11. Chapter Eleven
The elevator up to the penthouse isn’t moving fast enough. My hands are roaming her body involuntarily. I’m so close to smashing the emergency stop to get her naked right now.
Seeing Thad so close to her, hearing the nasty things he was saying about her, God, I wanted to punch him. Kicking him out was as good as I could do. It'll probably be all over the headlines tomorrow with a photo of me pushing him out as it is. Hopefully the cowboys in the bar just want to hide in the shadows like me.
But watching her dance, calmed me down and keyed me up at the same time. My need to touch her, taste her, is so strong.
“Desperate?” She fucking giggles into my neck when my fingers gently bring up the hem of her dress .
“There is absolutely nothing funny about the need to get my mouth on you right now.” I growl into the space.
Finally the doors open and I push her into my apartment. I pull off my own shirt, then return to her body. Stripping every piece of clothing on her body as fast as I can, fabric rips under my fingers as I tug on her barely-there lace thong.
“Hey! That was my favorite pair.” She pouts.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more as long as I can rip every fucking pair off you.”
Backing her up against the wall in the kitchen, her breath hitches. I cup her cheeks kissing her deeply. My hands slide down her neck, pushing her further against the wall with one hand splayed across her neck, gently squeezing while my other hand continues its exploration down her body.
An exploration I will never tire of.
She moans an appreciation of my hands grazing over her clit.
“Do you like that, Skatten Min?”
She nods her head, tightening my grip on her neck.
“Take my pants off,” I demand while continuing to run circles around her clit.
She obliges, struggling to get the button open and zipper down with her mind elsewhere. A grin of satisfaction takes over my face. Knowing that I’m the one scrambling her mind does something to me.
Finally she nudges my jeans and boxer briefs down my thighs. I grip my cock in my hand and run it through her pussy, coating myself with her.
Groaning, she pushes into me, causing the tip of my cock to slip into her. I pull back and she pouts so I do it again, teasing her and bringing her to the edge but not giving her the full feeling she wants.
“Please.”
“Please what?” I want to hear her say it.
“I want to feel you.”
“You are feeling me, Skatten Min. All over your body I’m touching you with mine.” She fidgets subconsciously. Pressing her body harder into mine.
“I want to feel your cock inside me. All of it. Fill me up,” she pants.
I release her neck, and grip her by her ass cheeks, lifting her up to wrap her legs around my waist. I press her body into the wall, gripping her hands with mine and pinning them against the wall. I line my cock up and slide her body down onto me. Slowly, savoring every inch that takes me.
“Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes. Viktor.” She screams out her pleasure as I fill her. Pushing in as far as I can.
She uses her legs to bounce up and down on my cock as much as she can with the pressure from my body holding her to the wall. I lean back, giving her more space to move and allowing me access to her clit.
Her hips buck at my touch. I circle and pinch her clit, bringing her closer to the edge.
“Don’t come yet, Skatten Min. You’ll wait for me.”
She whimpers as I continue to circle her clit, pushing her closer to an orgasm that I won’t let her get.
Her wrists twitch under my grip, needing to touch me, or herself. I tighten my grip in response. “Uh-uh, you do as I wish.”
She grins at my words, and I know I’m in trouble. This is her mischievous grin that means she’s about to get what she wants.
She squeezes my waist with her thighs and pulls me closer, putting us so close that I can’t remove my hand from her clit. She grinds on my cock and hand at the same time giving herself the friction that I was denying her.
The vice grip her pussy has on my cock has me ready to go and I know now why that grin spread on her face. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“Viktor, come. Please. Come with me,” she begs.
I growl as the familiar tingle spreads up my spine, and down into my balls.
Two more thrusts .
I count in my head, taking the second thrust as slow as I can make her go before allowing her body to slam down on my cock.
“Come, Skatten Min,” I manage to get out.
“Viktor!” she screams as her orgasm rocks her body.
I spill my own orgasm into her, the guttural growl that comes out mingling with her screams.
Once we are both spent, I rest my forehead against hers, still pinning her against the wall.
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, Skatten Min. What did I do in my life to deserve you for myself?”
“You are the best kind of man, that’s how.”
“Only for you.” I capture her lips with mine.
I grip her ass cheeks once more and carry her off to my bed, pausing only for her to grab two waters from the refrigerator on our way by.
“Are you going to show me the kind of man you are for the rest of the night?” she asks in a low, seductive tone.
“Every night.”
God, I love this woman.
My dream is interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. Groaning, I roll over to accept the call knowing by the ringtone that it’s my publicist.
“Hello,” I grumble.
“Jesus, Viktor, it’s ten a.m. Why am I just waking you up?”
“What do you need? I’m busy.” I lazily trace circles around Calliope’s peaked nipples under the sheet.
“We need to talk about that social media post you made.”
“What about it?” I lean over to suck her nipple through the fabric. She moans in her sleep.
“I need to know who this girl is to you. Do you even know who she’s connected to? I’ve already been receiving phone calls to mitigate this blow up.” He’s practically shrieking at this point.
I sit up in bed, wracking my brain for who she’s related to. I’ve met her parents, and they’re great, but not anyone Ken would be worried about.
“Tell me, Ken. I have no clue. But she’s my woman, she’s having my baby, and I plan to marry her as soon as she warms up to the idea of it.”
Said woman curls up into my side as she starts to wake up.
“Her ex-boyfriend is Thad Hassell! You know the socialite who got a job at Arrington Development, the one who is now linked to your ex-girlfriend who played the fake pregnancy card. ”
His words start to sink in and I see how this looks from his perspective.
“Ok, I can see how this looks. But it’s not like that and if you continue to suggest otherwise I will fire you.”
Ken sighs. “How do you know?”
“Because she left me after a one-night stand and had no idea who I was, and found out she was pregnant the same night I did, at the hospital where she was being treated because I hit her in the head with a puck. I promise she was just as surprised as I was.”
I play with Calliope’s hair as she stares at me, listening intently to the conversation on my end.
“Viktor… just… just be careful, okay? I know you want to think the best of her but I need to have her looked into.”
My jaw clenches. “Absolutely fucking not. If you do, again, you will be fired. Just trust me on this one?”
“Fine. Call me later when she isn’t in your bed and your fingers aren’t in her pussy while you talk to me.” I can hear the frustration in his voice and I know he’s pulling at his hair, tugging it up at the ends so it sticks straight up.
“I got this, Ken, trust me. And for the record, they are not.” I laugh, knowing that he deals with the other guys on the team, specifically the pain in the ass rookies who only want a new piece of ass every weekend.
He doesn’t find me amusing and hangs up on me without saying goodbye. I turn to Calliope as my phone dings with a text from Ken, it has a link to a tabloid article.
Trouble in Paradise?
photo from Big Joe’s of Calliope and Viktor
It looks like there was an argument between the new lovers. Could it possibly be about her ex-boyfriend, Thad Hassell and his new girlfriend, Amber Arrington, who also happens to be Karlsen’s ex? It’s rumored that Hassell told Karlsen to watch his back because Miller is just a gold digger looking for her next payout. What do you think? Is it Splitsville for the new lovers?
“Did something happen?” Calliope asks. I toss my phone down.
“Apparently your ex is dating my ex, Amber Arrington. Who coincidentally tried to fake a pregnancy when I left her. My publicist is a little concerned.” I sit up, pulling her up into my lap.
“Viktor,” her eyes widen, “I had no idea. I swear. I didn’t mean for this to-”
I crash my lips on hers to make her stop spiraling.
“I believe you, Skatten Min. Every word. I trust you. ”
She fidgets uncomfortably, “No, Viktor, I need you to really trust me. I had no idea who you were, and I definitely didn’t plan to get pregnant. I didn’t realize who your ex was. She’s been screwing Thad for the last two years of our relationship. I had no clue she even had a boyfriend.”
“This was years ago. She must have jumped from my bed to his then. But don’t worry about it. It was so long ago no one will make that connection. If they do, I will absolutely fix it for you.”
I rub her back as she settles onto my chest. “Are you sure? I can take to social media too. I can do damage control.”
“Nope. No response needed from you, trust me. How about some pancakes?”
“I trust you.”
“With damage control? Or pancakes?”
She looks up at me and smiles “Both.”
Grasping my hand in hers, I lead her to the kitchen.
“Tomorrow I have an open practice with the Golden Foundation. Is that something you’d be interested in coming to?” I ask while I mix together the pancake batter.
“Oh! Will Claire be there?” A bright smile crosses her face and I’m so happy that she’s found friends within my teammates.
“Yup. So will Jolie.”
“Yes! I definitely want to come! I just need to finish up some work today so I can be free tomorrow.”
I slide her plate across the island to her with fresh fruit to start while I cook.
“Perfect. I have to go to practice in a couple hours and I won’t be home until dinner so you’ll have plenty of time, but then I’m taking you out for dinner.”
“How about I cook for you this time?” She still stuns me when she chooses to stay home and not get the notoriety of being out with me. It’s how I know Ken is wrong. She’s nothing like Amber.
Amber only wanted the expensive meals and the paparazzi to snap our photos together. But not Calliope, she actively tries to hide from them when we do go out, and she chooses to stay in more often than not.
I love her quiet support.