Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHASE
My body was wrecked, but my soul was fulfilled.
Playing hockey had always given me a thrill, ever since I’d laced up my first set of skates.
It’d been my life for so long, and I loved every second of it.
But there was something so different between hustling on the ice as a professional and just playing for fun.
Fucking around with my friends…watching those kids have the time of their lives.
And being reminded once again just how good Nolan was, even in a casual pickup game.
I’d sent off that video of him to the scouting department earlier in the week, just like Lindy had suggested, and I’d received a call not even an hour later, asking for details about the kid.
It seemed I wasn’t the only one who saw promise in him.
Pride swelled in my chest, knowing I’d been the catalyst for that.
That I’d identified a possible future NHLer—someone whose modest life could forever be changed, much like my own had been—all thanks to a video I’d taken and a single email I’d sent.
Thanks to the contacts I’d made over my years in the league.
After Addison and I had skated for what felt like hours and she was almost a popsicle, we headed back to the inn, no sneaking necessary.
Aiden and Avery were already locked away on their side of the house, so I followed Addison upstairs as she dragged me through her bedroom and straight into the connected bathroom.
“Much as I love this on you,” she said, running her hands down the front of my old jersey, “it’s gotta go.”
She slipped her hands under the garment and pushed it up my chest. I helped, gripping the back of the neck and pulling off the jersey before tossing it into a puddle on the floor.
She bit her bottom lip as her gaze skated across my bared chest, and I couldn’t deny how much I loved seeing that desire in her eyes.
The rest of our clothes followed suit, and soon, the floor was littered with our discarded garments.
Addison tugged me behind her into the steaming shower, pulling my body flush against hers.
My dick was already hard—had been from the second she’d slipped her hands under my jersey—and there was no hiding that fact as it bobbed between us, pointing directly at her.
With the hot water beating down on us, she trailed her hand along my chest, not stopping until she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave a soft, slow stroke, designed to do nothing more than tease.
“Fuck.” The curse was barely more than a breath as I crowded her up against the shower wall. I dipped my head to capture her lips in a kiss, and she met my tongue stroke for stroke, her hands around my neck, her body flush against mine.
Today had been a perfect day—playing hockey, seeing the excitement on those kids’ faces, talking with Nolan and his mom about opportunities, skating with my girl under the stars, and now this.
What if this was my life? Not the rigorous, fast-paced, daily grind I was so used to in Vancouver. But something softer. Slower. Sweeter.
I lifted Addison up, ignoring the pain in my knee, and pinned her against the wall with my hips. I swept my lips along her jaw, scraping my teeth against her earlobe. “Tell me you want it, baby.”
“I want it,” she whispered, rocking her hips against me, her ankles locked at the base of my spine.
I pressed a kiss below her chin. “Tell me you need it.”
“More than anything.”
I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue and gripped her ass, lifting her to slide her pussy up and down against my shaft. “Tell me you can’t fucking live without it.”
“Chase,” she breathed, her head resting back against the tiles, eyes heavy lidded. Her tits brushed my chest, her nipples hard little peaks I wanted to devour, and her pussy was so hot and wet against me, I couldn’t hope to hold in my groan.
“Tell me, firefly.” I shifted her until my cock lined up with her entrance and sank just the tip inside her warm, wet heat. “Tell me you’re just as lost to this as I am. That you crave me in the middle of the night, wake up with your cunt aching and empty. That you want it more than anything.”
Want me more than anything…
She stared up at me, desire blanketing her gaze. But that wasn’t all. Apprehension was also written in those depths, and I hated it. Hated that she still didn’t know how fucking much I wanted her. How much I loved her.
But I couldn’t tell her now. Not in here, while we were both naked and I was about to fuck her. When I told her, she wouldn’t be able to blame my declaration on horniness instead of the bone-deep devotion I felt for her.
Finally, she swallowed and gave a short nod. “I am. I do.”
A relieved breath whooshed out of me, and I bent to capture her lips in a kiss as I pulled her down on me, sinking deeper inside her. She moaned into my mouth, rocking her hips in a slow roll against mine.
It wasn’t fast and it wasn’t frenzied, despite our not being able to wait until we were in a bed. It was slow. Intimate. Like we had all the time in the world. Like the unknown wasn’t still waiting for us outside this steamed-up shower stall.
She had one hand wrapped around my neck, holding my face to hers.
Our foreheads pressed together as I rocked inside her, her fingers dancing across her clit.
And when she came around my cock, the pulsing waves of her pussy pulling my orgasm from me without any hope of holding back, I tried to convey every ounce of love I had for her in my whispered words of praise against her lips.
As I told her without words that she meant the world to me.
She meant everything to me.