Chapter Twenty-One
ABBIE
I’m so fucking hot and bothered, I can hardly stand it.
I watched his game, and damn it, he was impressive.
From the first faceoff, he played fast, focused, and just a little reckless in that way that made my heart thud unevenly in my chest. He made an assist in the first period, threading a no-look pass through a mess of defenders like he had eyes in the back of his helmet.
The goal lit the place up. He took a hit in the second period, slammed into the boards so hard I actually stood up off the couch out of instinct, hand pressed over my mouth.
Thankfully, he got up like it was nothing, tossed a smirk toward the bench, and went right back in.
It was in the third that he really came alive. Jake picked off a pass at center ice and took off. He deked left, pulled the puck right, and slipped it clean under the goalie’s pad, winning the game.
His prowess on the ice, plus seeing him with Lilah earlier today…that was like catnip for my mom-brain.
Sitting in bed, I try to focus on the book I’m reading, but I can’t stop thinking about Jake and how hot he makes me, but also how guilty I feel for not telling him that Lilah is his.
When he was holding her today, wearing that fucking suit, it was almost too much for me to handle. He was so caring and adorable with her.
But I made a big mistake when I yelled at him about how he’s “not her father.” I’m still so angry at myself about that.
I don’t know. I’ve dug myself into this damn hole, and I don’t know how to pull myself out.
Now I’m sitting here, waiting for him to come home as if we’re an actual couple.
It’s all so messy, and I’m at a total loss of how to navigate it.
My thoughts are interrupted when I hear the apartment door open and close.
I know it’s Jake. The timing makes sense, and I recognize the sound of his footsteps. But my breath still tenses at the thought it could be the stalker. I don’t know if that nervousness will ever go away now.
Thankfully, it really is Jake. I drop my gaze to my book and pretend to be engrossed in it as he walks into the room.
“Hey there,” he greets me, and I look up to meet his eyes. Fuck, he’s wearing that suit again. “You’re still up.”
I nod, closing my book and setting it on my nightstand.
“Yeah, I am.” I hesitate a moment. “I watched your game.”
“Oh yeah?” He smirks, looking pleased by that. “What’d you think?”
“You were… damn good.” I smirk. “I liked watching you.”
“Oh yeah?” He loosens his tie and my heart beats like a drum in my chest.
Yeah. Your team has a solid defense.”
“True.” He chuckles, shrugging out of his suit coat before removing his tie completely.
“It was a tough one, though. Nashville has a killer center—one of the best in the league. He’s hard to contain.
” He starts to unbutton his shirt and I watch his fingers as they move.
As he reveals his toned, bare chest, I squeeze my thighs together under the blankets.
“If his left and right wings were at his level, they’d be unstoppable… ”
He trails off when he looks at me, and too late, I realize I’m staring at him while biting my lower lip. He grins, and it’s devilish.
“What’s on your mind?” he asks in a rumbling voice.
Swallowing, I jerk my gaze away from him and shrug, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Nothing,” I lie. “I just was… lost in thought.”
He chuckles. “Nice try, but you forget that I know exactly what your ‘fuck me’ face looks like.”
Looking back at him, I feel entranced. My whole body is warm and there’s a throbbing between my legs that I can’t ignore.
“You played really well tonight,” I tell him, breathless.
Smirking, he moves to my side of the bed until he’s standing next to me.
Gazing down at me, he asks, “Do I get a reward for doing so well?”
His husky tone makes me shiver, but I give him a teasing grin.
“If you want a reward, you’ll have to take it.”
“That so?” He reaches down and takes hold of my hair, yanking my head back. Leaning down until his lips are a breath from mine, he murmurs, “You gonna make me work for it?”
A gasp escapes my lips. “Yeah, I am.”
“Fucking tease.”
He kisses me then. Hard. It’s hungry and demanding and I whimper as he moves his lips over mine, commanding my submission.
I let him drag me to the edge of the bed and then gaze up at him when he straightens. Eyes locked with mine, he undoes his belt buckle, his movements slow and deliberate. He’s drawing this out, making it very clear who’s in control at this moment.
When he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, I lose my breath. Fuck, he’s so big and thick. I press my thighs together thinking about how he stretches me when he’s inside my pussy. He wraps his hand around the base of his shaft and cups the back of my head.
“Open that pretty little mouth,” he orders.
I lick my lips before parting them. With a low growl, he slips his cock into my mouth. I moan and he goes deeper, nearly reaching my throat and making me gag. Precum leaks out of the tip, the salty taste nearly making me feral.
“Use your tongue, baby.”
I press it to the underside of his shaft and drag it from side to side. He moans, and the sound makes me pulse between my legs.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls. “That’s good. Just like that.”
He begins to slowly pump his hips, sliding himself in and out of my mouth.
He goes nice and slow at first, but I don’t want him to go slow.
I dig my nails into the back of his thighs and take him all the way to my throat.
When he feels me swallowing around him, he lets out a harsh breath and moves faster, harder.
I gag, but that doesn’t stop either of us.
I love the taste of him. The feel of his hands guiding me as he moves in and out of my mouth.
Knowing how strong he is, yet how careful he is to keep it in check for me.
I’m so turned on, I slip a hand down the front of my shorts to touch myself.
“Are you wet?” he asks through gritted teeth. “Are you soaking your fingers, beautiful?”
I can only hum as I nod, which makes him groan.
“Oh, fuck! That’s perfect!”
He moves his hand down and grabs my shirt, yanking it up and exposing my breasts. As I continue to lick and suck him, he fondles my breasts and tweaks my nipples with his fingers. I squirm, but I can’t get away from him—not that I want to.
Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth. I whimper in protest, but he smirks down at me, his breathing heavy.
“I’m dangerously close to coming in your mouth,” he tells me in a rough voice. “And as hot as that idea is, I need to know just how wet you really are.”
Reaching down, he grabs me around my waist and pushes me back onto the bed.
Before I can get my bearings, he’s yanking my shorts and panties down my legs and tossing them to the side.
Then, holding my gaze, he shrugs out of his shirt and shoves his pants off.
Naked, he crawls onto the bed, reminding me of a predator stalking his prey.
Grabbing my ankle, he pulls me under him and presses my legs apart.
“Mmmm, look at that.” He looks down at my glistening flesh, his gaze ravenous. “You’re soaked.”
I can feel a blush spreading over my cheeks. “Are you going to just keep staring at it or do something with it?”
His eyes flash up to mine. “You want me to do something, hmm? All right, I’ll do something.”
Lowering his head, he swipes his tongue along my folds and I throw back my head with a cry. God, how is he so good at this? He licks and kisses me forcefully, pinning my legs down so I can’t get away. Again, not that I’d want to.
Soon, I want more. I want him inside me, stretching me and filling me up until I can’t think straight anymore.
“Jake,” I moan. “I need you…”
“Not yet,” he chuckles. “Not until you come for me.”
He slips his finger inside me. Making a “come hither” motion, he hits that special spot, and I lose my mind. I arch my back and claw at the bedding as pleasure crashes through me.
“That’s a good girl.” He lifts his head and smiles as he moves up my body. When he kisses me again, I taste myself. As he slips his tongue into my mouth, he lines his length up with my entrance and pushes into me in one motion.
I scream, but he muffles the sound with his lips and begins pumping his hips, sliding in and out of me.
“You’re so tight,” he growls. “You feel so good. Warm and wet… perfect. Like you were made for me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he pounds into me hard and fast. It’s overwhelming… incredible… mind-numbing. My body is not my own anymore. It’s his. All of me belongs to him.
“Jake,” I whimper, but I don’t know what to say other than his name. My brain has short-circuited.
“Are you going to come for me again?” I love the gravelly tone his voice has taken on. “Are you going to be a good girl and come all over me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, squeezing my arms tighter around him. “I’m going to come… I’m going to…”
He cups my jaw and pins my head back. I shudder, loving the feel of his big hand holding me down.
“Do it,” he snarls. “Come for me like a good girl.”
As if my body was just waiting for his permission, I explode. My body seizes around him, shuddering and moaning as my orgasm rips through me. Jake tenses over me and lets out a harsh roar as he comes as well. His muscles tense under my hands and I feel him pulsing deep inside me.
I don’t know how much time passes before I come down from my release. With a groan, Jake carefully pulls out of me and slumps to the bed next to me, careful not to crush me beneath him.
We lie side-by-side, catching our breaths before he chuckles.
“Hell of a reward.” He turns his head to grin at me. “I’m going to be so motivated to kick ass at my next game.”
I can’t help but laugh as I roll to my side and curl up against him.
“Oh, good.” I giggle. “Whatever I can do for the team.”
Grunting, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me tighter against him.
“Fuck the team,” he growls. “You’re mine. Only mine.”
The vehemence in his words sends warmth coursing through me and I duck my head to hide my grin.
“All right,” I breathe. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
But as I close my eyes, I have to fight hard against the tears in my eyes. I don’t want to be his just in the heat of the moment anymore. I want to be his one and only — his, forever.