one.”
I roll my eyes. “Eh, you were doing more important things, and once you got injured, it really spurned us into winning.”
“You got sent to the sin bin for checking Moore into the board. That’s what—”
I cover her mouth abruptly with a kiss. It’s short, sweet, and full of frustration at the fact that she keeps trying to undersell how important she is to the team.
“Don’t you dare say anything shitty about the woman I love!
” I snap when we pull away. We’re still cautious about huge amounts of PDA in the locker room.
It is work still, despite the girls loving to see us get all mushy around each other.
“If you need a reminder of how much I love you, I will be showing you later tonight.”
Her brown eyes, which were a light chestnut, are now dark, her pupils growing incrementally as she bites her bottom lip. “What are you saying, Taylor?” Her voice is husky. “Tell me what you’re saying.”
I suppress a shiver that runs down my spine. “I want us to make love tonight,” I whisper, my cheeks on fire as she grins mischievously. “I’m ready for it.”
“You’re ready for me to not let you up until morning? To solidify that I love you more than anything else in the world?”
I nod, suddenly losing the ability to speak as thoughts start flying through my brain. “I want it all.”
“Oh, aren’t you greedy,” she grins. “Once we get to Gin and Bear It, I’m going to have you make your excuses so we can go back to my place. I don’t want to make Brynn uncomfortable.”
Nodding again, I feel a grin creep across my face. “I can do that.”
It’s a quick excuse that gets me out of Gin and Bear It with only a single drink.
Eloise already feigned a headache and had a glass of water before she disappeared.
Brynn’s eyes are on me as I walk out of the bar, making me slightly uncomfortable, like she knows what we’re about to do, but the furrowed brow gets washed away as someone comes up behind her to chat.
Thank goodness for whoever that was.
Excitement thrums through me as I get from the bar to Eloise’s place.
We’re in our dress clothes from the walk in, the suit I’m wearing tailored perfectly to my curves and not leaving that stupid button gap between my boobs.
I saw the way she looked over me during the walk in. She loves me in a suit.
I love me in a suit, too. But when she came out in a cream sweater with tailored plaid pants that hugged her thighs and her ass, all I could think was fuck me.
I’m hoping that I’ll get to peel her out of it, but that thought is quickly thrown from my mind when Eloise opens the door in lingerie.
A mauve lacy bustier that’s got sheer panelling and delicate embroidery so I can see the hint of her abs through it.
I let my eyes drag down her body, enjoying the thong that’s made of the same material.
Everything about her looks ready to pounce.
She looks hungry, pulls me in, slamming the door with my back and kissing me with an intensity that I match.
This is a kiss that is supposed to devour me, and I readily let her. One hand is around my waist, the other in my hair, pulling it tightly. I whimper, and she swallows it greedily. “Fuck, you’re so good for me, aren’t you?” she whispers, kissing up the side of my jaw before licking down my neck.
I squirm beneath her. “You’re going to kill me,” I say hoarsely. “You look so fucking good, El.”
She nibbles my neck, working the skin before she trails those nibbles across the front of it.
Her hands pull at my blazer, ripping it off my shoulders, and I shimmy out of it.
It gets thrown somewhere, I think near the kitchen, but I don’t care.
Her hands are at my buttons, working hard to not rip them, and I’m helping her, frantic.
My fingers are shaking as she starts working on my pants while I’m working on the buttons, and suddenly my front is bare. She groans as she realizes that I wasn’t wearing a bra, my tits are out and nipples are hard.
“You bitch, you weren’t wearing a bra all night?” she mutters in-between kisses. I snort, but it turns into a whimper as she bites down, sucking a hickey into my skin.
“You’re going to mark me up,” I whimper.
“I thought you liked it when I did that?” she murmurs against my skin. Her words tickle; her lips are gentle despite the teeth.
I groan, kicking my pants off, still with my arms encased in the sleeves. I can’t reach her. “I do.”
She leaves a wickedly sharp bite on my shoulder before reaching my lips again. My eyes close as she trails her tongue across my lower lip, taking every breath I breathe out. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
We’re gasping for breath when I finally get my arms out of my shirt and let it fall to the ground as well. “Take me to bed, El. I want to be yours,” I murmur. Her cheeks are a deep shade of pink. Her nipples are barely visible through her bustier, the brown points begging to be played with.
“One of these days, I’m taking you to a sex shop and you’re picking out toys for us to play with,” she says, “but tonight, it’s just me and you, baby.”
If she weren’t still holding me up against the door, I think I’d have fallen over.
“Only if I get to pick some out what I’d use on you,” I tease.
The kiss she returns instead of an answer is intense. My need is boiling over, and I’m so wet that I can feel it with every shift of my legs. She could probably just look at me and I’ll come. "Deal." Eloise pulls me out of the foyer and we’re clumsily kissing each other towards her bedroom.
The back of my knees hit the bed and my ass hits the plush mattress. She doesn’t stop, crawling on top of me instead. Her skin is silky smooth against mine as she settles her weight onto mine. It’s the most comforting feeling I’ve experienced. I can’t wait to feel it again.
And again.
And again.
The way she holds my body against her pushes my face into her breasts. I take the opportunity to lick and bite, listening for her soft gasps and her little whines as she starts rolling her hips against me. She’s soaking against my thigh as I take my hands and try to take off her bustier.
I desperately want it off of her. Impatiently, I lick and suck her nipples through the sheer fabric, enjoying the way they’re poking through the bustier. “I need this off,” I whimper.
“Oh, babe, maybe we need to let you get more practice with bras,” she teases.
“You’re not funny,” I mutter. I nip at her nipples, and she arches her back, pushing them further into my mouth.