Chapter 16
Magnus
I can’t believe we made it to the elevator without me kissing her. Dinner was a slow, sweet torture. We talked about things we’ve been afraid to approach before.
She’d be happy with more kids if it happened. She wants to work as a nurse even if we’re financially secure and she doesn’t have to work. If we’ve been together for a long time, she’s open to relocating, though she’d prefer not to uproot the boys if possible.
My mom and Elin would love her. She’s down to earth like they both are. She cares, not just about the people she knows and loves, but about people she’s never even met. She thinks Sweden takes the right approach to healthcare, work-life balance, and protecting the environment.
We passed on dessert, and I paid our check in cash so we could leave as soon as it came. It was both the longest and shortest dinner of my life at the same time.
Now we’re back at the Grand Madison, where we picked up the overnight bag Jules left for Blair at the front desk. She unzips it in the elevator and peeks inside, stifling a laugh.
We’re in the back of the elevator and there are two people in front of us, so she discreetly opens the bag enough for me to see what’s inside.
I bust out laughing over what’s on top. There are at least thirty condoms.
She zips the bag back up, the elevator doors opening on our floor. When we reach my room, I scan the key card to open it and hold the door open for her.
“I’ll give you a tour,” I say once we’re both inside. “This is the bed, and that’s the bathroom.”
She looks around the space. There’s a king-size bed, a small sofa, a table with two chairs, and a TV on a credenza. The view is nothing special, just downtown Cleveland.
The Madison’s not a shithole by any means, but it’s not the Four Seasons, either. One of my large bags sits on the table and the other is on the floor.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” She tucks her hair behind her ear, looking self-conscious.
I move closer to her, putting a hand on her waist and using my other one to tip her chin up so our eyes meet. “Neither have I. And I’ve never had ... this.”
She leans closer to me, and I bend slightly and kiss her softly. She puts a hand around my neck and the other on my upper arm, her touch igniting something inside me.
I deepen the kiss, moving my hand from her waist to her lower back. This warm sense of elation is foreign to me. There’s no doubt or struggle here—it just feels incredible and right. I want more.
Her soft curves press against me and I slide my hand beneath her sweater to the bare skin at the small of her back. When she gasps, I pull back slightly.
“Did you want to go slower? I don’t want to bypass making out if it’s important to you.”
She laughs. “How are you real? I just can’t with how sweet you are. I’m good skipping the hickeys and dry humping.”
“Thank fuck.”
I take her waist, easing her into a sitting position at the foot of the bed. Then I get on my knees in front of her.
“These pants are criminal.” I unzip the side of one of her booties, taking her foot in my hand and sliding it off. “I got hard just watching you walk to and from the bathroom.”
“Oh, you like these?” She cups my face in her hands.
“With you in them, yeah. Your body is incredible.”
She arches her brows. “Don’t put me on a tall pedestal. I’ve had two kids.”
I can’t believe she has any uncertainty about her beauty. After taking off her other shoe, I tell her to move back on the bed, and I straddle her, unfastening her pants. She exhales softly as I move, pushing her sweater up so I can kiss her soft stomach and the thin waistband of her underwear.
“Oh my god ...” She moans softly. “Close the curtains.”
“No one can see in,” I assure her.
“I know, but it’s bright in here.”
I grasp the waistband of her pants, slowly removing them and kissing my way down her skin as I expose it.
“Magnus,” she says softly.
She’s pulled the sweater back down to cover her stomach. I stand beside the bed, unbuttoning my dress shirt and adding it to the floor where I left my jacket. My undershirt follows, Blair moaning softly as it comes up and off.
“Look at those abs,” she says softly.
“I hardly have them, and it’s only from hockey.”
She smiles and gets into a sitting position, leaning on her hand. “Liar. You have a perfect body.”
“Perfect for you. And yours is perfect for me.”
I unfasten my pants and take them off, following with my boxer briefs. Her cheeks flush light pink as she takes in my body.
“Wow,” she whispers.
I get back on the bed—on my knees—as I gather both sides of her sweater.
“No.” Her soft tone is pleading.
“Yes. Trust me.”
She relents and lets me take off the sweater, leaving her in just a lacy white bra that hugs her large breasts perfectly. I brush my fingers over her breasts and she moans raggedly.
I could spend a long time on just her breasts, but not now. I take off her bra and toss it to the floor. She immediately lies back down, putting her hands over her stomach.
I take one of her hands and guide it to my erection. I’m almost painfully hard; all the desire I’ve felt for her welled inside me.
“This is how I feel about your body,” I say. “I thought you knew. I’m not a man who feeds a woman dessert in front of his coach and teammates when she’s not even my girl. I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you.”
She lightly strokes her hand up and down my length, making me groan. My entire body is wound tight with need. After a few strokes, I have to still her hand.
“I’ve wanted you, too. And I can’t believe we’re ... here.”
“I’d rather this be somewhere beautiful and romantic, but the Madison is the best I can do for now.”
“Magnus, no.” She takes my hand. “I meant here like ... together. Seeing if what we think is real really is real.”
I move over her, lowering myself to kiss her again. She moans and puts a hand around my neck, the fingers of her other hand lightly grazing my cock.
With a low hiss, I capture her hand and pin it over her head, bringing on an even deeper moan.
She told me at dinner that she has a birth control implant, even though she hasn’t been with anyone in a long time. I’m so out of practice that I should wear two condoms so I can last longer, but I want her too badly.
I run my fingers over her pussy, using my knuckle to make sure she’s wet.
“Holy shit,” she says, gasping.
I hook my arm around the back of her leg, stopping to look in her eyes and ask, “Are you still sure? You can change your mind.”
“Yes. I’m sure.”
I go slowly, but she presses my lower back insistently and wraps her other leg around my waist, urging me. When I sink all the way inside her, we both groan, and she tips her head back slightly.
Pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder, I make myself go slowly. She feels more incredible than I ever dreamed, and I’ve imagined this moment hundreds of times.
I don’t think anything has ever felt this good, and it’s not just physical. Blair wants me as I am, even though I can’t promise her things I wish I could.
She arches her back, her nails digging into my shoulder blade as she grinds her hips against mine.
“Never stop,” she says, whimpering.
That sound almost does me in. I can’t take much more without coming, but I don’t want to disappoint her.
“Don’t slow down,” she says in my ear. “Just let go. I want you to.”
A gentleman never comes first. I kiss her shoulder again and put a knee on the bed, making space to get my thumb on her clit.
“Oh fuck.” Another whimper. “I ... keep doing that.”
I’m thrusting into her hard, but stroking her clit gently and slowly. Just because I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, that doesn’t mean I don’t remember how to please one.
“Oh ... Magnus.” She stretches my name out, her whole body going rigid for a few seconds as she arches into me, moaning loudly.
I follow her, the world stopping as I come. Nothing exists but her eyes on mine and the absolute euphoria coursing through me.
Her body goes slack and I lie on my side next to her, still coming down from the high.
“Well, this is embarrassing,” she says. “It’s never happened to me before.”
“What? You’ve never orgasmed from sex?”
“No ... the peeing. Surely you felt that.”
I laugh, propping myself up on an elbow. “Come on now. You’re a nursing student. You know that wasn’t pee.”
Her eyes widen. “Oh my god. Did I just ...?”
“Yeah, you did.”
She covers her mouth with her hand. “I definitely didn’t learn about that in nursing school. I didn’t know it was even possible for me.”
“Did you like it?”
“Like it?” She laughs heartily. “My soul left my body. I’ve never felt anything like that before. How did you do it?”
“The mechanics don’t matter. All that matters is that you liked it.”
“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you?” She gets on her side and props herself up on an elbow, grinning. “Now I’ll wait for you even if you go play for a team in Australia.”
I run my hand down her side, over her hip, and down her thigh. “I hope so.” I lean forward, my forehead to hers. “Do you want something to clean up with?”
“The bed is soaked. I still can’t believe that happened. I’m going to the bathroom and then I’ll bring back a towel for the ... you know.”
When she comes back, she’s covering herself with a towel. The sun has set, but I can still see her in the room’s dim light with the heaviest curtains on the window open.
She gets on the bed and I pull the towel away, tossing it to the floor.
“Forget about the wet bed,” I say, pulling her closer. “It’s only gonna get wetter.”
I kiss her, wrapping an arm and a leg around her. She hums with satisfaction.
“You set the bar very high,” she says. “That was a ten.”
I run my hand over her hair. “Not a bad first kiss, right?”
“Well worth the wait.” She grazes her fingertips over my back, whispering. “I really like you.”
“I really like you, too.”
“What’s your favorite food?”
“Brisket and mashed potatoes. How about you?”
“Tacos and queso.”
I run my palm over her ass, squeezing it. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for so long, but if I’m ever too much, tell me.”
“How could you be too much? You’re so easy to be with.”
“I mean in bed. I could tie you to this bed and fuck you every which way all night long, but that might be too much for you.”
“Or not.”
I smack her ass lightly. “You’re making me hard.”
“Are you ... easygoing everywhere else and dominant in the bedroom?”
“I don’t have to be if you don’t like that. But if you’re asking whether I’d like it, yeah, I would.”
“I’ve never had that, but I think ... yeah. I’d like it a lot.”