Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Jamie
The house smells of herbs and garlic, a delicious aroma that causes my stomach to rumble. All the guys are starving, myself included. I burned off so much energy during practice that I’m salivating over the meal Shannon’s preparing for us.
Standing behind Shannon, I slide my hands to her hips, caging her against the kitchen island.
“You’re doing more distracting than cooking,” Shannon coos, her voice soft. “You should make yourself useful and stop bugging me.”
“Cooking isn’t one of my strong suits,” I whisper against her neck, slipping my hands beneath the seam of her shirt, feeling her stomach.
She leans her head back and moans. “Jamie, c’mon…”
I suck on her earlobe, loving the sight of her lips parted, nipples hard and poking through her shirt. My cock presses into her ass. She groans when she feels my length, and I want nothing more than to bend her over the counter and fuck the tension from my body.
“I changed my mind,” I say as I suck her earlobe once more. “I want to eat you for dinner.”
“You’re so bad, Jamie.” A smile stretches across her perfect, plump lips I want wrapped around my cock. “But you’re waiting until after we eat.”
“Fine,” I whisper low enough for her to hear. “Then I’ll eat your pussy for dessert.”
She chuckles, rubbing her ass into my painfully hard erection. I can’t even think straight when she does this, let alone move. And when Preston pops his head into the kitchen, he gives me a look, one eyebrow raised.
“When are we eating?” he asks.
“Five minutes,” Shannon says. “Go set the table.”
Preston laughs and then looks at me. I point at the cabinet where we keep the dishes, and he does as Shannon asked.
I’m shocked. I expected him to tell me to do it.
As the team captain, he’s so used to ordering all of us around that sometimes I have to remind him that his job does not extend off the ice.
Once the food is ready, I help Shannon arrange bowls, plates, and serving dishes on the dining table at the far end of the kitchen.
We take a few seconds to ourselves without my friends interrupting.
Shannon hops up on the counter, and I slip between her spread thighs.
Running my hands up her legs, I wish we were alone now more than ever.
It’s been a while since the last time I had sex.
Unlike my friends, I don’t hook up with every girl on campus.
I lift a bowl of penne and pinch the pasta between my fingers, feeding it to Shannon. She bites into it, licking her lips with an intense look in her eyes.
But our foreplay ends when Drake walks into the kitchen. “Hey, dick,” he says. “Would you stop feeding your girl with your fingers? The rest of us have to eat from that bowl.”
It sounds weird hearing my friends call Shannon my girl, but I honestly don’t mind. In fact, I like it. A little more than I would have thought. The more time I spend with Shannon, the more she grows on me, and that freaks me out. Because the last woman I let into my life attempted to destroy it.
I set down the bowl of pasta and step out from between Shannon’s legs to help her down from the counter. She giggles when I whisper all the dirty things I want to do to her into her ear.
“We were taste testing,” I say to Drake.
“Great,” he growls. “Now that your slobber is all over our food, I can’t wait to eat it.”
After Drake yells into the living room, my friends take their usual places at the kitchen table with Preston between Drake, Tucker, and Trent.
Preston leans back, his chair propped against the wall. “Give him a break,” he says to Drake, pointing at Shannon. “Nerds don’t get as many chances to hook up with girls who look like that.”
Shannon chuckles under her breath at my side.
“Hey,” I say to Preston. “I can hear you, Spidey.”
He hates his nickname. Since he’s named after Spider-Man, how can I not give him shit? Preston’s like a brother to me, and we fuck with each other all the time. He can dish it out, but he can never take it. Sore loser.
Everyone laughs except for Preston, who’s wearing a bitter scowl.
“Don’t call me that,” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s your dad’s fault I got stuck with this name.”
“Your dad shouldn’t have bet mine that he’d beat him at video games, of all things.” I pull out a chair for Shannon and then take a seat at the table next to Tucker. “He should’ve known better.”
“What’re you guys talking about?” Shannon flicks her dark locks over her right shoulder and moves her chair closer to mine.
“Our parents are best friends—” I begin.
Shannon interrupts. “Wait, did you guys all grow up together?”
I nod. “Parker’s mom is my dad’s best friend. They’re kind of like brother and sister.”
“So, that makes you two like brothers.” She points at Preston and then me.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sort of. We’re all family, like one dysfunctional family.”
Drake snorts. “Speak for yourself.”
Shannon glances around the table at each of us. “That’s cool. You guys all knew each other before you came to Strick U. It must make it easier for you to play hockey together.”
“I don’t know about all that,” Drake interrupts.
“It’s definitely an advantage we have over other teams,” Preston says. “Coaches have a hard enough time getting all the egos to play together.”
“We fight all the time,” Tucker says.
“True,” Preston counters. “But we don’t stay mad at each other for long.”
Drake laughs. “I just beat the bitchassness out of you.”
“You wish.” Smirking, Preston motions his finger toward his chest. “Come at me, bro. Let’s see how tough you really are.”
Drake shakes his head, entertained by Preston’s proposal.
Trent holds out his hand to silence Drake. “I’m hungry. Would you two stop measuring dicks until after we eat?”
“You guys are crazy.” Shannon laughs, filling a plate of pasta for each of us.
“I hope you all brought your appetite because I made tons of food. Jamie said you can eat an army under the table, so I kind of overdid it. There’s enough left over for the rest of your teammates if you want to invite them. ”
“Nah,” I say. “They can fend for themselves. I’m saving the leftovers for us.”
I only invited Preston, Drake, Tucker, and Trent. Killian came home with Preston, but he left ten minutes later to meet a girl from one of his classes.
Shannon stands up to pass plates of pasta and garlic bread around the table, and I can’t resist smacking her perfect ass.
She squeals and then slaps my hand away. “Knock it off, Jamie.”
“Are you planning to make this a regular thing?” Tucker asks Shannon, shoveling a forkful of pasta in his mouth. “Because I could definitely get used to this.”
“Me, too,” the rest of us mutter in unison.
I could get used to Shannon spending more time at the house.
My friends seem to like her, and she doesn’t push me to define our relationship or any of the stupid shit girls normally do that irritates me.
I never had that problem with Cece. She was so selfish and self-centered that she played nothing but games.
One day I would feel on top of the world, and the next day she was ripping the rug out from under me, forcing me back to reality.
“Wanna play Mage Wars after we eat?” Preston asks me with a mouth full of food. “I’m finally out of level twenty-five. That one was such a bitch.”
“Oh, I love that game,” Shannon says.
Shocked, everyone at the table stares at her for an explanation.
I texted Shannon a few cheat codes for Mage Wars a few days ago. She’s sworn to secrecy, so I hope she doesn’t let it slip and share our secret. I want Preston to figure out the game on his own. Any advantage I can save for myself only gives me more of an edge over him.
“My younger brother loves it,” she elaborates. “I still live at home with my parents. At least for now. My brother makes me play with him. It’s the only way I can get him to go to bed on time. We play Mage Wars for an hour and then bedtime. Seems to work.”
Shannon has no clue how I gained the codes. I don’t like to talk about my dad that often because it feels like bragging when I do. She knows he owns a tech company, so I guess it’s time to share my secret.
“My dad created The Fallen Universe,” I tell her.
“Jamie’s a genius,” Preston tells Shannon, and her smile widens. “A total nerd.”
Preston tears into me all the time about being a nerd.
That’s part of our brotherly bond, and that connection also helps us when we’re on the ice.
We’re both defensemen, paired together, creating a different dynamic for our team.
Coach Bryant says our familial relationships strengthen our ability to win and create advantages over our competitors. I agree with him one hundred percent.
“I like nerds.” Shannon scoots her chair closer to mine, our elbows touching on the table. “Especially hot ones that can shoot a puck.”
Shannon’s hand drops to my thigh under the table, my cock now hard again from the sensation of her fingers rubbing dangerously close combined with the sexy look in her eyes.
Hooking my arm around her back, I pull her into my chest. Her eyes burn a hole through me, sparking something inside me. Without thinking, I plant a kiss on her lips that turns into her slipping her tongue in my mouth.
Not until Tucker asks Preston if he’s ready for our game this weekend do I snap out of it and peel my lips from Shannon’s. Needing to get her alone, I lift her up from the chair and throw her over my shoulder. She yelps when I smack her ass as we exit the kitchen.
“What was that about?” Shannon asks as we ascend the stairs to my bedroom.
“I couldn’t control myself. You make me fucking crazy, Shan.”
Once we’re in my bedroom, I lower her to the mattress and crawl between her legs. She tilts her head to the side when I try to kiss her. Cradling the side of her face in my hand, I bring her lips to mine. Her eyes are open, wandering around my room inspecting it.
Shannon peeks over at the wall to our right, covered in posters.
“Preston wasn’t kidding about you being a nerd.
” She chuckles, staring at the poster of Captain Kirk with Spock and McCoy from Star Trek.
But that’s only the beginning of my dorkdom.
“A nerd who’s a good kisser,” she adds, shoving her fingers through my hair.
Shannon tugs at the ends of my hair to bring my mouth to hers. Cradling the back of her head, I suck on her bottom lip. She moans, greedy and begging for me to kiss her. Once our tongues collide, my head spins from the passion behind the kiss.
Slipping my hand beneath her shirt, I massage her tits over her lacy bra. She urges me to keep going, pushing up her shirt and bra to grant me easier access. “Touch me, Jamie.”
So eager, I’ve never seen her like this. I steal my lips from hers long enough to undress her. For a second, I stare at her gorgeous body.
She wraps her long, toned legs around my back, staring up at me with hunger in her green eyes. “I will die if you don’t touch me right now.”
I smirk at her comment and then bend forward to slide her panties to the side. Her shaved skin is slick from her wetness, and when I drag my finger along her slit, she hisses.
“Yes…” she practically cries out.
Slipping two fingers inside, I circle her clit with my thumb. “I love how wet I make you.” I bend forward to kiss her, and she moans against my lips. “Damn, Shan.”
My cock is hard, so turned on by the sounds she makes that I hope I don’t come too fast. She’s driving me fucking crazy as she writhes beneath me.
Fingering her tight pussy, I continue my slow exploration from her mouth and kiss my way down her chest to suck on her nipples. She bucks against my hand, another scream ripping from her wet, puffy lips.
I eventually settle between her legs, clutching her thighs in both hands as my tongue rolls over her clit. She threads her fingers through my hair, her entire body trembling. I love the way she tastes, and the sexy sounds she makes.
Lapping up her juices, I slip my tongue between her wet folds. She just about chokes me when she squeezes her thighs together as an intense orgasm commands control of her body. The way she moans, it’s like she’s possessed, driven to insanity. She’s doing the same to me.
“Jamie,” Shannon moans one last time as I peek up from between her thighs. She’s still holding my hair in a vise-like grip, slowly letting go.
I reach into the drawer next to my bed and grab a condom, quickly undressing before I roll it down my length. She stares at my cock, her lips parted and chapped. Extending her hand, she gestures for me to get back in bed with her, not satisfied until I’m repositioned above her.
I lean forward to kiss her neck, teasing her as I make my way to her lips. She arches her hips, her hand gliding down my back to push my cock inside her. She bites down on her bottom lip, closing her eyes with each inch I take, careful not to fill her right away.
She feels so fucking good I have to concentrate even harder not to come. Taking my time, I ease in and out of her, damn near losing my mind with each thrust. Her body relaxes as I break through her inner walls. She rocks her hips, working in a rhythmic motion along with me.
Shannon sucks in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with each moan that escapes her lips. She’s beautiful, perfect, and right now she’s mine. Strands of her long, dark hair cover the side of her face, and when her mossy green eyes find mine, there’s a look of ecstasy in them.
Lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I pound into her harder, faster. Her body convulses, tightening her grip on my cock. She screams so loud my teammates can probably hear her downstairs, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing I care about right now is making her come again.
A series of moans pierce my eardrum, forcing me to work harder. She lets out one last sigh as her body settles, and it’s not much longer before I lose control. After I collapse on top of her, completely spent, I kiss her one more time before rolling onto the mattress next to her.
“Damn, Shan… that was…” I can’t even get the words out. Both of us are out of breath, still coming down from our high.
She curls up next to me and rests her head on my chest. “That was…” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I say, unable to finish the thought.
That was exactly what I needed.