Chapter 31
Alondra
I decided I don’t give a flying fuck what my dad said. He can’t ban me from the skating rink because I’m friends with one of his players. Jack reminded me this morning I’m his good luck charm, and how my presence is highly encouraged at as many games as possible.
So here I am.
Jack’s playing like someone’s lit a fire under his ass, and I’m happy to take credit for it as his good luck charm.
We just started the third period, and two of the four goals belong to Jack.
Coop hasn’t let anything past him, and all of the line changes tonight have been seamless.
Nate has kept most of his hits clean tonight, staying out of the penalty box long enough to have Jack’s back on the ice.
The energy in the building is unmatchable.
My dad hasn’t spotted me yet, and quite frankly, I don’t care if he does. Macy is bundled up next to me along with Ellie.
There’s a burst of excitement when Jack gets a breakaway with the puck, sending a sick wrist flick into the net, just under the goalie’s mitt. I jump to my feet, cheering loudly along with the rest of the crowd as they lose their minds. No way did he just score a fucking hat trick.
He scans his eyes through the wave of people as hats are thrown over the glass onto the ice, but I catch the smile on his face when he spots me before the team surrounds him.
Ellie nudges my shoulder, and I’m still beaming when I turn. “Think he’ll score three for three with you tonight?” she asks, winking at me. I ended up telling Ellie about my arrangement with Jack this morning, swearing her to secrecy.
“I can dream,” I joke and Macy’s eyes widen, her jaw dropping.
“You still haven’t slept together?” she asks, and Ellie snorts.
“Obviously they’ve slept in the same bed together, but they have yet to fuck,” she clarifies, and my cheeks burn.
“He promised it’d be worth the wait,” I say, pulling my curls over one shoulder, and Macy laughs.
“I’m sure he did, but I hope Jack can put his money where his mouth is to back it up,” she says, and Ellie laughs, grabbing her side.
“I’ve heard the stories, and I think she’ll be plenty happy,” she says, and the guys in front of us turn around to look at us, annoyance written heavily across their features.
I’m sure they’re sick of hearing us talk about everything but the game.
“Sorry, my brother’s the goalie,” Ellie says, giving them an apologetic shrug.
“Watch the game,” I scold, but my face might be permanently scorched. My god, I shouldn’t have ever told either of them anything. At least Sara isn’t here to join in on ganging up on me.
The game finishes not long after, and I cannot believe I’m standing in the freezing cold, waiting to talk to Jack. But it’s worth it to see his face light up when he sees me.
My smile is immediate as Jack walks toward me, his sparkling gaze fixated on me. With confidence in his gait, Jack’s pulling me into his arms, causing my heart to flip flop, and I laugh at his forwardness.
“Congratulations, Captain,” I say, and he only squeezes me tighter. “It’s not every day you get to see a hat trick in the wild.”
“Al, you have no idea what seeing you in my jersey does to me.” His voice is low and rumbling, sending shockwaves through me. “It’s taking everything in me to not kiss you in front of everybody.”
“Do it,” I say, not giving a single shit. At this point, what do I have to lose? “I’m done living in fear of what other people think.”
Jack sets me down on my feet, and without hesitation, he slides his hands into my hair, slanting his mouth over mine to steal my breath away. There’s a loud whoop behind him, and a few moments later, Jack pulls away, our breath mingling in the faint space between us.
“I knew it!” Nate says, and I laugh, smiling at Jack.
“Shut up, Baxter,” Coop says, as Jack goes back for seconds, and the promise of more makes my toes curl.
“You guys coming out tonight?” Dylan asks, and Jack groans, lifting his head to look at me for an answer.
Going out with everyone and tiptoeing around how badly I want to be alone with Jack feels like the last thing I want to do, especially when I can’t stop thinking about him throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman to have his way with me.
I bite my lip, shaking my head, and his smile widens.
“You guys go ahead,” Jack says, without looking away from me, and my god, it feels like a crime to hope he never does.
We stumble through the front door, mouths clashing, noses bumping, and I can’t think of a time I was this desperate to have someone’s hands on me.
Jack’s arm tightens around my lower back as I trip over a stray shoe behind me.
“You okay?” he asks, and I huff, pulling him closer again, slipping out of my sneakers, kicking them to join the others by the overflowing shoe rack.
“I’m perfect,” I say, stepping back for a moment because I’m afraid if he kisses me again, I’ll jump him right here without waiting to see if we’ll make it up to his room.
“Think you have it in you to score again tonight?” I ask, and he smirks, tugging a hand through his hair, making my mouth water.
“I bet I have a couple more left in me,” Jack says, and I take my winter coat off, hanging it on their coat rack.
“I’d like to know now if you’re planning on teasing me before I get my hopes up,” I say, walking backward, but there’s nothing teasing about the look on his face as he kicks his shoes off.
“Not unless you want to stop,” Jack says, and the idea of me telling him to stop right now is laughable. I know he’s a great guy, and I appreciate him making sure I’m aware I’m in charge, but I don’t want him to treat me like glass.
The air is humming with electricity, and I have no problem being the one to throw caution to the wind.
“I want to be here, and dammit, I want you to fuck me.”
He doesn’t hesitate this time, closing the gap between us.
Jack kisses me deeply, commanding control over me that I willingly give, and without breaking us apart, he lifts me into his arms with ease.
I’m internally swooning at his confidence, wrapping my legs around his torso to hold on, feeling his erection press against me in all the right ways.
It’s a miracle we make it up the stairs without falling because I can barely think straight, let alone have enough coordination to hold up another person. As we reach the top, I pull open the collar of his shirt, trailing kisses along the hollow of his neck.
We falter for a moment in the hallway as Jack presses my back against the wall outside his room, his mouth finding mine again as he grips my ass tightly. I comb my nails over his scalp as Jack groans, thrusting his hips against mine through the layers of our clothes, and I whimper with desperation.
God, I want him.
Jack fumbles for the door, kicking it shut behind us, and I feel the mattress dip below me as he sets me down, leaning over me. “You’re going to wreck me, aren’t you?” he asks, his voice low, and I open my eyes to look into Jack’s.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask, trying to give him the same courtesy he’s given me.
“Alondra baby, stopping is the last thing I want. Wreck me, ruin me, do whatever the fuck you want to me as long as it’s with me,” Jack says, and the only thing I’m certain of is that neither of us seems to have an ounce of self-preservation.
If we did, maybe we wouldn’t continue down this collision course that promises to end in disaster.
I pull him back down to crash his lips to mine, because if he’s going down, then I’m going with him.
I tug at his clothes, feral to feel his skin pressed against mine, and Jack chuckles against my mouth.
“You’re a needy girl,” he murmurs, the weight of his body lifting off me and his fingers are quick to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“I want to touch you,” I say, drunk on the desire coursing through my veins, and Jack’s eyes widen for a moment, faltering.
“Okay,” he agrees, and I love his lack of argument.
I get up, shimmying out of my leggings, but when I move to take off his jersey, he catches me off guard, blurting out, “No.” I raise my eyebrows in silent question, and his cheeks flush.
“I mean, can you please keep it on?” he asks, slipping out of the button-down, displaying his carved upper body for me.
“You want me to wear your jersey while giving you head?” I ask, lowering to my knees, reaching for his belt at the same time he does. I push his hands away, giving him a smile.
I forgot what it felt like to want to be intimate with someone instead of feeling like I have to, and I want him to enjoy this.
Jack’s eyes are dancing with delight as he nods, his throat bobbing as I undo the buckle, making quick work of the button and zipper.
“I told you I like seeing you in it,” he says, and I tug the pants down over his thick thighs, my eyes widening at the prominent bulge in his briefs.
Jack steps out of them, kicking them out of the way as I hook my thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, my confidence waning for a moment at the sheer size of his cock now that it’s right in front of me.
“Sit down, pretty boy,” I instruct, and he plants himself on the edge of his bed while I move between his open thighs. Jack curses when I wrap my hand around the base of his length, pumping.
“Al, you don’t have to,” he stammers, and if I weren’t so damn turned on, I’d roll my eyes, especially by the way his hands clench at his sides.
“I know, but I want to,” I say, winking at Jack.
I take the tip in my mouth, sweeping my tongue over the sensitive head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum, and it’s more effective at shutting up his protests than if I were to tell him to.
My thighs shift together, trying to ease the ache between them as Jack’s low moan fills the room, boosting my ego. I like having Jack at my mercy.