Chapter 13
Jacob
“Ican’t believe you thought I actually like hockey.” Erin giggled, half skipping into the arena. The grin on her face caused the butterflies in my stomach to fight their way towards my throat, and I took larger steps to catch up with her.
I debated pointing out she was wearing a Blackhawks sweatshirt on game day—how was I supposed to know she thought it was fashionable. I grabbed her wrist, tugging her back towards me until her body fell against mine. “You’ll like it after tonight.”
When I winked at her, her cheeks turned a dark red and she looked away. Erin cleared her throat, stepping back from me when the security guard whistled to get her attention. “Ope, my bad!” She turned around and danced up to the metal detector, putting her hands to the side so the guard could go over her with the wand.
“Did you just say ope?” I asked, following behind her.
She scrunched her nose like she was thinking hard about her answer and then shrugged. “I guess so. I’m a Midwest girl.”
I lifted my brow. “You live in Chicago, red. Not in some small town where everyone knows each other.” She scowled, resting her hands on her hips and popping one to the side. “You’re cute when you pout.”
“I’m not pouting.” Erin dropped her hands to her sides, trying to keep a straight face. A small smile cracked through her solid exterior, breaking her attempt to be serious. “I thought we were here to watch hockey.”
I laughed, throwing my head back and putting my arm around her waist. She fit naturally in my grasp, and I took a deep breath to stop my heart from racing. “You want to watch some hockey, red? Let’s go watch some hockey.”
Erin spun out of my hold with a smirk, hurrying forward towards our seats. My arm felt empty without her in it, but I couldn’t hold back the rush of excitement that came with the loud music and the roar of the crowd. When we stepped into the noise, Erin quickly scanned for our seats, and her face lit up when she found them.
“Look how good our seats are!” She clapped, hurrying up the couple of stairs and squeezing between the rows. When she turned around and I wasn’t directly behind her, she grabbed my hand and tugged. “Come on!”
Erin sat down, fidgeting against the cold, hard plastic. Her eyes were wide while she looked around. Her auburn hair looked redder next to the red sweatshirt she wore, and surrounded by others wearing green and yellow, she stuck out even more. The excitement that made her blush also made my chest tighten.
“Do you want a beer?” I asked, leaning towards her so she could hear me over the yelling around us.
Erin nodded with a grin, moving to position her lips over my ear. “And a hotdog!” she shouted.
I threw my head back, laughing before I stood up. “Let’s go. The game starts soon.” I nodded at the red numbers counting down on the large screens hanging in the middle of the arena. She jumped up, following me back down the stairs and into the concourse.
Erin bounced from one foot to the other while we waited in line, her stare bouncing between me, the banners hanging from the ceiling, and the fans that surrounded us. When it was our turn to order, we stepped up to the counter.
“What can I get you?” the cashier asked, blatantly checking her out. I bit back the possessive growl that had no right to exit my chest.
“Two beers,” I said, wrapping my arm around Erin.
She scowled at me before she laughed, and her face lit up. “And two hotdogs!” She stuck her fingers up. “Oh, and popcorn!” She added a third finger when she saw the couple next to us walk away with some.
When we got back to our seats, Erin cradled her hotdog in her lap, throwing a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “I love junk food,” she moaned.
It caught me by surprise. The woman that was usually seen in three-piece suits with manicured nails. How often was she seen shoveling popcorn into her mouth by the fistful? It was like she was a completely different person—not the high-class businesswoman that lived in expensive clothes and wore a nearly permanent glare.
Erin made eye contact with me when she took a bite of her hotdog, and my cock twitched. She licked her lips slowly, winking. She was doing that on purpose—she knew she had an effect on me. I narrowed my eyes.
“Stop doing that,” I said, my voice huskier than intended.
She hummed when she swallowed, closing her eyes like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. My stomach stirred. “Doing what?” she asked with a small, poorly stifled giggle.
“Moaning when you take a bite.” I brushed a loose hair behind her ear, hovering with my lips closer. “Licking your lips like you wish that hotdog was something else.”
Erin looked up at me, gasping before she fluttered her lashes. “What if I do?” Then she burst into laughter. “Okay, okay. I can’t even keep a straight face when I say it. I’m sorry, but seriously, this hotdog is delicious.”
I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, pulling her into me. I handed her the last bite of my hotdog. “You can have the rest of this. That’s how you know I like you.” Her face lit up when she took it from me, releasing a loud, forced moan when she swallowed.
The buzzer made her jump when it went off, and the roar of the crowd got louder. Her eyes were shining when they bounced around, following the players as they glided along the ice. When the crowd erupted into a fit of cheers and whistles, I realized I had been staring at Erin longer than a couple of minutes.
She jumped up and down next to me, clapping, and I chortled. “You’re clapping for the wrong team right now,” I said.
“I knew that,” she said with a casual half-shrug, as if I would believe her.
“Oh, of course. Right.” I looked at her from the corner of my eye. “I forgot you’re a big fan of hockey.” She pursed her lips, biting back a grin.
Erin eyed me during the next play, anxiously watching for a cue. Her hands twitched, and she tapped the tips of her fingers together. When a roughing call was made against the home team, I started to clap quietly, and seconds later, Erin did the same. She nodded, looking at me from the corner of her eye. Was she watching me now? Amusement filled me.
The penalty was called and play continued. So did Erin’s staring. Her gaze bounced between me and the too-fast-to-keep-up-with action on the ice. I could feel the excitement buzzing from her skin each time she bumped into me.
She missed it when there was another penalty, stopping the play. I opened my mouth as if preparing to shout, and Erin beat me to it. She raised up on her toes, framed her hands around her mouth, and shrieked, “Woo-hoo!”
The group of men in front of us turned around, chuckling, and Erin realized suddenly that her enthusiastic cheer didn’t match the shouts from the rest of the arena. She turned to me, scrunching her nose and glaring.
“It was a penalty against our team,” I explained, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and giving her a small shake while she grumbled.
She clasped her hands together, stopping her bouncing. Her face turned a deep red, and she looked down. “Oh,” she finally said, breaking her hands apart and swallowing her embarrassment with the last gulp of her beer. She held up the plastic cup, gesturing with it. “Want another?”
I looked at my cup. There were still a couple of gulps in it, but I shrugged and swallowed them. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Yeah, let’s get another.”
Erin buzzed, nearly bouncing on her toes while we waited in line. She scanned the concourse slowly, and I couldn’t tell if she was people watching or if she was having an internal argument with herself. Then she stopped, and she snapped her head around to meet mine. “Do you see that couple over there?” she asked, answering my silent question with one of her own.
I followed her stare, seeing the couple she had been watching. A petite blond woman hung off her at-least-three-times-her-size boyfriend. If it weren’t for his hold on her, I was sure she’d be sitting on the floor. The heels she wore looked more uncomfortable under her shaking legs, and she pulled on the man until he bent down towards her.
“If you buy me pie, I’ll let you eat me out,” she whisper-shouted, likely thinking she was quieter than she was.
Erin cackled, throwing her head back before she covered her mouth with her hand in a half attempt to stifle the sound. The drunk girl was too oblivious to notice Erin was laughing at her, but when she couldn’t stop giggling, I grew more amused.
“Do they really have pie here?” she asked me. That was what she took from it?
I wiggled my brows, nuzzling her hair and placing my lips over her ear. “Do I need to buy you pie to eat you out?” Her breath hitched, and she tried to hide it with a shaky exhale.
She shrugged. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Erin danced out of the arena at the end of the game, her excitement about the win a complete contrast to the grumpy moods of the local fans around us. She let me weave her hand with mine, leading her through the crowd to an open area on the sidewalk. “I told you that you’d like hockey by the end of the night.”
“The night isn’t over yet,” Erin said, turning towards me and wiggling her brow.
I tightened my hold on her hand, tempted to stop and pull her closer. I wanted to taste the salty snacks and the beer on her lips. Before I could, a loud whistle behind us caught her attention, and she turned her head quickly in that direction.
“Hey sweet thing,” a drunk Wild fan mumbled, walking pointedly in our direction. Erin rolled her eyes but rotated back towards me, grabbing onto my elbow with her free hand and looking up at me. “Don’t ignore me, slut.” The man slurred his words, but they had been clear enough that Erin winced.
Anger roared through me, and I dropped my hold on Erin’s hand, directing her behind me when I stepped forward. “What the fuck did you just call her?” I shouted. A red filter clouded my vision, and I clenched my hands into fists at my sides.
“Oh, come on, man, I was just playing.” The guy waved his hand casually, backpedaling on his words.
I closed the distance between us more quickly than the man could move backwards. When I grabbed the green jersey he was wearing, his eyes widened. I could smell the alcohol and regret on his breath, and I pulled him closer. “Watch what you say to her, or I’ll rip out your tongue and feed it to your friend over there.”
The man shut his mouth, and his friend took a step back. “I’m—I’m sorry,” he stammered.
“Don’t tell me. Tell her,” I growled, letting go of his shirt and forcing him backwards.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the drunk fan said, putting his hands together in a prayer motion and half bowing to Erin.
“Now go.” I glared at him, watching while he stumbled backwards into his friend. Together, they hurried off in the opposite direction, and I turned around, pulling Erin to me. “Are you okay?” I asked her.
Erin giggled against my chest, but her green eyes pierced mine. “I think we need a penalty box for you.”
Ice. Erin had insisted on ice. “You can’t chill champagne without it,” she had said. Then she pouted, and suddenly I was walking down the hall with the metal bucket. The satisfied smile on her face when I slipped out the door was worth it.
When I walked back into the room, it was empty. I had only been gone for two minutes—if that. Disappointment filled me, and I considered walking to her room and demanding to know why she left. Then the breeze caught the curtain, causing it to dance into the room and drawing my attention to the open balcony door.
I set the ice on the counter, sticking the bottle of champagne in it before I made my way to the balcony. I stared through the open curtain, watching the breeze blowing through Erin’s hair. My chest tightened, and I silently snuck up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I nuzzled my nose against her neck.
Erin jumped, gasping before settling against my chest with a hum. “What are you doing out here?” I asked against her skin.
“Just enjoying the view.” She leaned her head back against my shoulder, closing her eyes. I looked around at the tall buildings and listened to the cars purring beneath us.
I chuckled. “You’re not even looking.” Her eyes popped open, and I was transfixed by the green orbs that stared at me. When she grinned, the skin next to them creased and they lit up.
“I was until you distracted me.” Her quiet giggle went straight to my cock, causing it to swell behind my zipper. I slipped my hands beneath her sweatshirt, running them up her stomach to her lacy bra. She sucked in a sharp, quiet breath.
“Did I distract you?” I asked, satisfied when she nodded but pushed her chest forward against my hands. Her nipples hardened beneath the fabric, and I strummed my thumbs over them while she fidgeted against me. “Allow me to distract you further, hmm?”
Erin didn’t stop me from unbuttoning her jeans and sliding the zipper down, but she trembled. “Out here? People can see us,” she said, scanning the street below. Her face wrinkled and relaxed, and she squinted as if trying to determine if passersby would be able to see any details.
I grazed my teeth over her ear, savoring the shivers that traveled her spine when I did. “If you scream loud enough, they’ll be able to hear us too.”
She gasped. “Are you really suggesting—”
I pushed her jeans past her hips to answer her unfinished question, and her eyes widened. She didn’t stop me, though, and when the denim was around her knees, she danced and stepped out of them. Erin wiggled her hips against me, barely covered by thin lace panties. Would they already be damp? Was the lace bra she wore red like they were?
“Jacob, wait. I’m serious. What if someone sees us?” Erin whispered, looking at the empty balconies that surrounded us and the small crowd on the street.
Using my foot, I nudged hers, encouraging her to spread her legs. She didn’t resist it, and I smirked. “Then let them see us,” I said.
As expected, the fabric separating me from Erin’s pussy was damp with her arousal. I pressed against the lace, gently grinding it against her clit. She whimpered, rolling her hips to beg for more. Reaching behind her, Erin fumbled with my jeans, huffing with frustration when she couldn’t get the button undone. She impatiently tugged at the waistband anyway, hoping it’d give and grunting when it didn’t work.
“Be patient,” I whispered, sliding the lacy panties down her legs. I tapped the back of her calves one at a time for her to step out of them before hanging the garment from my finger. She stared at them while I swung them back and forth. “Give me your wrists.”
“Why?” she asked, extending her arms forward with her wrists together. I was tickled by her equal display of suspicion and trust at the same time. Erin bit her lip when I wrapped the lace around her wrist, tightening it. Arousal tinted her face with a blush that almost matched the lace. “Oh.”
I stepped back, unfastening my jeans and dropping them below my hips. “Grab the railing,” I instructed her.
Erin glared at me like she was considering telling me to go fuck myself, but the sheen over her eyes told me she wasn’t actually going to do that. She turned her head back around, closing her joined hands around the railing and wiggling her bare hips. I closed my fist around my erection, stroking it while it got harder. A breeze blew by, and when goose bumps raised on her thighs, I wanted to trace them with my tongue.
Grabbing Erin’s hips, I pulled them back, making her bend at the waist. She pushed her ass back, spreading her legs farther apart. I reached around her, hooking the fabric that bound her hands and gripping the railing. I held her in place, running my cock along her slit. I circled her clit with it before I lined it up at her entrance, and I could smell the anticipation floating off her.
“Remember, red, if you scream, everyone will hear you.” I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I plunged into her, forcing a loud moan from her. Erin bit down on her lips to muffle the next.
She tugged at the hold on her wrists, but I tightened it, using my other hand to hold her hip in place while I fucked her. I pounded into her, listening to the sound of our skin clapping together mixing with the bustle of Minneapolis.
“Jacob, oh god!” she burst out, unable to withhold her cry. Her hands closed tighter around the rail, squeezing it until her knuckles turned white.
I leaned over her, entering her with deep, forceful thrusts. Her back was soft against my chest, and I hovered my lips over her ear. “Look at all of those people down there. Do you want them to see how much you enjoy fucking me, red?” I asked, and she whimpered, forcing her hips backwards to meet mine. “Is that a yes?”
Erin nodded. “Yes! I love fucking you. You never should’ve been with my sister.” She closed her eyes, arching her back when her pussy tightened around my cock.
I pulled out, grabbing her hands and spinning her in my arms. When I lifted her and draped her over my shoulder, she shrieked. “What are you doing?” Her voice was shrill but husky with arousal.
“I’m taking you inside.” I left the balcony door open behind us, dropping her on the bed and leaving the red lace around her wrists. Positioning myself between her legs, I pinned her hands above her head and winked. “Because I want to be the only one that gets to watch you come.”
You never should’ve been with my sister.
Erin dropped her head back against the mattress and arched her back up to meet me when I drilled into her. Her hands fought against my hold on them, and when she gave up, she wrapped her legs around me instead, pulling me closer.
Her eyes fluttered, and I stopped moving. “Eyes on me,” I grunted. When she popped them open, I kept moving. “Just like that.”
“That’s not fair!” Her legs shook, and the muscles in her thighs flexed around me. Erin’s green eyes tried to roll back into her head, but she kept them peeled on me.
My balls tightened, and a swirling tension grew in my belly. I could tell by the way her pussy rippled that she was as close as I was. Erin breathed heavily, staring between my eyes and my mouth. When she licked her lips, the uncontrollable urge to kiss her became as intense as the need to fill her with my cum.
I dropped my forehead against hers. “Come with me,” I whispered before I pressed my lips to hers and slammed into her, swallowing her moan.
Erin’s shook with waves of her release, and her kiss grew desperate. Her pussy clenched around my cock, sending me over the edge. I released inside of her, groaning while she milked every drop from me.
I stayed there, reveling in the way she squeezed me. Her arms twitched, and I pulled the panties from around her wrists, dropping them on the bed. Erin closed her arms around my neck, tugging me closer and kissing me like she needed it to breathe—like we both did.
When I rolled onto the bed next to her, she settled against me, resting her head on my chest. My throat tightened when she released a satisfied sigh. “That was amazing.”
“I feel the same way about you.” I bit down on my tongue after I said it, and she blinked quickly. I prepared for her to climb out of the bed and hurry out of the room, but she snuggled up closer to me instead. My chest squeezed.
“What happens when we get back to Chicago?” she asked, nuzzling against my skin and yawning. I traced circles on her back, watching her fight to keep her eyes from closing.
“I was thinking dinner at your place.”