Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
ELENNA
Crack.
Tiberius 'Tiger' Pennington whacked the puck so hard his stick broke. The blade almost splintered off from the shaft and dangled.
"Fuck yeah." Tiger looked impressed with himself. He shook the stick, making the blade swish back and forth. "Yep, it's fucked."
I thought Aidan might lose his shit, but he looked almost as impressed. "That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you hit a puck." He eyed the other players as though the rest of them didn't have a clue.
Some of them returned his gaze, a couple bordering on hostile. One muttered something about none of them being ladies.
Coast Riggs grinned. A few words wouldn't be enough to put a dent in his enormous ego.
"We're not gentlemen either," Phoenix DiMarco pointed out.
"Speak for yourself." Tiger gave him a narrowed-eyed glance and skated over to where Finley leaned over the boards, a new stick in hand. They swapped and Tiger skated off. He stopped near Bray, who clapped him on the back and grinned.
Finley hefted the stick in his hand, then started toward the exit. He got halfway there before he noticed me hovering in the doorway, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.
"Hey." He glanced over his shoulder towards Aidan. All of his attention was on the players. Finley turned back, his eyes dark, expression attentive, like I was the only other person left on the face of the planet.
"Hey. Have you got a minute?" I forced my hands to stay down at my sides so I didn't wring them. In spite of his intent gaze, nerves threatened to swamp me and pull me under. I'd rehearsed this conversation in my mind, over and over, but speaking it out loud was something else.
Finley carried the stick like he might use it on someone's head. Was it wrong that I found that hot? Guys with an underlying edge of violence were both dangerous and addictive. If there was a support group, I didn't want to go. No, I'd embrace the throbbing in my clit, the damp in my panties.
"For you, sure." He lowered the stick and gestured towards the exit. "Is anything wrong?"
"No," I said quickly. "Everything is fine."
I glanced back to the rink to see one of the players watching me. Dark hair, dark eyes and a dark expression. He looked at me like he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck me or kill me.
Judging by how panty-meltingly hot he was, this was Orion Scully-Evans, the new left defenceman. He glanced at Finley and his eyes narrowed further. It seemed to be a warning of some kind. Like maybe he'd take that stick from Finley's fingers and smash his face in if he harmed a hair on my head.
A chill passed through me and left my panties even wetter.
If Finley noticed, I couldn't tell. I turned to see him waiting expectantly near the exit.
"Sorry," I muttered.
"I might need to source a stick for Aidan to fight off the admirers. I'm thinking one twice the size of this." He hefted the one in his hand again.
So he had noticed. I should have known he would.
It was Finley's job to watch everything and everyone here.
Especially the players. He had to be ready with a fresh stick or clean glove at a moment's notice.
Not to mention knowing every single player's size and preference.
His attention to detail must be phenomenal.
"That was what I wanted to talk to you about," I said. "Maybe in your office."
"Of course." He eyed me speculatively.
No, I didn't miss the way the front of his pants tented. He wanted this as much as I did.
He led me to his office and closed the door behind us. He stashed the broken stick against the wall and picked up a book to scribble something inside. Presumably a record of the breakage and replacement.
He set the book aside and leaned back against his desk. "I'm all ears. Except my cock."
My gaze dipped to his groin before I forced my eyes back to his face. He was grinning.
I swallowed.
"This may sound strange…" I started tentatively.
He laughed slightly. "You might be underestimating the things I've heard in my time." He cocked his head at me. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to make fun. What's on your mind?"
"Aidan wants us to go out on a date with each other," I said in a rush. "You and me." My tongue darted over my lips. "He wants us to fuck each other."
Finley's eyebrows twitched upward. "Does he now?" He ran a hand over the light stubble on his chin.
"You don't have to, if you don't want to," I said quickly. "Like I said, it's strange."
"I'll do it," Finley said almost before the last sentence left my lips. "If this is something you want too? This isn't just Aidan being Aidan? If he's trying to push you into anything—"
"I want to," I said. "He's turned on by the idea, but…so am I."
My whole body was trembling. I wanted to taste Finley's mouth. I wanted to hear him shout my name in his soft, Irish lilt. El-Ehh-nah, rather than el-Enna. It was sexy as hell.
"Aidan is full of surprises," he mused softly. "I presume I wasn't as subtle as I thought I was. I've decided I have no regrets about that." He grinned, popping a dimple in his left cheek.
He was sweet, laced with violence, while Aidan was all hard edges, and acid tongue.
Also laced with violence.
Finley walked the three steps to close the gap between us, hooked a hand around the back of my head and slammed his lips down into mine.
It took me a moment to react, and then I was kissing him back. I placed my hands on his chest and gripped fistfuls of his shirt to hold him closer.
He tasted of coffee and something else that might have been cinnamon donut. Whatever it was, it was pure perfection. I couldn't get enough of it. I could have eaten all of him up here and now.
He pushed me until my back was pressed against the wall. He broke off from my mouth and kissed down my cheek and around my neck and throat. Between kisses he managed to say, "I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you. If I saw you first, I would have hidden you away from Aidan."
He might have tried, but Aidan would have seen me and, one way or another, found a way to claim me. What we had was meant to be. So was this. I believed that with everything in me. Finley was claiming me as thoroughly as Aidan had. From now on, I belonged to both of them.
Finley undid the button of my jeans and pushed them down far enough to slide his hands down the front of my panties. He skated his fingers over my pussy until he found my clit and started to rub.
"You're so fucking wet," he said, his mouth near my ear. "Such a good girl."
No one ever said that to me before. I almost came, the blood rushed so hard into my clit just from his words.
I groaned."Yes," I whispered. "I'm your good girl." Holy shit, that was so fucking hot. His praise made me want to sing and scream at the same time. I wanted more. Needed more.
"My good girl, Aidan's bad girl," he said. "Sounds fucking perfect to me. I might need a big stick to fight off other guys too." He slipped a couple of fingers inside me, working me harder. "Be a good girl and come for me."
I tilted my chin up and pressed my head against the wall. "I want to. I want to be good for you."
I was so close, I was teetering on the very brink. Finley's fingers were roughened to perfection, increasing the friction where he touched my clit.
"Then do it, Elenna, come for me like a good girl."
I came hard against his fingers, my body rocking in time to his strokes. My vision blurred and all I knew was pleasure, and his hand drawing out my orgasm, milking it for every precious drop.
I finally slumped forward, using my hands on his chest to keep me upright. I leaned my head against his chest until I caught my breath.
"Wow, that was…" I shook my head. I couldn't articulate it. One of my hands wandered down his body, but he caught my wrist and held it hard.
"We can leave that for our date," he said.
"The first time I slide my cock into your glorious pussy, I want to know Aidan is thinking of us.
I want him to know when I fill your body with my cum.
I want him to know when you're screaming my name when you come on my mouth like the good girl you are.
" His eyes got darker and darker with every word.
His balls must have been aching. He was making my pussy throb all over again.
"I want that too," I whispered. That was about the extent of my words right now.
"All of it." Did Aidan realise what a gift he'd given me? I'd have to make sure he understood the full extent of it. I was going to enjoy every minute of everything Finley did to me. The anticipation might drive me crazy.
"Of course you do." He slipped his hand out of my pussy and pressed his fingers to my lips. "Taste how delicious you are."
I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers. The combination of my release and the salt on his hands was delicious.
"You like that? I want to taste you too, but I can wait. You're going to love the taste of my cock. I'm going to come in your throat and in your pussy."
Yes please.
"Yes please." I always enjoyed sucking cock.
I loved watching a man lose control and knowing it was my mouth doing that to him.
I loved feeling cum squirt out into my mouth.
Men loved watching me swirl it around in my mouth before I swallowed.
I was sucking cock long before any guy ever slammed his into my pussy.
He chuckled softly. "Aidan might be lucky if I return you afterwards. You're hotter than under a goalie's cup." If anyone knew how hot players got under their equipment, apart from the players themselves, it was him. He would have handled enough of it.
"I don't know about that." I dropped my chin and glanced down at the floor. I was just…me.
I had a vivid imagination and shot a man in the head a few weeks ago, but I didn't see myself as sexy.
Sinclair and Wren were cuter than me. They'd both argue otherwise, but it was true.
Sinclair was striking with her golden blonde hair and blue eyes.
Wren was adorable with her shorter stature, dark red hair and brown eyes.
I had boring brown hair and a few extra kilos here and there.
He placed a finger under my chin and lifted it to look at him. "You have us hot for you. You're the flame and we're the moths."
"You know what happens when you get too close to fire," I said, my voice low.
He smiled. "You melt. Personally, I can't wait.” He kissed my forehead.
“We have an away game in Sydney on Saturday night. What about tomorrow night? That's a Thursday. That'll give me Friday to get all the equipment organised for the flight up."
"Tomorrow night sounds perfect," I said. My heart did a little skip and skated around the rink in my chest. If this was a dream, I didn't want to wake up from it.