Chapter 26 #2
I smile, my forehead resting against hers. “There’s my girl. Now stop fighting and let me take care of you for a minute.”
When she doesn’t argue, I lick into her mouth. She moans, wrapping her arms around my neck. And for the first time in years, I feel like I’m home.
“I need,” she pants against my mouth, her hands traveling down my chest to my belt.
“Slow down, baby.”
She pulls her head back, taking that delicious mouth away from me. “No, I need you.” Those brown eyes of hers hold mine. “Please, JJ. It’s been too long.”
It’s been an eternity since I had her, and I’m not strong enough to say no. Not when this is all I’ve ever wanted. So when she reaches for my belt again, I don’t stop her. Instead, I match her enthusiasm, tugging her leather pants down.
“Shit,” she hisses as she wraps her hand around my hard cock.
I suck air between my teeth. Nothing has felt as good as this simple touch in years.
“I forgot,” she mumbles, stroking once, twice.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Do not fucking come, JJ. Hold it the fuck together.
“Adeline,” I grunt.
“I forgot how big, and—holy fuck.”
I slide my middle finger inside her, all the way to my knuckle.
“You’re…” She drops her head back against the door.
“Pierced,” I finish for her. Then I take her mouth, relishing the way she strangles my finger with her tight pussy.
“Remember how good it feels, mon trésor? How many times you came all over it. It’ll be even better with the piercing.
You gonna do that for me now, Adeline? You gonna come again and again?
” I roll my thumb over her clit and curl my finger inside her.
With a cry, she detonates. It’s the most beautiful sound. And her expression, pure pleasure, is my undoing.
“That’s my girl,” I murmur.
“Fuck me,” she begs against my lips.
My already racing heart thunders in my ears. “Are you sure?”
She grips my cheeks, looking me in the eye. “Now is not the time to pull back. I need that cock inside me. Please.”
I chuckle. “Bend over, Angles.”
Without hesitation, she spins and pops her fantastic ass out. With a single stroke, I notch myself at her entrance. I lean over her, press my mouth to her ear, and admit, “I fucking missed you.” Then I thrust deep inside her.
“Holy shit,” she whimpers.
I don’t go slow and I can’t stifle the groans escaping me. It’s been too long and she feels too goddamn good. I fuck her for the years we missed out on. I fuck her for all the times she ignored me. For the moments when I thought I hated her.
But mostly, I fuck her like I love her. Because I do.
Because over the last four years, no matter the time or the place, had Adeline Langfield shown an ounce of interest, I would have had her bent over like this.
I would have been inside her. Beside her.
Spending my life with her. And now, finally, I can.
“I’m going to come,” she cries.
I wrap my arm around her throat and press myself against her back, my heart beating wildly and her pussy spasming, pulling my own orgasm from deep within me.
I’m still breathless, panting, when a knock rattles the door.
“Shit,” Adeline whispers.
“Shh.” I grip her upper arms and spin so I’m standing between her and the door.
“Um, guys…”
Her eyes widen as my stomach sinks.
“If that’s you in there,” Aiden says, “just, um, your dads are getting anxious. I said I’d come check on you, JJ, but you weren’t in the bathroom and—”
“Um—” I start.
“Don’t. Don’t make a sound,” he rushes out, panicked. “I don’t want to know if Addie’s in there with you because then I’d have to lie. I’m terrible at lying. But maybe just come back to the table.”
He’s falls silent.
I listen for his footsteps but can barely hear over the blood rushing in my ears.
When I think he’s gone, I tuck myself back into my pants, only to startle when he yells again. “Soon. Please.”
Addie drops her head to my chest. “Holy fuck,” she whispers.
“It’s okay.” I squeeze her upper arms. “I’ll talk to him.”
“No.” She snaps up straight, her face a mask of anger. “There’s nothing to talk about. This—this didn’t happen.”
Dread swirls inside me. “Adeline—”
She shakes her head, yanking up her pants.
“Oh my god, how could we have done this? I have a date out there. A very lovely man who’s funny and has said nice things about me and you—you’re…
nope.” She straightens her top and fluffs her hair.
“He’s going to know. Oh my god, my dad is going to know I fucked a married man. ”
“Adeline—”
“And I’m your coach. Dammit. Now I’m just another cliché—”
“Adeline.”
“Stop saying my name,” she begs. “This is my career, JJ. Maybe this isn’t a big deal for you, but for me…this is my career,” she whispers, desperate. “It’s hard enough being taken seriously as a woman in sports without a scandal. The NHL was my dream. Please, JJ. Please just…let it go. Let me go.”
My heart thrashes wildly. I want to fight her on this. She’s still dripping with my cum and she’s about to run out and give up on us.
But I can’t argue with a damn thing she’s saying. Like hell would I ever let her give up her career for me.
So I cup her cheek and lean in, brushing my lips against hers. “I’m going to figure this out for us. I’m letting you go right now, but make no mistake, I’m not letting you go.”
I press my mouth to hers and soak in the feel of her, knowing it will have to last me for a while.
“We’ll see about that,” she murmurs, turning for the door.
And then she’s gone.
Again.