40. Stefan
40
STEFAN
…two weeks later
The last two weeks sneaking around with Wren have been amazing. She really is the best thing to happen to me. The more I’ve gotten to know her on a personal level, it’s made me appreciate her in a new way. Yes, she was hired to overhaul my image, but I’m more than just a paycheck to her. She cares, really cares about me, my image, and my future.
That night two weeks ago when we slept together for the first time was the best afternoon, evening, and night of my life. Our bodies connected on a physical level and it’s as if when we gave in to our desires, it unlocked our mental connection as well.
After our showdown the following day, Wren and I went back to the rooftop and we talked. She told me what happened with that asshole client of hers, and when she did, I understood her reluctance to take things further with me. I assured her I’m not like him and I promised if shit hits the fan, I’ll take the blame. People will believe it was me anyway, so it’s no hardship. It was me who suggested keeping us a secret, and it’s not because I’m ashamed of her. I want her to feel comfortable and secure in us before we share it with the world. Apart from Chelsea, I’ve never had a steady girlfriend. After her it was just casual hookups and I’d never be with the same someone more than twice. I never wanted to take things further but with Wren, it’s different. I want everything with her. She’s a breath of fresh air and she wants me for Stefan, not D?uchmen the hockey player.
Right now, we’re on a plane to New York where we’re set to play against my old team. The urge to sit with her was strong but since we’re sneaking around, I sat three rows behind her. I’ll just have to lust over her from afar.
“You good?” Coach asks, dropping into the seat next to me.
“I am. I really am,” I tell him, and like the last time he asked me that, I still mean it.
“I’m glad to see you back on track. Wren is finally earning her keep.” His words about Wren have my hackles raising, but I can’t say anything without it raising suspicion.
“She’s been earning it from the beginning,” I snip instead. The need to defend Wren is strong right now, not just because it’s untrue, but I don’t want her fears about her time with Simon to rear its ugly head again. I will never make her feel like he and her old bosses made her feel. We are two consenting adults and we both have made this decision. If shit hits the fan, we will deal with it together. “I wasn’t making things easy for her because, well, I was being a douche, but now, I see she and you and Tania only have my best interests at heart. And the team’s, hence why she’s arranged this charity match with my old team. Wren is amazing at her job, end of story.”
Wren thought it would be good for my image to arrange a couple of games throughout the season with the New York Crushers, Colorado Dragons, and the Vancouver Vikings to raise money for charity, with myself being the spokesperson for the games and chosen charity.
Why she picked my old team or Vancouver, I will never know, but I know she picked Colorado because she’s friends with the equipment manager there, Asher King, and it’s a paid excuse to see her friend.
“Wow, she really has made an impression on you.” He eyes me suspiciously.
“Well, when I finally pulled my head out of my ass and listened to her and Rick and Tania, I saw the error of my ways.”
“What about me?”
“You ride me in a different way, and I guess you’re all right, but do you think you can ease up on the bag skates?”
“Now that I know you love them so much, I’m going to drive you harder.”
“Thanks,” I deadpan.
“You’re welcome, now rest up, I wanna kick New York's ass.”
“You got it, Coach.”
He nods, stands up, and heads back to his seat. Watching him walk away, my gaze drifts down to where Wren is sitting. All I can see is the top of her head, that is until she stands up. Our gaze briefly catches and she smiles, biting her lip as she steps out into the aisle and makes her way down the plane toward the restrooms. I wait until the lavatory door closes and then I get up and head in the same direction.
Hiding around the corner, I wait for her to exit. When she does, I grab her wrist and pull her into me. She lets out a squeal but I cover her mouth with mine and swallow her sounds. She’s frozen for a few seconds and then she’s kissing me back when she realizes it’s me. But all too quickly she pulls her lips from mine. “What the hell, Stefan?” she whisper-hisses.
“I’ve missed you,” I tell her.
“We’ve been in the air for like two hours.”
“And I haven’t kissed you since we left home.”
“Stefan,” she pleads. “We can’t.”
“Shall I push you back into the restroom and we can join the Mile High Club?”
“Oh My God, you’re incorrigible.”
Ignoring her, I stare into her baby blues. “I bet right now, if I slipped my hand inside your panties, I’d find you soaked.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” she replies. “But whatever the case, you’re not getting into my panties on the team plane?—”
“Game on at the hotel then.”
“You’re sharing with Sharpe,” she reminds me.
“But you have a single room, and I’d hate for you to be lonely and cold. New York is chilly this time of year.”
“Thank you for your concern but I have my flannel pj’s, and I’m pretty sure the hotel has heat. I think I’ll be fine.”
“But what if I’m lonely and cold and chilly?”
“Sharpe can keep you company, and if not, I’m sure a bunny would be willing.”
“I don’t want a bunny, I want you … and nice try trying to trap me there. I meant what I said, Wren, you’re it for me. If it was up to me, I’d grab that intercom there”—I point to the device next to her head—“and I’d shout it to the whole plane that you’re mine. And if I hear one more person comment on your ass or your tits, I’m going to junk punch them.”
“So violent,” she teases.
“Hello, hockey player, violence is my middle name.”
“I thought it was Maksym?”
“Not the point,” I snap while trying to hold back my smile. “Can you at least give me another kiss to tide me over?” I pause for emphasis and pout. “Please?”
“Well, when you pout like that it’s too adorable not to oblige.”
“I’m not adorable,” I huff.
“Shut up and kiss me, D?uchmen.”
“With fucking pleasure.”
Grabbing her cheeks in my palms, I press my lips to hers and push my tongue into her mouth. She slips hers into mine and then it’s game on. We attack each other’s mouths like our lives depend on it. We pull apart when the captain asks us to return to our seats because we’re about to hit some turbulence.
“Saved by the turbulence,” she mumbles against my lips.
“Mmmhmpf,” I mutter.
Reluctantly, I pull away. Staring at her, I take in her puffy lips and flushed cheeks and a feeling of pride takes over me. “After you,” I offer in a gentlemanly gesture but really, I just want to check her ass out because like my fellow teammates continually point out, Wren has a spectacular ass … If only they knew what her ass looks like up close and personal as my dick thrusts in and out of her from behind. Or how stunning it looks with a pink imprint of my hand, I wonder if I can convince her to let me fuck her ass? I make a mental note to see if I can get her to change her mind on the subject.
She drops into her seat just as we hit an air pocket. Taking the opportunity, I fall into the seat beside her. “Well, hello there,” I croon as I fasten my seat belt. “Guess I better stay here for safety.”
“Why do I feel like this was a setup?”
“Wren, I know I’m amazing but not even I can cause turbulence.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true, I remember it being bumpy and rocky just last night. Guess like then, I better hold on for safety.” And the minx that she is, she reaches over and grabs my junk, holding on for safety. I spend the rest of the flight with a hard cock, fighting the urge to fuck Wren in front of the team.