43. Wren
43
WREN
Stretching out my legs, I stare at the back of the chair in front of me while I wait for Stefan to be released and let out a sigh. It’s nearing lunchtime and I’m still waiting. In hindsight, I should have gone back to sleep and made him wait.
This is NOT how I pictured this trip going.
After what happened on the plane, I was looking forward to a sexy night between the sheets with Stefan. After a game he’s always ready and roaring. After the defeating loss to the Crushers, I was hoping to make him feel better … instead he shredded me like the Crushers shredded them on the ice.
The door opens but it’s not Stefan walking out, it’s Kallen Jones. He walks over to David Maxwell, the coach of the Crushers and his girlfriend’s father. Kallen looks sheepish and ashamed as David ushers him out. Before he exits the precinct, he looks to me and nods.
This morning while waiting, he and I put our heads together and have come up with a plan to deal with the rivalry between Kallen and Stefan once and for all. I’m sure they’re both going to whine like little bitches, but enough is enough.
A few moments later, Stefan emerges. He’s sporting a black eye and a split lip. “Hey,” he hesitantly utters when he walks over to me.
“Hey,” I reply, the urge to hug him is strong but I need to keep my hands to myself. I do, however, tell him what I’m feeling. “As much as I want to give you another black eye to match your current one, I also really want to hug you.”
“You do?”
“Yes, you may have acted like a douche yesterday but deep down, I still kinda like you. Now, let’s get back to the hotel so I can hug you.”
“Okay.” He nods and we exit the building while I order us a car. “Ummm, how are we getting back since the team jet left thirty minutes ago?”
“You bought us first class tickets on a United flight leaving first thing tomorrow morning.” He nods but doesn’t say anything. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be out but I guess I can call the airline and change to a flight tonight.
“Or we can have a night together here, and I can make it up to you.”
“Or we can do that,” I agree with a smile.
He reaches out and grabs my hand. A spark jolts between us and I look at our hands then I lift my gaze to his face. “I’m really sorry, Wren, I fucked up in so many ways last night, and I took my issues out on you. You didn’t deserve that. I wish I could go back in time and do it all over again.”
“What would you do differently?”
“Rather than telling Kal that you’re just my handler, I’d tell him I’m puck over stick in love with the most amazing woman in the world.”
“Stefan,” I whisper his name.
“I mean it, Wren. You’re the most amazing part of my life. I just wish I saw what was right in front of me sooner. I want to shout from the rooftop how amazing the woman I love is?—”
“But—”
He presses his finger to my lips. “But I know you want to keep us a secret and as much as that pains me, I’d do anything for you, Wren.”
“Guess now’s the time to let you know that you and Jones have been benched for three games. His coach, myself, and Leif feel that’s punishment enough. You will each also be fined ten grand and at the upcoming Christmas charity day for underprivileged kids, you and Jones will be required to give a talk on team bonding and how to deal with big personalities.”
“For fuck’s sake,” he hisses, but I ignore his outburst and continue.
“And so the two of you don’t go all WWF again, I’ve arranged for a few teammates each to accompany you both. I will also be there as a buffer to keep the two of you in line. The three of us feel it’s time you two learned to play nice together.”
“I just want you there,” he says. “With you by my side, I can conquer anything.” I find myself nodding and feeling all gooey inside that he wants, no needs, me.
“I’d be there regardless but it’s nice to be wanted.”
“I want you more than you know and I will do anything to make you happy … even do a presentation with my mortal enemy.”
“That’s going a bit far, isn’t it?”
“No,” he hisses. “I fucking hate him.”
“Why do you hate him so much? Are…” I hesitate to ask my next question.
“Are what?
“Are you still in love with Chelsea?”
“No,” he quickly refutes. “I fell out of love with Chelsea long before we ended. I should have manned up and dumped her but instead, I?—”
“Was a douche?”
“Yeah.” He nods and chuckles. “And for what it’s worth, what I felt for her is nothing compared to how I feel for you. It’s funny, sitting in my cell, all I could think about was how I disappointed you. Coach’s wrath means nothing to me; I’ll accept the bag skates and move on. But the thought of you walking away, that was something I couldn’t bear.”
Our car arrives and takes us back to the hotel. Silently we head up to our room, I let us in and enter first. When the door closes behind Stefan, the click of the lock engaging echoes around the room. Turning around, I gasp when I realize Stefan is right there.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hi, yourself,” he replies and before I can say anything else, he covers my mouth with his and kisses me. His tongue licks into mine and I moan into his kiss. Draping my arms over his shoulders, I pull him into me, deepening our connection.
He walks me backward and my back collides with the wall causing the frame next to my head to rattle. Reaching behind his neck, he grabs my wrists, lifts my arms, and presses them into the wall. Covering both my wrists with one of his hands, he slides his palm down my arm. His fingertips gently graze over my neck causing goosebumps to appear. His hand travels lower, over my chest and he cups my boob. Squeezing, he caresses my mound. Pulling my shirt and bra down, his fingertips trace over my nipple and I moan into the kiss. Tugging on my nipple, I grind myself into his growing erection, but the moment is interrupted when my phone rings from within my pocket. Ignoring it, I lift my leg and hook it around his hip. It stops, only to immediately start ringing again.
“You gonna get that?” Stefan asks against my lips.
“Nope,” I reply, letting the ‘p’ pop.
“Good,” he agrees. “Keep your hands up,” he demands, and then, with a force I didn’t know he could possess, he tears my shirt down the center, leans down, takes my nipple into his mouth, and sucks.
“Ohhh God,” I pant.
“It’s Stefan,” he cheekily says, “but you can call me anything you want when you let me do this to your tits.” He pulls down the other cup, licks across the valley of my breasts, and kisses my breast.
My phone rings again. He slips his hand into my pocket and pulls it out.
Jaxson’s name flashes on the screen. “Answer it,” he commands but I shake my head. I need to compose myself before I talk to my boss but I should have known better, Stefan answers for me and puts it on speaker. “Jaxson, my man?—”
“Why are you answering Wren’s phone?”
“She’s a little tied up right now.” He chuckles and my eyes widen. “How you doing?”
“How am I doing?” he growls. “I’ll tell you how I’m doing. I’m kind of pissed off right now,” he snaps. “My client who I thought was behaving himself got into a bar fight last night and was subsequently?—”
“It was just a little scuffle,” Stefan nonchalantly interrupts, sliding slides his hand down my abdomen.
“Yeah, a little scuffle that resulted in an arrest,” Jaxson snaps at Stefan. He’s still pissed it seems. When I called him this morning to give him an update, he used some colorful language to express his anger.
With extraordinary dexterity, Stefan manages to pop open the button on my jeans with one hand, lower the zipper, and slip his hand beneath my panties. “Stefan,” I mouth, but he just grins and slides his finger down my folds and presses inside me. Biting my lip, I try to stifle my moan as I keep my arms up like Stefan demanded.
“No charges were filed, Jax, because Wren and someone from the Crushers got the charges dropped.”
“How you keep getting away with shit, I will never know.”
“It’s because Wren is amazing at her job,” Stefan defends me and when I stare at him, I realize he really means it. He winks and then presses a second finger into me. I have to bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
“How she hasn’t stabbed you in your sleep yet is beyond me.”
“I’m stabbing her with my fingers right now,” he whispers into my ear before biting my earlobe.
“She there?” Jaxson asks.
“Yeah, I’ll just get her for you.” Pause. “Wren, phone, it’s Jaxson.”
“I’m coming,” I call out and I mean it in both senses right now.
Somehow, I manage to stifle my moans as I come hard all over Stefan’s fingers. Stefan is grinning like a fucking carnival clown … and me? I’m mortified I just orgasmed while my boss is on the phone, on speaker no less.
“Jaxson,” I breathlessly say his name.
“You sound wheezy, are you coming down with something?”
“No, I’m fine,” I tell him. “What’s up?”
“Just checking in to see how it all went this morning?”
“Fine. Stefan is now under my watchful eye, and we will not be leaving this room until it’s time to leave for the airport tomorrow.”
While I’m speaking with Jaxson, Stefan begins to strip his clothes off. It’s like my very own Magic Mike show but instead of “Pony” by Ginuwine playing, it’s my boss going off to the fact that my client is a degenerate, and then he’s praising me for being a saint for sticking by him.
Stefan is now gloriously naked, and he’s fisting his giant dick. Why is it so hot watching a guy pleasure himself?
Finally, I hang up from Jaxson, not really sure what I agreed to, but I do as we told him. Stefan and I do not leave the hotel room until it’s time to head to the airport the next morning. And for these twelve hours, we christen every surface in the room … some of them twice.