Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
AIDAN
Max
Good game tonight! Those two assists were great. I think I’m going to catch a flight up to Boston for Friday’s game. I don’t want to miss opening night.
Aidan
Thanks! But you don’t have to do that, it’ll be on TV.
Max
I know I don’t have to. I want to.
Istand outside her hotel room door waiting for her to answer, and my stomach is twisted in knots. I’m half terrified that one of my teammates is going to walk out of his room and see me here, and half excited at the thrill of sneaking around.
“We can’t keep doing this,” Morgan says as soon as I’ve stepped into her room and the door is shut behind me. She’s looking up at me with those big blue eyes that make me want to agree with anything she says. But I can’t agree with that.
I step toward her, and watch her step back. “Yes, we can.”
My arm shoots behind her and I plant my hand against the wall, halting her progress.
“Aidan, this is too risky. AJ told me tonight that they’re still not sure if they’re going to keep Natalie on as an intern, and if they don’t, she may not be able to graduate in May since this internship is a graduation requirement.
I tried to take the blame, telling her that I hadn’t talked to Natalie about the etiquette around having a relationship with a player, and if I had, this might not have happened. ”
“And what did AJ say about the whole not having a relationship with a player thing?” I’m particularly curious about her reaction given that she’s living with our captain.
“Obviously the relationship isn’t ideal, but that’s not the real problem here. It’s that she posted it on our socials accidentally.”
“I don’t think there’s anything you could have done about that.
” I dip my head closer to hers and drop my hands to her waist. “So tell me why that means we can’t keep doing this?
” I run my thumbs along her abdomen as my fingers curl into her ass so I can bring her closer to me. Even six inches away is too far.
I am so fucked.
“I feel like such a hypocrite.” Her words are whispered and her chest heaves with a deep breath as her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip.
“Baby, we’re not two kids in our early twenties fucking around and taking pictures of ourselves in bed together. That was a whole level of stupidity and if Natalie didn’t know better, MacIntyre sure should have. McCabe’s talked to him, and it won’t happen again.”
“Meanwhile, Natalie’s the one who looks like a fool and might lose her job, while he gets a slap on the wrist and a talking-to from the captain.”
“He wasn’t the one who posted the picture on the team’s social media,” I remind her. “It was an accident and it sucks that it happened, but there are professional consequences for things like that.”
“What do you think would happen if people found out about us?” she asks, and I pull back a bit at the worry in her voice.
“Your dad would kill me.”
“It’s cute that you’re scared of my dad,” she says, walking her fingers up my chest before she slides her hand around my neck like she’s already forgotten she just told me we can’t do this.
“I have a very healthy respect for how he could destroy my career if he wanted to.”
“And I’m sure he has a healthy respect for the commission he earns on your contract. You’re worth more to him than three new players would be.”
“You think he wouldn’t be willing to forsake his percentage if he found out I was fucking his daughter?”
She bites the corner of her lower lip, and the way her teeth sink into the full pink flesh has my dick jumping. “Fair point. So, again, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Or maybe we just need to make sure we don’t get caught.”
“Aidan, that’s a dangerous game when your career is on the line.”
“I think we’re just going to have to be careful, because I’m not going to stop seeing you just because your dad warned me off.
” My heart feels like it seizes in my chest as the realization of what I just admitted washes over me.
Fuck man, this is not just friends with benefits. “Unless you honestly want me to leave?”
At this point, I don’t think I could stop pursuing her, unless she is adamant that she doesn’t want me.
After only a few days of getting to spend alone time with her again in Ember Cove, I’m full-on infatuated.
Being with her is addictive. I like myself better when I’m with her—she smooths out my rough edges, and I polish up the parts of her that she’s tried to make dull in order to fit some mold that others have set for her.
“But, I think you promised me a reward if I was a good boy tonight?” I say when she doesn’t respond. I dip my head down to hers and trace the shell of her ear with my nose as I say, “I was such a good boy, just so you’d let me taste you again.”
Her whole body shudders. “Oh god.”
“Nope, just me, baby. And I plan to do ungodly things to you tonight. So if that’s not what you want”—I trail one of my hands up her side, along the curve of her breast, and then rest my palm against the front of her neck, using my fingers to tilt her head up—“you should say so. Otherwise”—I press wet kisses along her jaw—“I’m going to get on my knees right now. ”
“Fuck . . . yes . . .” She whispers, and I’m on my knees in front of her before she even finishes hissing out the S.
“That’s my girl,” I say. “Let’s see how wet the thought of us together made you.”
I reach under the hem of her tank top and pull the elastic waistband of her sweats down her legs, leaving her underwear in place. There’s a distinct wet mark where her arousal has soaked through her thong. From my knees, I lean forward, lapping my tongue against her.
She moans and presses her head against the wall behind her. I pull her thong down and drop it at her feet, where she kicks her clothing away. Reaching behind her knee, I bring her leg up over my shoulder. “Lose the shirt.”
“So bossy,” she says in mock outrage.
“I’m sorry if you thought that was bossy. Let me rephrase. Lose the fucking shirt, Morgan, or I’ll edge you until you’re crying and begging me to make you come.”
She huffs out a laugh. “You drive a hard bargain.”
“There’s nothing hard about it. You do what I say, and we both end up happy.”
Her eyes widen a bit at my statement, but she pulls the tank top over her head and whispers, “You really are ruining me for anyone else.”
I look up at her, my sexy fucking girl with her curves and her insecurities. She has no idea the power she holds over me.
“That’s the plan.” And before I can think too much about what that means or she can ask me to elaborate, I dip my face to her center. I lap up every bit of her I can get my mouth on until she has to bite the heel of her hand to keep from screaming as she comes undone on my face.
And when I stand, still holding her up with my hands on her hips, I lean in close, telling her, “You’ve soaked me in your cum and now I want you to taste yourself.”
Her lips part with a surprised gasp. “Why?”
So many reasons. “I was good tonight because I wanted this. And I want you to know what it is I’m so obsessed with.”
“You’re obsessed with the taste of me?”
I’m obsessed with you.
“Among other things.” I kiss her hard, and she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she parts her lips, running her tongue along mine.
“Kind of salty,” she mumbles between kisses. “Is that how you taste?”
“Someday you’ll find out,” I say, “but not tonight.”
“Why not tonight?”
“Because if the option exists to fuck you, I’m not going to choose coming in your mouth instead.”
She gives me a lazy half smile. “What if the option doesn’t exist to fuck me?”
I know she’s teasing, but I can’t help the growl that rattles around in my throat. “Then I guess you can get on your knees. But that wouldn’t be my first choice.”
“What would be?” she asks, lifting her chin slightly like she’s challenging me to say something completely out of pocket. But I don’t want something wild, I just want to keep myself joined with her as often as possible.
“I’d really like to fuck you from behind,” I say, sliding my sports coat off and unbuttoning my dress shirt. “I’d like to watch myself sinking into you while I’m gripping your hips so hard I leave handprints behind.”
“That’s oddly specific,” she says with a slight eye roll.
The slide of leather against metal as I unbuckle my belt precedes the scraping of my zipper, and then my pants land at my ankles. I step out of them, leaving them on the floor with the rest of my clothing.
“I’ve had a lot of time to picture all the ways I want to be with you.”
“Oh yeah, and where are you when you’re picturing this?” She takes my hand, leading me over to her bed.
“Where aren’t I?” My laugh is husky and loud in the quiet room. I reach for her, letting my hands glide over every part of her bare skin. “In the shower, at the grocery store, during my workout, while skating laps to warm up. Every night before I fall asleep.”
She doesn’t say anything, just presses her lips between her teeth like she’s trying to hold back a smile. Maybe she’s finally realizing just how perfect I think she is.
Reaching out, she slides my boxers down my legs, tugging on them to get them down my thighs. Then she sits at the end of the bed, legs spread so I’m standing between them, and grips my shaft. “I just want a taste.”
She wets her lips as she stares at my cock, parts her lips, and slides me into her mouth.
With her tongue pressed against the underside of me as I slide along the roof of her mouth, I can’t hold back my groan.
My hand instinctively moves to the back of her head to help her set the pace, while being careful not to push in enough to choke her.
“My god,” I sigh. I’m not sure a blow job has ever felt quite like this. It’s not that she’s doing anything special, it’s just that it’s her doing it.
You are so fucked. That phrase rattles around in my psyche, uninvited but ever present.
She pulls back, looks up at me, cocks one eyebrow, and throws my words back at me. “God’s not here. But you promised to do ungodly things to me, no?”
“All right, smartass, let’s see you on all fours on the bed.”
She gulps audibly, like it’s just occurred to her how revealing that position will be. But she tilts her chin up with a defiant glint in her eyes.
“Good fucking girl,” I practically purr as she does what I ask. It’s not that I’m proud of her for following orders; I’m proud of her for not letting her insecurities get in the way.
She looks over her shoulder at me.
“Fuck,” I groan, “hold on, I need to grab a condom.” Two seconds later I’m back and rolling it down my dick. “How gentle do you want me to be?”
After a game, I’m always keyed up. There’s still so much adrenaline running through my body, even after a shower and the ride back to the hotel.
She licks her lips again. “You decide, and I’ll let you know.”
I line myself up behind her, guiding the head of my cock through the slickness at her opening and down to her clit.
She moans the minute I rub myself against her, like she wasn’t expecting me to be working her up again.
“I’m always going to make sure you’re taken care of first. You know that, right, Morgan? ”
Her eyebrows knit together and she arches her back, shoulders up, to get a better look at me. “You did take care of me.”
“And I’m going to keep doing that, even while I’m inside you.” I pull back, then slip into her in one long, slow motion until I’m buried so deep there’s nowhere else to go.
She grunts out a sound that’s neither pleasure nor pain—just an acknowledgement that she’s reached her limit for how much of me she can take.
But as our bodies move apart and together, as I watch myself pushing into her, as my hands explore her body, as her grunts turn into moans and her sighs turn into pleas for more, I realize I’m way too close, too soon.
I slow the pace, taking a deep breath to calm my body as I reach forward and cup her breasts in my hands. She turns back to look at me over her shoulder again, saying, “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m too close,” I tell her. “I’m not coming until you do, so you tell me what you need to get there.”
She puts her weight on one of her arms and lifts the other, guiding my hand from her breast to between her legs. “Just touch me, I’m so close.”
With my finger gliding over her clit and my other hand toying with her nipple, her breathing turns ragged and her movements become frantic.
She’s slamming herself back against me so hard and so fast while chasing her orgasm that there’s nothing I can do to hold myself back.
Her inner walls grip me through the waves of her orgasm, triggering a tsunami of sensation throughout my body.
I move my hand from her breast to her shoulder, pulling her up so her back’s against my chest as my orgasm rips through me. My entire body shudders as I come and the sheen of sweat between us has her sliding against my chest as I continue moving inside her.
“I’m so sensitive,” she says, bringing her hand to my wrist and holding it in place like she’s afraid I’ll stop toying with her clit. “I think I’m going to . . .”
“That’s my girl,” I say. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t . . .” she stops on a gasp, and her shoulders and head slump forward. “Oh shit . . .” Then her words are a jumble before she cries out her pleasure.
When she’s finished, I pull her back against me and press a kiss to her temple. “Have I ruined you yet, or shall I keep trying?”
Her shoulders shake with a single bark of laughter. “Do you have any idea how hard it is knowing that I’ll never have sex this good with anyone else?”
My voice is low and almost sad when I tell her, “I know exactly how that feels.”