Chapter 53
Poppy
When I wake up and look over at Nick’s side of the bed, it’s empty.
I yawn, feeling groggy and a little sad all at once. I wonder where he went.
A minute later, the bedroom door opens. He walks in holding a plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, and a glass of orange juice.
He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. My mouth waters—for the food and him.
His mouth curves up in a sexy smile as he walks over to me. I sit up, and he leans down to kiss me.
“Good morning,” he says against my mouth.
“Morning,” I murmur. I eye the plate in his hand. “Did you cook that for me?”
He chuckles. “Of course it’s for you.”
He sits on the edge of the bed and hands me the plate. My stomach growls right as I grab the fork he’s holding.
He laughs again. “I have really good timing.”
I chuckle and inhale half of the eggs and a strip of bacon.
“Don’t you want some too?” I say before biting into the toast.
He shakes his head, his smile turning naughty as he glances down at my lap. “I’m planning on having something else for breakfast.”
My pussy aches just seeing the hungry look in his eyes.
He leans over and presses a whisper-soft kiss to my shoulder. My eyelids flutter just feeling his mouth on my skin. I shiver, in disbelief at how everything worked out between us.
I think back to last night, how stunned I was when Nick told me he loved me. How surprised he looked when I told him that I loved him too. How I felt giddy and overwhelmed all at once. It all feels like a dream.
Except for the crap he’s going through with his coach and his team. I’m so angry for him. I wish there was something I could do to fix it…
I push aside the thought and refocus. He’s not thinking about that. I won’t either. Instead, I’ll focus on us. On giving him exactly what he wants.
I set aside the plate and take a sip of the orange juice. I lean back and pull off the jersey I slept in.
His eyes glaze over as he gawks at my boobs. A rough noise rips from his throat. It sounds a lot like a growl. It is so hot hearing just how feral he gets when he sees my body.
He leans down and teases my nipple with his tongue. My head falls back as I moan. He moves to my other nipple, teasing and toying until I’m panting and moaning and yanking on his hair.
“I want you to ride my face,” he says as he kisses up my chest.
My tummy dips. I’ve never done that before.
I tell him that, but he just smiles.
“I’m excited to be your first,” he says.
That small wave of nervousness fades away. He lies back on the bed, then guides me to straddle him. With his hands on my ass cheeks, he pushes me up over his face.
“How are you going to breathe?” I ask.
His gaze is hungry as he stares up at my pussy. My clit throbs.
“I’ll be just fine. Now ride my face like a good girl.”
My breath catches at his bossy tone. I lower down, gasping as he runs his tongue up and down my slit. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks. After a few seconds, I start to relax. I close my eyes and ride out the pleasure his tongue is delivering to my body.
He runs his tongue over my asshole, and I start to shake. Oh, my god. This is so filthy, but I love it.
My head spins at how dirty and loving our sex is. I never thought it could be this way. But Nick makes everything we do in bed feel so filthy and so sweet at the same time.
The pleasure inside of me swirls and intensifies. My clit is aching, but he’s not even touching me there yet.
Seconds later, he does. He swipes his tongue gently over my clit, and I fall forward. I brace myself with a hand against the wall.
The pressure builds in my pussy to a searing hot point. My whole body is shaking, begging for release.
It doesn’t take long for it to come. A minute later, I explode. I drive my fingers into his hair, steadying myself as I grind my pussy on his face. He groans like he can’t get enough. Like he loves it and wants more. Like he loves me.
Tingles race all over my body, and my heart swells in my chest. Combined with the waves of my orgasm crashing over me, it feels like sensory overload, but in the best way.
It’s every good feeling multiplied by a million.
So this is what having sex with someone you’re in love with feels like.
Better than anything in this entire world.
I’m lightheaded as I start to come down. Nick reaches up to grab my waist and guide me down his body.
I’m straddling his lap and bracing my hands on his chest. “That was…holy…just…” I babble. He just smiles and leans up to kiss me.
“Now hop on my dick and ride me until you come,” he says against my mouth.
He reaches over to the side table, opens the drawer, and grabs a condom. He rips it open with his teeth. He moves to slide it on, but I grab it.
“Can I?” I ask sweetly.
He grins and nods. I move off of him and lean down to suck his dick. I groan at how hard he is. His cock twitches in my mouth, and he curses.
“Poppy, honey, if you keep that up, I’m gonna blow…”
I smile as I pull off of him, pleased that I can make him feel so good with my mouth and tongue. I slide on the condom, then lower down on him.
I whimper at the same time that he groans. I stay seated on him for a long moment, savoring the way he feels inside of me, stretching me out. And then I ride him slowly.
I gaze down at him, loving the way his eyes glaze over. He’s so turned on.
He presses his eyes shut and growls. “Damn it, I’m close. Sorry.”
I smile. “Don’t be sorry. I love that I can make you feel this good.”
He leans up and grabs my face, kissing me hard. “You always make me feel so fucking good, honey. I love you.”
My chest goes tight hearing those sweet words spoken in his low, rough voice.
I play with my clit, bringing myself to the brink of orgasm.
My thigh muscles quiver, and my pussy tightens.
The sweetness of his words, the filthy sex we’re having, the way he’s holding me like he never, ever wants to let go, the desperate way he’s kissing me… it all sends me hurtling over the edge.
My head falls back, and I come with a scream. My entire body vibrates, overcome with pleasure and joy. And love. I feel my love for Nick in every beat of my heart and every breath I take.
Nick grips my hips and thrusts into me roughly until his body tenses, and he lets out a guttural sound.
I fall on top of him, and he wraps his arms around me. We stay like that for what feels like minutes: me on top of him, his arms wrapped around me, our bodies hot and slick with sweat, both of us breathing hard.
He kisses the top of my head. I close my eyes and smile.
“I love you, wild girl,” he whispers. My heart feels like it’s exploding in my chest.
“I love you, Nick.”
I wake from a dead sleep to a banging sound.
“What the hell is that?” Nick mutters, his voice groggy.
I yawn. “I don’t know.”
Another loud noise. It sounds like someone’s pounding on his bedroom door.
“Nick, you gotta see this,” Travis says from the other side of the door.
Gently, Nick moves me off of him and onto the bed. I sit up and glance around for my phone. When I check the time, it’s late morning. Wow. We passed out hard the last few hours.
Nick stands up and grabs his jersey from the floor, then helps me put it on.
“Gimme a sec,” he hollers at Travis. He yawns, pulls on a pair of joggers, tugs a hand through his hair, then opens the door.
He glares at Travis. “This better be good.”
Travis holds up his phone. “Have you seen this?”
Nick’s eyes go wide as he looks at the phone screen. “Holy shit…”
“What happened?” I hop off the bed and walk over to him. He shows me the phone. I gasp.
The screen is flooded with social media posts supporting Nick for running into the stands and protecting me. I scroll and scroll. It’s endless. There are thousands of comments defending him. I skim a handful of them.
Beyond messed up that Nick St. George got suspended from Hollis U for defending a woman being attacked. I won’t be going to anymore games until he’s back.
So this guy gets suspended for doing the right thing? Fucked up. Let him play!!
That guy is a hero. He defended his girlfriend against some scumbag, and they’re punishing him with suspension? WTF, @HollisU? What is wrong with you?
I get it, no fighting allowed in college hockey. But this wasn’t against a player. This was against a douchebag who was assaulting a woman. Nick St. George should be getting praise, not suspended.
Where the hell was arena security to help this poor girl?
I would have done the same. No one puts their hands on my girl.
“People are threatening to boycott Hollis U men’s hockey because of your suspension,” Travis says.
Nick blinks at him, then at the phone screen, clearly in shock. “I can’t believe it,” he says.
I grab his hand. “I can. They support what you did. They support you.”
“Yeah. Everyone is behind you, man. We are, too,” Travis says. “Leo, Blake, and I sent emails to Coach Sawyer this morning. We said we’re not gonna play if you’re suspended.”
Nick’s brow hits his hairline. “Dude, no. You guys can’t do that. You could lose your standing on the team.”
Travis’s determined expression doesn’t budge. “We don’t care. We don’t wanna play for a team that’s punishing you for doing the right thing. It’s fucked up.”
Emotion surges through me as I watch Nick and Travis. Nick blinks quickly, like he’s trying not to cry.
“Remember in high school when you went to bat for me?” Travis says.
Nick pulls Travis into a hug.
“Thanks, man,” Nick says.
I step out of the room to give them a moment. I head into the bathroom to pee and wash up. When I walk back into the bedroom, Travis is gone. Nick is sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone.
“This is insane,” he says. “So many people care about this.”
I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder as he scrolls through more comments.
“It’s really heartening to see people stand up for what’s right,” I say quietly.
He looks at me and gives me a soft smile, then kisses my forehead.
“I know it doesn’t change things with my standing on the team,” Nick says. “But it feels good to be supported. It feels good to know that so many people have my back.”
I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight.
Just then, my phone rings. When I see it’s my dad calling, I roll my eyes and silence it.
“What’s wrong?” Nick asks.
“Nothing. Just my dad trying to call me. After the way he treated you at Thanksgiving dinner, I told him not to reach out to me.”
Nick slinks his arm around me, hugging me tight. He kisses my temple.
A minute later, I get a text. When I read it, my jaw falls to the floor. No way.