Chapter 21 #3
“Yeah. I’m fucking beat.”
“I should have given you a pair of my underwear to cuddle and sleep with.”
I chuckle as I line my toothbrush with toothpaste. “And with my luck, Posey comes charging into my room only to see me with your underwear around my head.”
“I’m sure he’s seen worse.”
Together we brush our teeth. After I spit and rinse, I say, “So tell me about your day. Anything fun happen?”
“No. Just training and learning about The Jock Report. I was thinking that I could play around on your profile a bit to learn it better.”
“I don’t have one.”
“You will tomorrow. I hope that’s okay.”
“Whatever you need, babe,” I say as I switch off the light and go into the bedroom where I lie down. “Just pick a good picture.”
“I have the perfect one in mind. It’s from that game where you won in the last second against The Freeze. The Agitators use it all the time. Very recognizable, great for branding.”
“Or maybe we don’t use that picture,” I say.
“Oh, you want to do a shirtless one? Maybe garner more donations?”
“No,” I say as I drag my hand over my face. “That, uh picture, the one that the Agitators use all the time? I hate it.”
“Why?” she asks in a curious tone.
“It’s from the night we lost Holden. Every time I see it, I’m reminded of what happened after that game.”
“Oh my God, Halsey, I had no idea. Does the team know that?”
“Obviously not. It’s an epic shot for Agitators’ history so I understand why they use it. It’s like the Bobbies using the picture of Carson Stone jumping on Knox Gentry’s back when they won the World Series. It’s iconic.”
“But if it causes you such difficult thoughts, maybe it’s something we can talk to Penny about.”
“Nah, it’s okay,” I say. “But for my personal stuff, I’d like to avoid it.”
“We will.” And to lighten the mood, she says, “I’m almost tempted to use a picture of you and me as the profile, you know, to make all the thirsty fans out there know that you’re off the market.”
“I’m cool with that.”
“I’m kidding,” she says. “Shirtless is what we have to do. Maybe a picture of you wiping the sweat from your forehead while you’re in your gear, you know, showing off some of your stacked abs. That would be hot.”
“I thought The Jock Report was a place where athletes can reach out to fans and tell their own stories.”
“It is. And the story I’d like to tell when it comes to you is that you’re extremely hot, have a god-like body, and are currently unavailable because you’re all mine.”
“Quite the story, I’ll buy into it.”
“And just another reason I like you so much. You go along with my craziness.”
“Anything to keep you happy.”
“Is that so?” she asks. “So what if I decided that I wanted to revisit the conversation we had a while back? You know, about the dick piercing. What if I said I wanted you to do that?”
“Get my dick pierced?” I ask. “If you want me to, I will.”
“Stop it. No, you wouldn’t.”
“Baby, you’ve seen how open I can be. What makes you think a dick piercing would stop me?”
“Oh my God, I’m wet all over again.”
“If that’s the case . . .” In a deep voice, I say, “Take off your clothes.”
“They’re already off.”
I smile as I move my hand down to my cock. “Mmm, such a good girl.”
“Is it crazy that I missed you this much?” Blakely’s straddling my lap on the balcony loveseat that I specifically picked out with the hopes that we’d use it together.
“No,” I answer as I smooth my hands over her ass.
“I shouldn’t be attached to you this quickly.”
“Why not?” I ask.
She sits back and plays with the hem of my shirt. “Because it just seems so sudden, doesn’t it?”
“For you, probably,” I answer. “For me?” I shake my head. “I’ve been attracted to you for a while, Blakely. But I understand where it might feel weird for you.”
“It’s not weird,” she says. “Just surprising. You always hear about people breaking up with their long-term boyfriend or girlfriend and how they needed to take like a year off from dating, and here I am, feeling so much more than I think I ever have only a couple months later.” I bet she has no idea how relieved I am to hear that.
“Just means I was made for you, and he wasn’t.”
She smiles at that. “I guess so.” She tugs on my shirt and I lift so she can take it off. She lays it on the couch next to me and brings her hands to my chest.
“Trying to make me hard?” I ask as the subtle music she chose plays in the background.
“Trying to get closer to you.” She chuckles and shakes her head.
“What?” I ask.
“Ugh, I’m such a harlot. I can’t get enough of your body.”
“Same,” I say as I slide my hands under her cotton shorts and grip her bare ass.
“But I don’t want to have sex right now. I want to ask you stupid questions.”
“Stupid questions?” I raise a brow.
“Yes, like . . . I want to know the benign things about you. I feel like I know you on a deeper level from the conversations we’ve had, but what about the stuff you’d put in your dating profile? I don’t know those things.”
“Well, I love having sex with Blakely would be something on my profile.”
She gives me a look. “If you like having sex with me there better not be a dating profile.”
“I’ve told you before, Blakely. I found what I’m looking for. I’m good.”
That brings a smile to her face as she leans forward and lightly kisses me.
When she pulls away, I continue, “But if you want to know the—as you call it—stupid stuff, I’d be more than happy to tell you whatever you want to know.”
“Okay . . . how about this? Why don’t we ask questions and for every question answered, we get to remove a piece of clothing.”
“I’m down,” I say. “You took my shirt off so I think I owe you an answer.”
“Good point.” She sits back on my lap as she asks, “What’s your favorite color?”
“Agitators purple,” I answer.
“Are you just saying that?”
I shake my head. “No. I really like the color. And I think I’ve seen it so much that I’ve become accustomed to it now.”
“Oh, that’s cute then. Okay, your turn. Ask me a question.”
“Who’s your celebrity crush . . . besides me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Uh, well, depends on the kind of mood I’m in. If I want someone big and burly, I really have a thing for The Rock.”
“Solid choice,” I say.
“But if I’m looking for someone on the smaller side but could still carry me around if I needed to be shuffled through a jungle like Tarzan and Jane—”
“A circumstance that happens quite often.”
“Obviously.” She taps her chin. “I think it would have to be Tom Hiddleston.”
“Do you think he could Tarzan you around the jungle?”
She nods her head. “I truly do.”
“Okay, then Tom and The Rock it is.” I tug on her shirt and bring it over her head, revealing a see-through lace bra. “Christ, Blakely,” I mutter as my hands find her breasts, her hard nipples pressing against the thin fabric.
“You’re growing hard.”
“Your fault,” I reply.
She plants her hands on my chest and starts to rock over me.
“Keep doing that and you won’t get all your questions answered.”
“Try having some patience, Halsey.”
“When it involves your wet pussy, I have zero patience.”
“Question time. Focus. If you weren’t playing hockey, what would you be doing?”
“Melting away into nothing,” I answer.
She pokes my chest. “Be serious.”
She continues to rub over me, making it hard to think, so I try to concentrate on my answer and not the friction building between us.
“My answer probably would have been different out of college. I probably would have said something like coaching, but now . . . if I didn’t have hockey, I think I’d want to be a librarian of some sort, maybe a book blogger. Something that involves reading.”
She pauses and tilts her head to the side. “Why is that the most attractive answer ever?”
“Because you seem to have a penchant for nerds.”
She chuckles. “Probably.”
Then she lifts off my lap and helps me with my shorts, revealing my large bulge in my briefs. She wets her lips, her eyes meet mine, and then she sits back down on my lap where she slowly rubs over me in long strokes. “Tell me about your family. I feel like I know nothing about them.”
“Seems strange that you don’t know them.
Well, there’s my mom and dad, Heather and Adrian, and I have a younger brother named Elliott.
He’s working as a mechanical engineer in a big firm in Chicago.
I’m close with my parents, but they live in Toronto, so I don’t get to see them very often.
We’ll have to go visit them soon.” I’d love that.
I think. . .but would they like me? I’m so different to her ex.
Best not to worry about that one for now.
“Well, I’m glad you’ve had Penny as your bestie here in Vancouver.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Did you have a stuffed animal or blanket that you had to sleep with every night?” I ask, wanting to get her out of her clothes as soon as possible.
“A stuffed animal,” she answers. “He was an alligator named Chompy.”
“Fuck, that’s cute,” I say. “Do you still have him?”
“I do. He’s in a box of things from my childhood that I’ve kept.
Sometimes I feel like he’s Woody from Toy Story with actual feelings, and he must hate me because he’s stuffed in a box somewhere.
I had him out in my apartment when I was living with Perry, but Chompy isn’t the fella he used to be, and well, he creeped Perry out, so I put him away. ”
“Fuck that,” I say, anger billowing inside me. “You can put Chompy out on display at our place. Hell, put him next to Sherman and Shirley.”
She leans back again and this time, there’s a softer look on her face as her hips stop moving. “You said our place.”
Huh . . . I did.
“Well, that’s because that’s how I see it,” I answer honestly. “To me, it’s our place. Is that how you see it?”
“I did get a desk for my bedroom where I’ve set up a place for me to temporarily work.” She swallows hard and her eyes meet mine. “I could make that a little more permanent if you wanted.”
“Yeah, I fucking want that,” I say.
“Really?” she asks.
“Blakely,” I sigh. “What don’t you understand?
” I grip her chin and hold her steady so her eyes are forced to look into mine.
“When I said I found what I wanted, I mean it. I’m just waiting for you to catch up to the feelings I have for you.
If you want to make that second bedroom an office, I’ll fucking help you pick out wallpaper.
If you want to set up a dresser in our bedroom and move your clothes in there, tell me how I can help and what dresser you want.
You’re it for me. I’m sold. So whatever you want, you can have it. ”
She brings her hands to her back where she undoes her bra and lets it slide off her before she leans forward and presses her bare breasts against my chest. Talk about a reward.
I suck in a sharp breath as her lips find my neck and she kisses up the column until she reaches my jaw.
“Then help me pick out some wallpaper,” she whispers.
Jesus . . .
How can I be this lucky? How is this actually happening right now? This woman who has had my heart, my mind, my fucking soul since the moment I met her, how did I possibly get her to fall for me? I’ll never know, but I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she will always be mine.
“We also need some bookshelves for the living room for your books to make room for a dresser for me.”
“Done,” I say as her lips work down to my mouth.
“And we need a rug for the living room.”
“Take me shopping, show me what you like, and it’s all yours,” I answer.
“And I have some things from my old apartment that could work here.”
“I’ll have the guys help me move them,” I say as her lips find mine but instead of demanding kisses, she lightly pecks along my lips.
“And I want to iron the curtains.”
I chuckle. “I’ll help you.”
“And we need to take the tag off the whisk.”
“We can cut it off together as a symbolic gesture.”
She laughs and then sits up again. I massage her breasts and play with her perfect nipples. “Are we really going to live together?” she asks.
“Baby, we’ve been living together for a while now.”
“As roommates,” she clarifies. “This’ll be different.”
“Yeah, it’ll be so much better,” I say. “Because you’ll be my girlfriend.”
“Exactly. So this is happening?”
“If you’re looking for someone to debate whether you should do it or not, you’re looking at the wrong person. If it were up to me, you would have been living with me as my girlfriend a year ago.” I lean forward and lick the tip of her nipple, which causes her to moan.
When her head falls back and her chest moves forward, I slip my hand under her shorts and between her legs where I find her soaking and ready.
“This game is over,” I announce as I lift her up and carry her over to a lounger. I strip off her shorts, loving that she’s not wearing underwear, and I tear my briefs off. I move between her legs, position my cock at her entrance, and I sink into her deep warmth. “I need to fuck you hard now.”
I grip the sides of the lounger and pump hard until we’re both coming.