Chapter 23
Chelsea
Somewhere exciting turned out to be his bedroom.
Now ordinarily that would be extremely sexy in and of itself, but we were in his parents’ house. And the walls were still decorated as if a teenager lived there.
Complete with hero posters.
There were a dozen trophies and pictures of him in a hockey uniform from different ages.
With a groan, Cole snapped a frame down on the dresser. “My mother doesn’t throw anything away and when I’ve crashed here, I didn’t care about the aesthetics.”
“No, you don’t. I need to see all of you.”
When I reached for the picture in his hand, the closeness was electrifying. “All of me, huh?”
“Stop,” I purred, smacking him in the stomach and snatching the picture away. “This is so cute. You look like you’re about ready to take on the world.”
“I was thirteen and thought I was ready for the NHL.”
“Yeah, I bet you were. Now, you’re ready. I mean if you want it.”
He shrugged. “I do.”
After returning the frame, I noticed a magazine on the desk, folded over so an article with a color picture was presented. “What’s this?”
He came up behind me as I was looking. “That was the first summer camp I taught when I was twenty.”
“What happened to your arm?”
“An almost career-ending injury. The doctors were shocked I gained full use of it back.”
Shifting, I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. “What happened?”
“We’ll just say a fight and leave it at that.”
“How did you heal?”
Now he seemed uncomfortable, studying the picture instead of answering.
“Because you’re a shifter.”
His deep breath was telling. “Yep. The existence of shifters had just been revealed. I’d had an offer from another AHL team and my chances were crushed by the injury, but if I’d healed, questions would have been asked and being one hundred percent wouldn’t have mattered to them.
They would have figured out the reason I healed and trust me, no one wanted a shifter on their team at that point.
Most still don’t. So I laid low, continued in college, and coached in summer camps.
I learned a lot from those kids. I really did.
Including humility. I also had a chance to work more closely with my dad at the sawmill. ”
“You don’t want him to sell.”
He shook his head. “No. At least not to some big tech company with no heart. You don’t know how hard my parents worked to get the mill up and running. Plus, they plant trees. For every tree that’s cut down, they plant three. That’s why the area is so lush.”
“It’s your home, somewhere you can run free as your wolf. All of you. That’s the last time you shifted. Right? So you could heal from the injury.”
“You would be correct. See, you do know me.”
“Not nearly enough.”
“Then I guess we need to fix that.”
When I touched his face, lightly brushing my fingers across his stubbled cheek, I could feel the tension and resentment in him. “You’re very talented, Cole. I know your parents want you to be happy and if that means sacrificing more, then they will.”
“I feel like I owe them everything.”
“Which is why you work so hard to prove yourself.”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Are you playing psychiatrist now? As my mother said and her word is law: No business.”
With my other hand, I saluted. “Yes, sir.”
“Oh, I like it when you call me sir.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.” I backed away, scanning the rest of the room. Where my childhood bedroom at the house in LA had been turned into a library, his had been left so both he and his children could enjoy the memories. How special. Something caught my eye and I burst into laughter.
“What?”
“Oh, my God. You do not have a poster of Bruce Willis on your wall.”
Cole seemed mortified, his mouth dropping open. “I am going to kill my sister.” Before he had a chance to tear it down, I grabbed his arm. The electricity was even stronger than before.
With a slight but definite growl, he pushed me onto the bed.
“Stay right there or else.” He crawled off, backing toward the door. When he locked it, I lifted my head.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
“My room. My rules.”
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Do you really need me to answer that for you?” Instead of crawling on top, he laid down on the bed with his arms behind his head. The glint in his eyes allowed me to know exactly what he wanted. For me to ride him like a wild horse.
Only I had something else in mind, the very sinful thing I’d hungered to do for well over twenty-four hours.
I straddled him but without removing a single piece of clothing. When I leaned over, dragging my hair across his face and chest, he skipped growling as usual, only offering a dark, mostly evil laugh.
“Be a very good boy and you shall be rewarded.” I raked one hand down his chest, kneading his muscles through his shirt.
“What exactly does that entail?”
“Remaining still and keeping your arms over your head.”
“What if I can’t?”
While taking a deep breath, I unfastened his belt, every few seconds darting my eyes toward him. “Then I’ll stop.”
As expected, he allowed a single growl. If he thought that he was going to scare me or convince me to change my mind, he was dead wrong. “One tough girl.”
I jerked the belt free, laughing as I did. “You should have figured that out.” His eyes never left me as I unfastened his jeans, teasing him just enough by taking my time unzipping and tugging on the material.
At least he was attempting to follow my rules for a change. He was already hard by the time I exposed his cock, my mouth watering almost instantly. I’d never been much into giving head, but with him, I’d been waiting for the right moment.
Maybe my choice of timing wasn’t the best, but I couldn’t help myself.
He was just that tempting. I rolled my pinky around his cockhead, enjoying how his entire body twitched.
His balls were already swollen and, unable to resist, I slipped my hand under them.
My short laugh brought a deep grumble from the powerful wolf.
Now I felt as if I could use the phrase and not experience heart palpitations.
Even more than ever, I craved seeing the furry beast living inside of him, but first things first. As soon as I squeezed his balls, he lifted his hips. I couldn’t ding him for the simple act. More reflex than anything.
I scooted down further so I could run my finger down the underside of his shaft, savoring the scent of him. All masculine musk, his aftershave offering a respite of sandalwood and sin. While I stroked him, rolling my hand up and down his dick, his breathing changed.
How could I not smile in seeing his reaction?
The moment was powerful, having his cock in my hand freeing. I lowered my head, noticing he was holding his breath. One swath of hot air across his testicles and every muscle in his body tensed. Almost instantly, I was rewarded with several drops of pre-cum.
This was highly enjoyable. When I darted my tongue across his slit, gathering the salty beads with my tongue, he closed his eyes. The way his jaw was clenching was exciting, my pussy aching, but this wasn’t about me. This was all about him.
For now.
The taste of him was fantastic, sweet yet salty just like the man. I pulled his cockhead into my mouth, sucking lightly at first before using my jaw muscles.
One eye opened and he almost lost his control, starting to pull one arm free. But he stopped just in the nick of time.
So he was rewarded with my taking another inch of his shaft into my mouth. I ran my tongue back and forth, pulling up and going back down several times. When I tugged his cock free, he gasped, both eyes flying open.
“Don’t worry. What did you tell me? I’m just getting started.” I raked my tongue down the underside, taking first one testicle into my mouth then the other. Even saltier and muskier, and my mouth salivated. Everything about the man was delicious.
I didn’t waste my time, sucking gently, but my needs were my top priority. Wait. That wasn’t right. With a slight giggle, I licked the side of his shaft along the vein before engulfing the tip. He was huge, filling my mouth and soon, my jaws were aching.
That wasn’t about to stop me. I took my time, relaxing my throat before taking him down an inch at a time. I was close to the base, very close although the finish was impossible. But he didn’t seem to mind, his chest rising and falling as I took my time sucking him.
As soon as I wrapped my hand around the base, I could tell the combination was perfect. Stroking while sucking. What could be better?
Even though I would love to be able to take as much time as I wanted, which meant driving him into a frenzy, I half expected we’d be interrupted at any time. So I made it my mission for him to come in my mouth.
Cole’s body began to twist back and forth as I developed a rhythm.
While he was doing everything in his power to be a good boy, I could see failure in his future.
With my rhythm increasing, so did his guttural sounds.
I was enjoying watching his facial expressions and how his entire face twisted out of frustration.
Within a few seconds, he was panting like a dog, bucking against my weight. That didn’t stop me. I was too far into the mood, my tongue never stopping even as saliva trickled from the corners of my mouth.
I knew the instant he was ready to explode, his face now beet red. I was about to give him credit for staying in position when he snapped his hand on top of my head. His fingers even dug into my scalp and the sounds he emitted were completely beastly.
You bet that fueled me on.
Even if he’d be given bad boy points later. I didn’t stop, twisting my hand as he tossed his head back and forth. I had no idea if I could handle all his cum, but I was determined to try.
His body started to jerk and he gritted his teeth to keep from shouting as he released into my mouth.