Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
KENNEDY
I AM A HOCKEY ROMANCE CONNOISSEUR.
“This is a stupid idea,” I mumbled to Val as the Uber dropped us off in front of Tim’s.
“Just because the guy is still benched doesn’t mean he won’t lose his shit when he sees you in his jersey.”
“It’s cliché,” I said dryly, though knowing that I had Henry’s last name and number etched on my back made me a little too happy.
She pointed a finger at me with a wink. “Exactly. And that’s why it’s perfect. Prepare to have the best sex of your life.”
“For a girl who has never dated a hockey player, you sure know a lot about this stuff.”
“I may have never dated a hockey player, but I am a hockey romance connoisseur. I’ve read enough books to know you’ll thank me soon enough.”
I rolled my eyes with a laugh as we strode into the bar, the beats of “The Reason” by Hoobastank welcoming us.
The guys played against the Nashville Devils and won, 3-1, so of course, they were at Tim’s celebrating.
Truth be told, I was starting to love coming to this place.
It was a great way to unwind after a crazy day.
My workdays had become longer, now that the gala was approaching.
Matt had been surprisingly quiet and hadn’t tried anything since the Family Skate fiasco.
However, I wasn’t willing to risk it, so I attended every meeting and ensured I was involved in every single decision.
It was driving us both insane, sure, but what other option did I have?
I was not gonna let the man pull another one over me.
My eyes found Henry, and he was animatedly talking with Parker and Hayes. My heart all but stopped beating when I took him in. I hadn’t seen him in almost a week and…hell. I couldn’t deny it even if I tried. I missed my big, tall, cocky athlete.
We’d been casually dating for a month or so.
The deeper we got into the season, the more he traveled, and the busier I got, too.
Normally, I would have traveled with the team, but this season, Brad kept me and Matt around for more administrative and managerial tasks.
I think this was his way of testing us and giving us enough workload to see who could take over once he retired.
I stood behind Henry and tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and when his eyes found mine, his demeanor changed from normal to ecstatic. His smile was wide and bright, and his blue-gray eyes were a lighter shade and sparkled as they drank me in.
And just like that, I was an instant puddle.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hug him. “Hi, pretty boy,” I whispered.
“Hi, Kenny baby,” he whispered back then dropped a kiss on top of my head and hugged me tighter.
His whole presence these past few months had started to become soothing for me. But his hugs? They were like coming home. Comforting and warm.
“Get a room,” Hayes groaned.
“You guys make me sick,” Parker added, faking a gag.
Henry took a step back and gave them a glare without a word. His gaze settled back on me, and the corner of his eyes crinkled in the way I liked when he smiled at me again.
“Turn around, Kenny. Show your boy what you got on today,” Val snickered as she took a seat next to Owens. The grumpy goalie looked instantly relaxed as he sagged his shoulders, almost like he was relieved, and draped an arm behind her chair.
“You’re a pain in my ass, Valentina,” I groaned.
He narrowed his eyes as he stared at my jersey. “Is that what I think it is?”
With a knowing grin on my face, I turned around and looked over my shoulder. “Yup.”
My core tightened when Henry’s pupils dilated. “Oh, fuck,” he murmured under his breath.
I turned to face him with a playful wink. “Your number kind of looks good on me, doesn’t it?”
With a deep chuckle, he closed the distance between us. “Yeah, it does. But it’s gonna look a lot better on the floor of our apartment tonight.” His voice was gravelly and thick, low enough to keep the conversation between us.
The way he so casually said our apartment made my heart tug.
“Is that a promise?” I asked sultrily.
“It’s a guarantee, baby.” With that, he leaned forward and met my lips with an unhurried, torturous kiss.
I couldn’t help but whimper, a sound he gracefully swallowed as his tongue coaxed my mouth to open in a playful taunt. His kisses were like velvet and fire. Soft at first, but searing underneath. It was addictive.
He broke the kiss and, without glancing at the group, he interlaced my fingers with his and walked us to the exit as he said, “I’ll see you guys later.”
“That’s my boy!” Hayes shouted with a clap.
“Nice.” Parker nodded, visibly impressed.
“Both of you, behave,” Morgan chastised Hayes and Parker.
“Be safe, kids!” Donovan shouted.
They were all idiots. But they were quickly becoming my friends, and I had a newfound appreciation for this group. The loneliness that tried to grip me and stay was less intense as more time passed by, and I had all of them to thank. I had Henry to thank.
I giggled. “We’re leaving? But I just got here.”
“There’s no way I can stand in this bar one more second without ripping your clothes off and fucking you,” Henry replied simply. Unapologetically. It made my skin scorching hot.
I looked over my shoulder and shouted at Val, “Thank you!” because I knew I was about to be one lucky girl.
She barked a laugh. “I knew it!”
The February Chicago winter hit my cheeks the second we stepped outside, but the cold vanished the moment Henry turned me around, pressed me against the wall, and crashed his lips into mine in a kiss that was all heat and desperation.
His body pressed against mine, and I moaned and fisted his shirt to bring him even closer, wanting nothing more than to be swallowed by all of him.
“We should probably not do this here,” he groaned painfully. “But, fuck, baby. I need you.” His tone was husky, with a hint of urgency. It spurred me to action. My hands fumbled while I tried to find the keys in his pockets. Once I did, I unlocked the truck and got in the back seat.
He placed his forearm on the roof of the truck and leaned forward. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I gnawed my bottom lip and kicked my shoes off then started playing with the waistband of my leggings, slowly bringing them down.
His eyes sparkled with heat. “Who are you, and what did you do with my girl?”
The way my girl rolled off his lips made my thighs clench. Leave it to Henry to make me discover that I had, in fact, a praise kink.
“Get in, pretty boy.”
A low growl erupted from deep within his chest as he got in and shut the door.
My leggings were halfway down, but he got them off in one swift motion then dropped me in his lap like I weighed nothing more than a feather and devoured my mouth.
His tongue eagerly met mine, and we were a mess of desperate kisses and heavy breathing as I rolled my hips against his length. God, he was big.
“Henry,” I moaned.
“What do you want, Kenny? Let’s hear it.” His tongue flicked the side of my neck before he sucked the soft flesh. The feel of his lips against my skin made me buzz with need.
“I want your cock.” Lust consumed me like rapid fire. It was suffocating how much I needed him.
I kneeled on the seat and made quick work of his jeans and boxers, bringing them down low enough to give me access to his thick and throbbing cock.
The sight of it made my mouth water, so I leaned forward and stroked it once.
When pre-cum leaked out of it, I darted my tongue out and lapped it up.
It was sweet and salty, and I rolled my eyes in pleasure and moaned at the taste of him.
He groaned, “I can’t hold back anymore. I need to be inside you.”
I faked a gasp. “Henry Anderson, are you begging?”
Hooded eyes met mine. He licked his bottom lip, leaving a trace of moisture that made them look more enticing. “Yes. And I’ll gladly beg for the rest of my life if it means I get to feel your tight pretty pussy around my cock.”
The ache between my legs intensified at his words. Henry was a grade-A dirty talker, and that somehow made me braver. I liked it—a lot.
“Condom?” I asked.
He found his wallet and grabbed the foil packet. Once the latex was rolled on, I sat on his lap, moved my panties to the side, and brushed the head of his cock against my folds back and forth.
Henry’s breath hitched as his shaft throbbed in my hand.
I smirked. “Someone’s eager.”
His hands fisted the sides of my jersey. “How can I not be? You look like a fucking dream with my jersey on.” He softly grabbed a fistful of my curls, bringing my ear to his mouth. The warmth of his breath prickled my skin as he roughly whispered, “Stop fucking teasing me, Kennedy. Put it in.”
I hummed. “Beg a little and I will.”
His laugh echoed. “You are such a brat.”
I rolled my hips, letting the head of his cock slide in an inch, but quickly took it out. “You said you’d gladly beg, right? Let’s hear it, then.”
This won me a pained groan. “Kennedy, please.”
Oh, God. It was hot to hear this hulk of a man beg. I wanted more. “You can do better, pretty boy.”
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold himself back. His neck was strained, and a droplet of sweat ran down the side of his forehead. “I promise to be a good boy and do anything you want. Fuck. Anything, okay? Just, fucking please”—his voice cracked—“Put. It. In.”
“Such a good boy, begging for me,” I rasped against his lips and sank onto his cock in one fell swoop. We both moaned, “Yes,” at the same time. I then gasped, all the air leaving my lungs with how full I was.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was shut my eyes and kiss him like he was the only thing anchoring me to real life.
Henry wrapped his arms around my hips and lifted me slightly then started pumping in and out of me at the perfect rhythm, like he knew exactly what I needed.
All I could do was rest my forehead on his shoulder and moan.
The position allowed the head of his cock to hit my G-spot, and I was already so fucking close.
There wasn’t much space for us, but it was the least of my concerns. This was what I needed. To be fucked, and wanted, and touched by him. To have his touch and kisses on my body at all times.
“Fuck, your pussy is tight. You’re close already, aren’t you?” He gritted out.
My forehead met his with a nod. I couldn’t form words. I was in a haze of him. The way he smelled like husk, with a hint of sourness and sweetness at the same time. The way his lips brushed against mine as we both kept moaning. The way our chests heaved in sync like we were one.
My fingers found my clit, and I started to circle it, desperately chasing my climax.
Henry dropped kisses on my neck, and every single one of them was like a newfound wave of electricity.
It was maddening how he made me feel. It was like disconnecting from the world, and my body was only aware of him and everything he did.
With a few more deep thrusts, my core tightened, and the orgasm rushed through me like a rollercoaster drop.
I cried out Henry’s name, and he gripped my waist tighter and continued to pound into me.
It was rough. Animalistic. And so goddamn addicting.
My pussy tightened again, and somehow, another orgasm—stronger than the first—hit me out of nowhere.
My throat was sore, so my moans were breathless, barely audible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Henry chanted over and over again as he kept slamming into me.
He was so close, and through my haze after those two mind-blowing orgasms, I wrapped my hand around his throat as best as I could and brushed my lips against his before kissing him and tightening my grip.
He moaned against my mouth, and with three shaky, languid thrusts, he swelled and throbbed inside me as his climax took over him.
Once the post-orgasm high started to wear off, we stared at each other and laughed.
“Why is sex always so fucking explosive with you?” I asked in awe, still breathless.
He gave me a chaste kiss and moved some of my sweaty curls off my face. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that we’re going home to do that a few more times.”