Chapter 15 Murphy
MURPHY
When there was a quiet knock at his door over an hour after they'd all returned to the hotel, Murphy never expected to see Hillary on the other side. He also never expected her to come into his room. But he truly never expected her to cry.
He didn’t know how many people were lucky enough to see the vulnerable side of Hillary Lawson, but he was grateful to be one of them.
She walked over to him where he sat on the bed and ran her hands through his hair. Then, she claimed his lips in a kiss , and his heart had damn near stopped in his chest.
"Are you sure?" he made himself stop to ask. He wouldn’t take advantage of her, but he knew sometimes it was a welcome distraction. So he was doing this for her benefit, right?
She'd been so distant since the start of the season, it was easy to believe this part of their relationship was over, but on some level, he knew it wasn’t.
But when she nodded and pulled him in for another kiss, he was done for.
He gripped her luscious ass and pulled her close to him. God, he'd missed this. Her tongue swept into his mouth in a claiming kiss. He was more than happy to be claimed by one of the strongest women he'd ever known.
The next thing he knew, they were helping each other out of their clothes. By the time she was down to her bra and panties, he slowed her hands that had reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. He needed this to slow down. He wanted to savor every moment with her.
He stopped and took in her satin black bra and matching underwear. She looked good enough to eat, and he intended to.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with annoyance, not a hint of self-consciousness.
"I just wanted to look at you," he said as he raised his hand to cup her breast.
Murphy had large hands, but even with that, her large breasts spilled out of his grasp.
Then he reached behind her back and easily undid the clasp with one fluid movement.
Then it was like things sped back up, they were falling onto the bed, losing the last few items of clothing either of them was wearing.
He turned her, pinning her to the mattress.
She looked up into his eyes with an almost surprised look on her face before reaching up and cupping his jaw with both hands, pulling him back down for another kiss.
His long, lean, muscular body was laid out over her softness. He could get lost in this feeling.
Then he kissed down the column of her throat while his hands roamed her body. His kisses trailed lower until his mouth closed over her nipple, and she moaned. It felt like it'd been forever since he'd heard one of her delectable moans. He needed more.
His kisses traveled lower to the mound of her belly before he found himself kneeling between her legs.
It pushed her legs wide. The sight of her soft, open, and wanting was just about enough to make him come without even a touch.
This woman drove him mad. He traced a finger down her seam while she squirmed. He was going to drive her mad as well.
"Fuck. Hillary, you're so beautiful."
He looked up at her, half expecting a smart ass remark or to be told to get on with it, but he found something else entirely. She was looking up at him with a soft, heated gaze. She was vulnerable, and it was everything.
He pushed in a finger and found her already dripping. He couldn't help the satisfied smirk that flashed across his face. "You're so wet." Her body writhed at his slightest touch. "Wet and Needy."
"Please just fuck me already," she said.
"There's my insistent girl," he said, grinning up at her.
She tried to work her hips so that her clit was rubbing over his fingers. He pulled his hand away and tisked, "Patience, beautiful. I'm taking my time."
She gave a small huff in annoyance until he dropped his head and gave her a slow, indulgent lick.
"Oh my god," she gasped as her back bowed off the bed.
She was wound up tight, he could tell. She needed this release, and he was going to make it good for her. He'd eaten this pussy enough times by now to know just what she liked.
After a couple more slow, indulgent licks, he let his tongue flick over her clit. Her hand gripped his hair as she began to grind on his face. God, he loved making this woman putty on his tongue. He slipped a finger inside of her before adding another, searching for the spot.
"Fuck, Murphy," she cried out as he found it.
He covered her mouth with his other hand. As much as he wanted to hear her scream his name, Sven Olssen was on the other side of this wall, and he didn’t want him to hear those screams.
Her hand pulled his hair as her thighs squeezed around his head. Then her teeth clamped down on his hand, and her body went rigid before an orgasm took her. He continued to work her through each wave of pleasure until her legs fell open, relaxing as it ended.
He sat up and looked at her. She looked like a goddess splayed out before him, her dark hair in a halo around her, her cheeks flushed, her pussy glistening, and her taste still on his lips. Yeah, it didn't get any better than this.
That is what he thought, until her eyes met his and she reached for him. He was putty in this woman's hands, and they both knew it.
"Muprhy, please, I want to ride you."
"Okay," he said, standing only to remember. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”
"It’s okay. I’m on birth control."
"I haven’t been with anyone but you since I’ve been tested," he said as his breath hitched as she stroked his length.
"Get on the bed," she said.
And he did just that. Then she climbed over him and reached down and lined him up with her core.
"Fuck," he groaned as she lowered herself down his length until he was sheathed fully inside of her.
"You feel so fucking good," she ground down as he squeezed her ass.
She started to ride him. The sight of this powerful woman over him, taking what she needed, was intoxicating. Then with one hand she pinched her nipple, and with the other she slipped it down and started rubbing her clit.
"That's right, baby," he said as she massaged her ass as she continued to ride him. "You look too fucking pretty taking my cock."
She looked down at him, and a look on her face that he wasn't quite sure about flashed over it. Next thing he knew, her hands were on his chest and running up into his hair as her mouth claimed him.
"I need you," she said against his mouth.
Murphy was fairly certain this powerful woman didn't need anyone, but he would do whatever she needed.
He kept a hold of her ass and flipped them.
She opened her mouth as another loud moan escaped.
He silenced her with a kiss as her pussy clamped down around his cock in a climax, and he followed her right over the edge.
For a long moment, they lay there, connected and panting. He peppered kisses on her chest and neck, wishing it could always be just like this.
Finally, he managed to pull out of her collapsing back into bed with her. To his pleasant surprise, she came right to him and cuddled into his side.
"Thank you," she said, barely loud enough for him to hear.
"Ummm, I think I should be thanking you. That was incredible," he said as he tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
"It was, but I mean about before. I can't believe I showed up at your door crying," she said as she hid her face in his chest.
"Hey, now," he said as he ran his hand through her hair. "Despite what everyone seems to think, you’re not a machine. You’re a person with feelings. I'm here for you anytime, you know that, right?"
She nodded without moving her face from hiding in her chest.
"Do you need to talk about it?" he asked as he stroked her back.
"I mean, there's not much to talk about. My family is complicated."
He nodded. "Most of them are."
"Yeah, they tried to change me for years, but I made it pretty apparent early on that I had no interest in playing their games. Sadly, it meant all the energy got funneled right into my little sister."
"Sydney?" he asked.
She nodded. "Yeah, how they can not be disgustingly proud of her, I don't understand, but they make her feel like a bad daughter all the time. I can just let it go, but she never could."
"I'm sure it still hurts, though," he said.
She took a breath and looked at him with a confused expression before slowly nodding. "Yeah, it does. But I guess I'm just able to see it as a ‘them problem’ more than Sydney can."
"And you said your grandma is in the hospital? Is she okay?"
"I'm sure she'll be fine. They are probably just using it as a way to manipulate Sydney since she didn't come home for her birthday."
"That sucks."
She looked up at him and smiled a real smile for the first time that night. "It really does."
He kissed her forehead and continued to stroke her back.
"You're awfully wise for someone your age," she said.
"Age is just a number. It's not something to get hung up on."
"Easy for you to say."
"What do you mean?" he asked carefully.
While they had never outright discussed the age difference between them, she had definitely hinted at it before.
"You just aren't what I've come to expect from young hockey players."
"We aren't all the same."
"I know," she said quickly, looking into his eyes. "I just meant that . . . I don't know. You're so easy to talk to, and you listen. Most men my age are still shitty at that."
He ran his hand through her hair. This was a problem he couldn't fix, and if this ever was going to go anywhere, she would need to get over it.
"Is that why you never let yourself think this could be anything besides hooking up?" The sincerity was evident in his voice, and the breath she took before answering told him her response would be the same.
"It's not the only reason, but yeah, it's a big one."
"What if I want this to be more?"
"Murphy . . . " she said carefully.
He kissed her forehead again. "I don't want an answer tonight, your mind is all over the place. I just want you to know I'm open to this being something real. No. Open isn't the right word. I want this to be something real."
She bit her lip and nodded.
"But if that is something you don't want, then I'm good with this too," he said before smacking her ass, trying to lighten the mood.
They were interrupted by the moans coming from the other side of the wall.
"Is that . . . ?" she asked, looking up at him tentatively.
"Sven."
And with that, they both laughed.
"I should probably get back to my room. Can you imagine if anyone caught me here in the morning?"
"It wouldn’t be so bad," he said as he handed her some of her clothes.
As she got dressed, he stood and slipped on his athletic shorts. Once she was dressed, he walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She slid her arms around his waist and reached up to kiss him.
"Good night, Murphy."
"Good night, Boss."