Chapter 43 #2
Maxim shrugs, and Royal and Jarred nod, so we say our goodbyes, and when they go left, we go right, heading back to the hotel.
Beside me, JJ’s movements are stiff. He so badly wants to ask what I pierced, but knowing him, he doesn’t want to say anything in front of Brayden.
“Are you excited to get back home?” I ask Bray when I can’t stand the silence anymore.
He shrugs. “Doesn’t really matter to me where I am. Home, here. Either way, I’m playing hockey and that’s all that I really care about.”
“But you like the tattoo thing?” I hedge.
He nods. He’s got a baseball cap pulled low on his head.
Even though he’s been playing pro for more than a decade, he hasn’t quite adjusted to the fanfare that comes with a career like ours.
I barely notice the press because I grew up surrounded by the media and attention the Langfields attract.
JJ’s almost had it worse. While my dad is well-known in Boston, JJ’s mom’s name is known worldwide.
She’s the biggest fashion icon of the last, like, four generations.
Our fame has nothing on that of our parents.
But Bray didn’t grow up in the circus the way we did.
“You think that’s what you’ll do when you retire?”
He whips his head to the side, glowering. “I don’t want to think about that.”
JJ snorts. “Hockey is Bray’s entire life.”
“And it isn’t yours?” his best friend scoffs.
JJ’s eyes catch mine in the moonlight and he smiles. “No. Not anymore.”
My stomach flips and my heart rate picks up a little at the implication there.
We’re silent for the rest of the walk, each one of us preoccupied with our own thoughts.
Bray gets off the elevator a floor below us, and the moment the doors slide shut, JJ turns on me, caging me in against the wall. “What did you get pierced?”
I grin up at him. “Two truths and a lie.”
His eyes fall shut but his lips twitch in amusement. “Fine.”
“I could have lived a very well-adjusted life never knowing that Maxim Lube’s cock is pierced.”
Reeling back, JJ practically combusts with laughter.
I shrug. “Is good piercing,” I say, trying my best at Maxim’s accent.
“That’s definitely a truth.”
My eyes dance. “You can see my piercing right now if you look close enough.”
His eyes dip to my breasts.
I fold my lips together to keep from laughing.
“What’s the last one?”
“I already have a tattoo.”
He chuckles. “Now that’s the lie.”
“Oh, you think you know all my secrets, Hanson?”
He hovers close again, his lips brushing against mine. “No, but I know every inch of this body, Adeline, or at least I did up until an hour ago.” He nips my lip.
I stick my tongue out, defiant, and the bastard sucks it into his mouth, pulling a whimper from me.
The elevator dings and I push him back.
He stumbles and groans as he holds the door open for me. “Jeez.”
“We could get caught,” I whisper as I pass him. There’s something thrilling about that.
Not that I actually want to get caught. But the sneaking around, just for the moment, feels hot.
I glance over my shoulder to make sure he’s following me and find his eyes filled with heat. “Then I guess we’ll have to be careful. Gavin’s room is next to mine. We should go to yours.”
My eyes dance. “Ryan’s room is next to mine. Do you think you can be quiet, Hanson?”
He catches up to me, and with his front pressed to my back, he leans down and murmurs in my ear. “If you think there’s a world in which I’ll ever let Ryan Fucking Hobbs know how you sound when you come, you’ve lost the fucking plot, Adeline.”
A shutter rocks through my body at the feel of his hot breath against my neck, and I lean back against his chest as I hand him my key card, allowing him to open the door and guide me inside. The second the door shuts, he’s on me, spinning me around and scanning my body. “Where is it?”
I laugh. “You’re going to have to find it.”
He tugs at the tie around his neck and drags it from his collar, then wraps it around his fist as he stalks toward me. “Lose the top.”
Chin held high, smirk in place, I lift my blouse over my head and toss it at him.
He snatches it with one hand and pulls it to his nose, inhaling, his attention still on me. “Bra too.”
I shrug. “Whatever you say, JJ.”
I snap the back of my bra and let it fall to the ground.
A sigh escapes him, his eyes roving all over me.
I look down at my unpierced nipples, then grin at him. “Disappointed?”
He bites his fist. “With you? Never.”
Then his gaze drops to my pants. “Show me.”
Biting back a smile, I push down my pants, making sure to kick them toward him when I’m done. “Is that what you wanted?”
“Adeline,” he warns, damn close to losing his patience.
I dig my thumbs into my panties, toying with the black lace. “Is this what you want?”
Jaw hard, he grunts. I take pity on him and shimmy my panties down slowly. I can’t help but to tease him even when I’m obeying.
His eyes narrow like he’s searching for a sign he’s missed.
I slap a hand over my bare cunt. “On your knees.”
Without hesitation, he goes down, hitting the floor with a thud.
I’m giddy with power. Turned on over the control.
Those stunning blue eyes of his lift to mine. “Now what?”
I bite my lip, a thrill zipping up my spine. He’d do anything I ask right now. Anything at all.
“Crawl.”
His eyes flare for one singular moment, war raging there. He almost fights me on it. Almost. Instead, he drops his hands to the floor, and like a goddamn predator, he prowls to me.
Shit. Suddenly, I’m no longer in control. I’m the prey. And this man is going to eat me alive.
When he reaches my feet, he lifts his head, running his nose between my thighs. “Fuck, Addie baby. You smell incredible.”
I can barely breathe over my desire.
“See anything new?”
Sliding his tongue between my thighs, he parts my lips, searching. I moan and my hand falls to his head, my fingers digging into his hair. God, that feels good.
He hums against my sex and then sucks my clit into his mouth. “Nope. Tastes the same too.”
I grab his hair and pull, forcing him to look at me. “And how do I taste?”
He grins. “You taste like mine.”
He buries his face again, forcing my legs apart, then returns to licking and sucking until I’m a quivering mess. Until I get too loud, moaning his name. Then his hands are around my hips and his mouth is pressed to mine, swallowing all my sounds.
Without breaking away, he carries me to the bed. He drops me onto it, then quickly undresses. “You gotta be quiet, baby. Gotta promise me I’m the only one who gets your sounds.”
“Only you,” I vow.
He sucks in a breath and pauses like my words are grounding him. But then he’s on me, his weight settling over me. Then he presses inside me in one thrust.
My toes curl into the bed, searching for purchase as he steals my breath. “So good,” I mumble. “So fucking good.”
“Where’s the piercing, Adeline?” he rumbles as he lifts his chest up, still seated deep inside me but no longer pressed against my hot, needy skin. He scours the space between us, as if he somehow missed it before.
“Do you really think I’d get my tits pierced mid-season? Can you imagine the chaffing?”
He chuckles and pulls out, leaving just his tip inside me, and studies the place we’re joined. His abs ripple under the strain as he holds himself still. “Not your clit either,” he murmurs.
A surprised laugh escapes me. Did he really think I’d do that? Lips twitching, I pull my hair back. “I got my cartilage pierced. Jesus, Hanson.”
The man lights up as he studies the small silver triangle I picked out because it matches his tattoo. “I like it,” he mumbles.
“I like you.” I grip his ass cheeks and pull him against me now that he’s properly explored all the space between us.
“But I wouldn’t be opposed to any other piercings you might be interested in during the off season,” he says, thrusting deep.
I smile, moaning. “No?”
Looming over me, he ghosts his lips over mine. “No. Then again, I like everything about you, Adeline Langfield. Pierced, unpierced. Dressed, naked. On top of me, below me…”
“That’s good,” I say as I wrap a leg around him and flip us so I’m on top. “Because I’m not going anywhere. Now do you think you can be quiet so I can finally fucking come?”
When he lets out a loud laugh, I slap a hand over his mouth and then roll my hips, fucking him slowly and forcing him to take every orgasm without making a goddamn sound.
Yeah, this sneaking around thing might just be a little bit too much fun.