CHAPTER SEVEN
HUX
I could barely keep my hands and mouth off Anya long enough to get dressed, fix the fire and feed her, but we managed. Somehow. Just watching her eat was a torment. I needed my hands on her. Unable to bear another moment of empty, trembling palms, I pulled her into my chest and licked the back of her neck while she giggled and swatted at me.
“Stop that. What are your teammates going to say?”
“Who cares.”
“What’s my brother going to say?”
I shrugged. “Something, something, sister… best friend.” An alarm should have been going off in the back of my mind, but I was too love drunk to care.
She snorted, picking up the fresh coffee thermos I made for her and cuddled the metal container. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object? If that was the case, we were going to have words. “Yeah, right. You and Sol are like this.” She crossed her fingers and waved them in my face. “Right up until it comes to work, or family. Then it’s all….” she blew her hands apart.
“Right.” I rubbed the back of my neck, but the slice of worry that should have been there on that front still wasn’t. “I’ll figure it out.”
“He’s going to punch you.”
“Probably. He’s my best friend. We’ll be fine.”
Or he’d take it out on me on the ice. Or resign from the team in protest, but I didn’t think so. Solace was the best damn goalie the Chimeras had ever had, and I’d watched tapes going back nearly two decades of the team’s history to fact check.
I tipped Anya’s head back and kissed her softly, sliding my tongue along hers when she let me in.
“Hux,” she murmured when I caged her against the kitchen bench. “We just spent the last six hours fucking.”
“And?” I licked the corner of her mouth when she sighed and cupped the weight of her breast in my hand, tweaking the nipple that tautened beneath my touch. I toyed with the tight bud until she writhed a little, then reached down to cup between her legs. “Let me take you up for a shower. I want to clean you up.”
“I like being dirty.” Mischief gleamed in her eyes as she stared up at me definitely.
I smiled and leaned in, letting our lips brush as I spoke. “And I want to lick your pussy until your cream fills my mouth.”
Her eyes flared wide. “But— we really have been fucking for hours. And you’d be?—”
I gripped her nape, tipping her head back until she had no choice but to look up at me. “I don’t care. That pussy is mine, and I want to taste you. Shower. The one between our bedrooms. Right now , Annie.” I stepped back to give her room.
She took a hesitant step sideways, and when I raised an eyebrow she darted toward the stairs while I followed her at a slower pace, giving her time to strip and get the water running.
By the time I entered my old bedroom that she’d claimed at some point in the past, steam drifted out of the open adjoining bathroom door. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her strip out of the gray sweats and jersey she pulled back on. The evidence of our earlier sessions glazed her thighs. I studied her, my chest tight with an emotion I could barely identify. For too long I watched my team drift off and find their perfect partners, wondering when I’d find mine.
Answer: she’d been here waiting for me all along.
And I nearly fucking well lost her to some asshole I never met who wouldn’t have worshipped her the way she deserved at any point in the next year let alone the rest of her life.
The jersey went next, my name stripped from her back and tossed on the floor along with the sweats. I stepped forward and caught her wrist before she realized I was there, eliciting a gasp as I pulled her backward into my chest.
“Get under the water, Annie,” I murmured. “Go and get nice and wet for me.”
She shivered against me despite the heart. She was right; we’d been fucking for hours, and she wasn’t about to get a break now. I pushed between her shoulder blades and enjoyed the sight of her stumbling forward way too much.
My fingers trailed along the curve of her ass and I gave her rump a slap that left a handprint in the perfect spot. I smirked at the sight, and stripped off as she did as I asked, getting herself nice and soaked for me. By the time I stepped inside the shower, she leaned back against the tiles, her legs spread, one hand between them, rubbing her clit as she gasped for breath.
I stopped beneath the spray at the sight, though my own hand drifted to my cock. I gave myself a hard squeeze. “Were you gonna come without me, Annie?”
“If you took too long, maybe?” she sassed me, but I knew she wouldn’t have stopped. Maybe. Or maybe she would have been loud enough to move my ass to her and do what I promised.
I held her gaze as I worked my cock for a few hard strokes, then dropped my hand. “Don’t stop.”
Her eyes got real round as I knelt between her legs, widening her stance with my shoulders, and molded my mouth to her pussy. Her cum mixed with mine tasted sweet and salty on my tongue as I dove my tongue into her hole. Toned thighs quivered either side of my head as she bore down on me, her fingers rubbing that clit just like I asked.
“Good girl,” I murmured into her flesh, knowing she wouldn’t hear me over the water, but that she’d feel it.
Her legs trembled harder. I tucked one hand around her thigh, and pressed the other to her stomach, pinning her to the wall when she would have slid down it, or folded forward. Her fingers worked faster, matching her breaths. She clenched on my tongue as I licked her, a fresh slick coating my tastebuds. Fluttering eyes stared into mine but neither of us stopped, as addicted to each other already as the other. I moaned into her flesh, sucking and licking her swollen skin until she cried above me. Then I pushed up, latched my mouth onto her clit, and sucked.
Hard.
Anya screamed.
I pushed two fingers deep inside her, pumping fast as I pushed up. Her cream coated the insides of her legs in a stunning display that left my cock throbbing. Spreading her thighs wide with my knees, I pulled my fingers out, coated my aching cock with her fresh gush and filled her in an easy thrust.
Anya whimpered against my chest as I hammered her into the wall, her wrists pinned in one hand above her head, thighs sting over my hips. I pulled her body taut like a doll’s and kissed her hard, lashing my tongue across hers until I tasted her moan, leaving her sweetness glossing her lips.
“Please, I want to—” she started, breaking off on a ruined breath.
I squeezed her wrists in my fingers, leaving my thumb resting on her erratic pulse point because I needed to feel her desperation like hers ran in my veins.
“Am I hurting you?” I demanded, unwilling to stop otherwise. Fuck, I could feel her pulsing around me. She was so damn close?—
“I want to suck you,” she blurted out, staring at me with wild eyes.
I yanked my hand from her wrists, letting her slide down the wall in a controlled drop as I stepped back, my chest heaving. “Then suck,” I groused, sinking my hands into her hair and pulling her head forward.
The softest expression settled over her face as she knelt before me, opened her lips and took me in. No matter how rough I was with her, this seemed to be what she wanted. Breath stalled in my lungs at the peace she took from my chaos, from the brutality building within me. Fuck me, the ex was an idiot. All my girl wanted was to give pleasure, and both of us nearly threw that away.
“That’s it,” I murmured, massaging her scalp and pulling her closer as she sank her hot little mouth over my straining length. “You can take all of me.”
Anya hummed her agreement low in her throat as she twirled her tongue around my cock head. I swallowed a low moan, jacking my hips forward. Her hands curled around my thighs, pulling me closer, and the next moan slipped out.
“You like it deep?” I stroked wayward curls back from her face where the wet strands fell into her eyes.
She looked up at me through her lashes, her mouth full of cock as she deep throated me and nodded. Then she swallowed.
My chest constricted at the sight of her bratting out even when she submitted. I could set up a damn fine spanking session just for this occasion, but later. I was too far gone watching the girl I fell for years ago fulfil my fantasies without so much as asking me what I wanted.
Perfection.
“Hand between your legs,” I instructed her. “Don’t come until I fill your throat with my seed.”
She moaned, arching for me, and I nearly unloaded in her throat on the spot. Anya sucked my cock and played with me, taking her time to toy with herself and work us both up. I panted hard above her, my hand tight on the back of her head, though I didn’t force the act. Fuck, this was better than any fantasy I’d ever created of her, pumping my cock in my fist at the thought of her pretty lips wrapped around me. I ached to fuck her mouth, but that little event could wait for next time.
Right now she didn’t need my help in getting me off. Her cheeks hollowed when she sucked harder as her fingers disappeared between her legs. Thick lashes fluttered, jeweled droplets shattered against her skin. Her tongue flicked over my head as she moaned, coming the slightest hint too early?—
And it was enough.
I coated her tongue with my cum, filling her mouth as I gripped her hair and pushed my cock deep. She swallowed hard, her throat constricting in tight ripples as I moaned above her, holding her in place. Her body jerked as she choked on my cock, coming undone as I instructed.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” I let her go and she curled around my ankles, all kissing along my calves as she gazed up at me. Fucking perfection .
Golden ringlets made patterns around her shoulders as I bent down and cradled her to me, washing her slowly as my own legs shook, but what I felt wasn’t important. The girl trembling in my arms was all that mattered. I kissed her temple, soaping her body gently. When I’d washed her to my satisfaction I turned the water off and grabbed a pair of bath sheets from the cupboard. I wrapped the first around her, toweled myself off quickly and patted her dry. She stumbled against me as I dressed, one arm wrapped around her to hold us both steady.
“I’ll get you some clothes,” I murmured, throwing my jeans and shirt on, rubbing the towel over my hair. “Stay here where it's warm, okay?”
“I can get dressed on my own,” she argued, all sass and independence and cuteness.
I shook my head despite the smile that grew over my face, following her out of the bathroom. And stopped. Solace stood in the adjoining bedroom doorway, my goalie’s arms folded as he stared straight at me.
“The hell is going on, Hux?”
I shrugged easily. “Anya has some issues with the hot water in the bathroom we were sharing. Got it sorted. Good to see you made it up here safely.” I held out a hand that he clasped, and he slapped my back.
“Yeah, man. Just got here. Shit drive.”
“Weather sucked. Nearly wiped myself out on the way in.”
Behind me, Anya made a small sound at my lie, but I’d get to that in a minute.
Sol muttered something in my ear I didn’t really hear. I nodded and waved him out, making a show of following him, though I waited until he left my bedroom and trampled down the stairs, ostensibly to unpack his things.
I turned back to face Anya, my explanation of why I needed time to explain the situation to her brother, but all I got was a face full of utter betrayal and abject hurt that rippled across face right before the door to her bedroom slammed shut and she disappeared into the hallway beyond, following her brother down the stairs, leaving me alone at the doorway adjoining the bathroom that connected our rooms.
“Fuck. Fuck .” I banged my head against the door frame, closing my eyes. That could have gone better . Now I’d lied to Solace and hurt Anya. One I’d get away with. The other…
Solace’s apology would have to wait. He’d get over it.
Maybe.
I just hoped his sister would be as forgiving.