Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
BLAKELY
This is so awkward.
Here I am, slipping into Halsey’s bed without him, after we were so sinful in it the night before. But he’s on my mind. Once my responsibilities at the game were done, I booked it out of there and came straight home where I took a bath and soaked in my feelings.
Halsey played for a grand total of one minute. I believe they wanted to see how he was out on the ice, and from what I saw, he was really good. How he can skate with a rolled ankle, I have no idea, but then again, the training staff are miracle workers.
And I hate to admit it, but when he was on the ice, I couldn’t take my eyes off him and how he effortlessly glided around the rink, passing the puck and avoiding being slammed into the wall.
He’s so good at hockey, it’s why he’s so mesmerizing to watch. I wonder what he was like out on the ice with his brother. They were probably magic.
But now that I slipped into my silk pajama set—yup, it’s all I had left that was clean—sleep eludes me as I’m turned away from the door and on the far edge of my side. I could not be more obvious.
I told myself I was going to be asleep by the time he got home, but from my mind racing over what’s transpired between us, I can’t seem to find that natural sleep I’m looking for.
It’s why I’m getting up to grab some of my melatonin when the front door opens and shuts.
Oh God, he’s home.
I slink back under the blankets and curl into my pillow where I pretend to sleep. Besides the entryway, the lights are off in the apartment, so when he turns that one off, the entire room is drenched in darkness. The only light is from the sliver of the moon peeking through the curtains.
His feet pad down the hallway and into the bedroom where I hear him set his phone on his nightstand and plug it in.
Be cool.
You’re asleep.
For all he knows, you’ve been sleeping for a long time.
He moves into the bathroom where I hear him brush his teeth and remove his suit that he’s required to wear to and from the arena.
Everything is fine. No need to worry about what’s going on. He thinks you’re asleep. Just stay still and everything will be okay.
I let out a slow breath, not wanting to be detected but wanting to calm my racing nerves and, when he leaves the bathroom and comes into the bedroom, I mentally prepare myself.
This is it.
As still as still can be.
Maybe add a little snore to make it believable . . . wait no, don’t do that.
He slips into the bed and then to my utter surprise and shock, he places his arm around me, his palm to my stomach, and he drags me across the bed and right into his chest.
His mouth falls to my ear as he lightly whispers, “You belong here.”
My breath catches in my chest as his hand slides under my shirt and his warm palm presses against my stomach.
Okay, was not expecting that.
Well, that’s okay, we can work with this. So he likes to spoon. The man probably—
Oh God, did he just swipe at my boob with his thumb?
I hold my breath as I wait in anticipation to see if he does it again.
When he doesn’t, I realize I was imagining it.
There was no swipe.
It must have been the fabric of my shirt—
His thumb drags across my breast again and this time, I know it was intentional because he pulls me in even closer, his erection pressing against my ass.
And that’s all it takes.
A wave of arousal pulses through me as his mouth finds my ear and he asks, “Why are you wearing clothes?”
Because I’m the fool who thinks that we can forget about what happened last night. In reality, we can’t forget about it at all.
His hand moves out from under my shirt, which makes me want to protest, but then, his dexterous fingers start unbuttoning my silk top.
“This should not be on you,” he says as he makes his way up to the top. I don’t even think I can unbutton my shirt that fast yet, he does it with one hand.
When he’s done, he parts the shirt open, exposing my breasts, and he cups one of them in his rough, calloused hand. I try to hold back, but I groan as I press my ass into his erection.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby. I knew you weren’t sleeping.”
Of course I wasn’t, how could I, knowing he was going to slip into bed with me?
He circles my nipple lightly with his fingers while he kisses my neck, and the combination of the two has me throbbing between my legs—something I now know this devilish man has over me.
I know how amazing he can make me feel and, even though I’m out of my mind with confusion, there is one thing I know for sure. I want him to make me come again.
Once he circles my nipple a few more times until it’s completely hard, he pinches it with his index finger and thumb, rolling the sensitive nub and causing me to gasp.
“I fucking love your tits,” he says as he moves to the other one. I roll to my back an inch, giving him better access. “I could play with them for hours.”
I could come from him just playing with them.
“But I have other plans,” he says as he moves his hand down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He pauses for a second and says, “If you don’t want to come on my cock tonight, tell me right now, or else, I plan on destroying this pussy.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my bare chest rises and falls into the night air.
There’s no way I’m stopping him, and he knows it because he doesn’t give me much time to react. He pushes my shorts down, and I kick them to the side right before he props my top leg up into a figure four position, opening me up more.
“Now let me see how wet you are.” His lips skim over my ear, sending chills down my arm as he slips his hand between my legs.
His fingers drag along my center and when he feels how drenched I am, he groans in satisfaction.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he says before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them.
“I’ve been craving this pussy all goddamn day. Have you been craving my cock?”
He shifts behind me, pulling down his briefs and pushing them all the way off so his cock is now lined up against my ass.
“Y-yes,” I answer.
“Yes, what?” he asks as his hand floats back up to my breasts where he grips and massages them, letting the air hit my pussy. It turns me on even more.
“Yes, I’ve been craving your cock.”
“Good girl,” he says as he releases my breasts and positions his penis at my entrance. I take a deep breath and then let it out as he pushes inside.
It’s sore at first, but once he’s fully in, all I feel is satisfaction.
“The sounds you made last night, I couldn’t stop thinking about them.
” He pumps into me, cupping my breast with one hand while his other now grips my neck.
He presses down carefully, making me aware that he has me by the neck, but not too much to scare me.
And it only throws fuel to the flame of my arousal.
The possession, it’s so sexy. “I’m obsessed with hearing the way you come and feeling the way you squeeze my thick cock.
” He pumps again. “I’ve wanted to touch you all goddamn day.
” He pinches my nipple and I groan loud enough for him to do it again.
“I craved this cunt.” He presses his head against mine. “Fuck, I need more.”
He wraps his arm around my stomach and then rolls us so he’s lying on his back, propped up by a pillow, and I’m lying on top of him, my back to his chest. My top flies open, exposing my breasts and with both hands, he grips my nipples and pinches them as he whispers, “Fuck my cock, Blakely.”
“God,” I groan as I move my hips up and down along his body.
This position, it’s new, it’s different, and it feels so fucking amazing. I’ve noticed quickly that I like him behind me, taking me from behind in any way. This being one of them.
“Fuck, Halsey,” I whisper as I move my hips faster.
“You close, baby?” he asks.
I nod. “Really close.”
“Good.” He kisses the side of my head. “Me too.”
And then he pinches my nipples harder, rolling them and pulling on them, making me so goddamn ready that it only takes a few more pumps of my hips before my stomach bottoms out, my entire body goes numb, and my orgasm hits me so hard that I cry out his name into the dark of the night.
“That greedy fucking cunt,” he says right before his cock swells inside me and he’s coming, wave after wave until his body goes slack and we’re completely sated.
He loops his arm around my waist, holding me still as he stays inside me. He kisses my shoulder, my head, and then he taps my chin, forcing me to turn so he can kiss my lips momentarily.
But even though the kiss is brief, it feels far more intimate than what we just did.
After a few more seconds of making out, he releases me and helps me to the bathroom where we both clean up.
When we’re done, he takes me back to the bed, but removes my shirt, and leaves me naked with him.
He slips in behind me, spoons me to his chest, and he whispers, “This is where you belong. Don’t fucking forget it. ”
Talk about being fucked into a dream-filled slumber.
Okay, so yeah, he told me I belonged in his arms last night. No big deal. But that didn’t prevent me from slipping out of them this morning, taking a shower, and getting ready for work. And I’m still walking funny because I needed to ride his light post again throughout the night. Who am I?
I might be cock-shocked, but I have things to do today, like give the team my notice and try to figure out an action plan to stop thinking about Halsey’s penis between my legs.
Good luck to me.
After I finish my hair and makeup, which I feel slightly ashamed to say I spend more time on than I normally do, I prepare to leave my room.
I convince myself the effort’s because I was feeling glamorous this morning, but deep down, I know it’s because when I walk out of this room, I’m going to see Halsey and I want him to look at me with dark, sinister eyes.
It’s also why I chose the dress that was hanging on the back of my door.