Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
HALSEY
“How does the ankle feel?” OC asks as he comes up to me in the training room.
“Good,” I answer while I wait for Grace to come over and wrap it.
“Think you can play more tonight?”
“I’m hoping for it. Up to this one.” I nod at Grace, who walks up with some pre-wrap in her hand.
OC smiles. “Hey, Grace. How are you?”
She glances over at him and gives him a curt smile. “Good.” She then turns to me and taps the edge of the table. “Scoot down.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll catch you later,” OC says. I watch him wait for Grace to say something, but she doesn’t.
Interesting.
When he’s out of sight, I say, “What was that about?”
“What was what about?” she asks.
“It seemed like there was some tension there.”
“No tension.” She smiles up at me but then gets back to work.
Okay, I’m not buying it. I tuck away the information for now, though, because I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, especially when she holds the right to tell me to sit my ass on the bench tonight. And I don’t want to do that. I need to fucking play.
I have all of this pent-up adrenaline inside me that I need to take out on the ice.
And where is the adrenaline coming from? Blakely, that’s where.
Last night, when she came home from dinner, she took a while getting ready for bed, and when she finally came over to sleep with me, she was wearing pajama pants and a T-shirt. I told her it was unacceptable, stripped her out of it, and then proceeded to fuck her three times.
Each time, she asked for more.
In all of my life, I’ve never had sex like this.
Ever.
Point-blank, this is the most and best sex of my goddamn life.
And the thing about it is I can’t get enough of her. I can’t satiate this feeling I have inside every time I see her, and she’s the same way. We don’t talk . . . we just fuck.
I know that will come back and hurt me at some point because I have so much to say to her—so fucking much—but I feel like I’m on borrowed time. She’s still awkward. She’s still a flight risk. And I’m scared that with one wrong move, she’ll take off without warning.
So I’ll keep doing what I’m doing until she’s comfortable.
“So what do you think?” I ask Grace. “Think I can play more tonight?”
“I think so,” she says as she tears a piece of tape with her teeth and then lines it along my ankle. She looks me in the eye and adds, “But if you reinjure this because you’re going too hard, I’m going to be very upset with you.”
I chuckle. “You and everyone else.”
“Then you know what’s at stake. Good.” She finishes taping and then sets her things to the side. “Be careful, but you should be good. If it hurts even remotely, you come off that ice. Understood?”
I nod. “Understood.”
With that, I hop off the table and head to the locker room.
This is exactly what I need: a place to dispense all of this energy pulsing through me.
“They’re trying to hurt you,” Silas says as he tilts his helmet back on his head, the game playing out in front of us.
“You don’t think I fucking know that?” I say as I watch our second string take the puck down the ice. I squirt some water into my mouth and take a deep breath. “Every chance they get, they’re trying to slam me into the boards.”
“Posey is getting pissed,” Silas says. “He’s going to unleash soon.”
“Let him,” I reply. “This is fucking ridiculous.”
“Get up, boys,” our coach says, indicating we’re about to switch up the lines.
Silas and I both pull our helmets down and snap them into place.
“Change it up,” Coach calls out, and Silas and I are out on the ice immediately. I fall behind Pacey at the goal, grabbing the puck from him. Silas, OC, and I head toward our goal, shooting the puck back and forth and driving it forward.
It’s the third period, we’re tied one to one, and I know it’s because I’m not at peak performance. I’m good enough to be able to push it these last five minutes.
I flick the puck to the right, where Silas grabs it and then passes it to OC. I move toward the middle, slice to the right, and wait for the puck, only to be slammed right into the boards, the move knocking the air right from my lungs.
I crumple to the ice while the whistle is blown, and a commotion breaks out on the ice. I glance up just in time to catch Posey uppercutting someone in the ribs.
Fuck . . .
Silas comes over to me while the fight breaks out, and he places his gloved hand on my back. “You good?”
“Yeah,” I answer as I slowly come to a stand.
“How’s the ankle?”
“Fine,” I say as I rest my hands on my thighs and bend over. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.”
“Well, Posey is taking care of it.”
Under any other circumstances, I’d probably join him, but I don’t want to injure myself even more, so instead, I watch from a distance, planning my attack for when game is in play again. But fuck, is it awesome to be out on the ice again.
The apartment is dark again.
No surprise there.
The question is, what will she be wearing tonight?
After Posey was put in the penalty box, along with Rhodes from the other team, Silas, OC, and I drove the puck up the ice again. We missed a few shots, but with one minute remaining, we were able to score. An assist from me, a goal from OC.
Thank fuck we won because I would not have enjoyed losing that game.
I toss my keys on the end table and walk toward the bedroom.
Blakely’s not curled up on the bed. Confused, I set my phone on the nightstand to charge it and go to the bathroom where I quickly strip out of my suit and brush my teeth.
When I’m ready for bed, I check the bed again, and when I don’t see her, I head into the living room.
She emerges from her bedroom, wearing a pair of black lace underwear and a lingerie top tied together just at her cleavage.
Jesus.
Fuck.
I wet my lips and ask, “That for me?”
She walks right past me and replies, “It’s for me.”
I follow closely behind, and just as she reaches the bedroom, I step up behind her and loop my arm around her waist, pulling her into my chest.
When her ass rubs against my growing cock, I whisper, “Wearing that was a bad idea if it was for you because my dick seems to think differently.”
I glide my hands up her stomach to her breasts and cup them. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and that’s all the indication I need. Green light.
I tug on the tie of her top until it loosens and her tits spring free. Then from over her shoulder, I stare down at her hardened nipples and start playing with them, loving the way she rocks against me as I play with her.
She’s so fucking responsive to everything I do to her. I never have to question if she likes how I play with her because she shows me.
“How do you want my cock tonight, Blakely?”
“I . . . I don’t know,” she answers breathlessly.
“I want to play,” I say as I leave her top on but keep it open. I sit her on the bed and then reach into my nightstand to pull out two vibrators and some lube. I toss them on the bed and watch her look them over, a curious gaze in her eyes.
I shed my boxer briefs and then bring my cock to her mouth where I run the tip along her lips. Being the good girl she is, she parts her lips and swirls her tongue around the head before moving to the underside and dragging her tongue up and down my length.
Christ, that feels so good.
“Sinful fucking mouth,” I say as I pull away from her and then lie on the bed. “Ready to play?”
I pick up the thinner vibrator and put some lube on it, then hand it to her and say, “Play with me.”
Her eyes light up when she realizes what I want.
“Really?” she asks, her breath picking up.
“Do whatever the fuck you want to me, just make me come.”
She switches the vibrator on, straddles one of my legs, and then she drags the vibrator over just the tip of my cock and across my balls.
I spread my legs for her and place my hands behind my head.
I see her swallow right before she moves the vibrator down lower.
Smiling, I watch as she finds her way, and when she reaches my ass, I groan in anticipation.
Her unsure eyes flash to mine, and I give her a nod. “Give it to me, Blakely.”
Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I did this, but hell, do I want it more than ever, especially with her. I want her to know she can play with me any way that she wants. I’m open to everything, and she never has to be shy around me. Showing her this vulnerability is a step in that direction.
She slowly inserts the vibrator inside me, and I mentally relax, letting the vibrations calm me as she pushes it in.
“That’s it, baby, make me so fucking hard.”
When she lets go of the vibrator, leaving it where it is, she sits back on her heels as her eyes transfix on my cock, which is growing, twitching, and seeking satisfaction as it stretches up my stomach.
“I love your cock so much,” she says as she leans forward and presses her tongue along the length.
“Your mouth is going to make me come.” I take deep breaths. “I want you to come with me.”
“How?” she asks.
“Grab the other vibrator,” I say through gritted teeth as my entire body starts firing off with pleasure. Fuck, it feels so damn good.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
She placed it in just the right spot and there’s no way I’m going to last long.
When she grabs the vibrator, I say, “Straddle my cock.”
She moves over me, her tits swaying with her every movement. And when she’s settled and lowers her wet pussy along my length, I feel full satisfaction. She’s turned on by me being turned on . Not sure anything is sexier than that.
I take the vibrator from her and slide it along my length, directly under her clit so we sandwich it between us and experience the vibration together as I turn it on.
Immediately, her hands fall to my chest as her head dips forward.
“Oh God, Halsey.”
Her fingers dig into my pecs. I grip her breasts as she starts to slowly and carefully rock over the vibrator. Between the vibrator and the friction, I’m seconds away.
I squeeze her breasts, loving how she’s so urgently seeking her pleasure.