Chapter 44
HAILEE
Iswear my door hasn’t even closed when my cell dings in my purse.
Knowing who it is, I pull it out and swipe the screen.
Hayden: Didn’t get to finish what I was saying…
Hayden: I want to spend hours losing myself in her tight, wet pussy. I want to watch her come over and over on my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Fucking addicted to watching her fall. Beautiful.
“Jesus,” I mutter, shamelessly rubbing my thighs together.
I’ve always enjoyed watching hockey. I mean, that should be obvious, really.
I wouldn’t have worked my ass off to get this position if I didn’t.
But recently, my enjoyment of the sport has really ramped up, and it has everything to do with the guy who whips around wearing number ninety-six on his jersey.
The last week has been perfect. We’ve spent our days working, focusing on what we do best, before we find our way to each other once we’ve finally made it out of the arena.
We’ve spent most of our time at my place, just because generally I’ve finished first, but we’ve had a couple of nights at his.
It doesn’t matter to me where we are. Sure, I have my stuff at my place, which makes getting ready for work easier, but honestly, I just enjoy being wherever he is.
It’s sappy and ridiculous, but it’s true, and I refuse to fight against something that feels so right.
We’ve spent our evenings attempting to cook together, something we’ve both discovered we’re not great at, before falling onto the couch or into bed to read. It’s all very domesticated and coupley, but I love it.
It’s all happened so fast that it’s given me whiplash, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hailee: That’s one lucky puck bunny
Hayden: She has no idea. I’ve been told recently that I provide life-changing orgasms.
A laugh erupts from me.
Hailee: I did not say that.
I did. I did say that. It was after one of those life-altering orgasms he’s talking about. The words fell out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them, and something tells me he’s never going to let me forget it.
Hayden: You did and you know it. And I have every intention of reminding you of exactly why you said it later.
Hayden: What are you wearing tonight?
This isn’t the first time he’s asked this question. In fact, I found him standing in my closet looking through my dresses the other day.
I’m ashamed to say that I freaked out when I did. Memories of my past, of having my entire life decided for me, slammed into me before I had a chance to think with the rational side of my brain.
That isn’t Hayden. He’d never tell me what to do, or what to wear. But seeing him there dragged it all to the surface.
I tried to explain, but I couldn’t find the words I needed, and he didn’t press me for them. Instead, he asked me which I was planning to wear and just let it go.
I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that I packed the one I saw him staring at for longer than the others.
I keep telling myself that I’m not dressing for him, that it has nothing to do with his opinions, but I can’t deny the part of me that wants to please him.
It’s different. He hasn’t put any demands or expectations on me.
Instead, I want to bring him to his knees.
Especially because he isn’t going to be able to do anything about it while we’re out with the others.
I figure that it’s only fair after I had to watch him doing those warmups on the ice earlier.
They really hit differently when you know exactly what those hips are capable of.
No wonder Parker’s eyes are always glued to Linc while he’s out there pre-game.
Hailee: You’re going to have to wait and see.
Hayden: It’s my jersey, isn’t it?
Hailee: Have patience…
Hayden: When it comes to you, I have zero of that.
Hayden: Just give me a little sneak peek
I place my cell down, and after stripping my game suit off, I walk into the bathroom as my cell dings again. But this time, I don’t respond. He’s gonna have to wait.
It takes me the full hour to get ready, and as my cell is dinging, alerting me that our cars are arriving, I’m putting on a final coat of lipstick.
I know these guys better than I know myself sometimes, and I can predict who’s already downstairs ready to go and who’ll be dragging their heels. I also know who won’t come.
My question tonight is about what Hayden will do.
With him just across the hall, will he wait outside the door for me and pretend we bumped into each other on the way down, or will he be a good boy and go down and wait like everyone else?
My heart thumps steadily at the thought of either option.
If he’s outside, then at least no one will see his reaction to me. But if he’s downstairs, then we risk people noticing. My stomach flutters with excitement at the thought of being caught.
We’re not doing anything wrong, but even still, sneaking around and keeping our relationship from everyone is thrilling. More so than anything I’ve done in years.
After slipping my lipstick and cell into my purse, I push my feet into my shoes and walk toward the door. The thought of him being outside waiting for me has my hands trembling. But it all fades fast when I step into the hallway and find it empty.
“Shit,” I whisper, disappointment flooding through me.
Shaking it off, I hold my head high and make my way down to the foyer, where everyone is hopefully waiting.
The sound of their booming voices and laughter hit me the second the elevator doors open, and the second I step out, tingling rushes down my spine.
He’s here.
“Ah, about time,” Killer teases. “We were starting to think you’d gone without us.”
“Pipe down, Calvin,” I demand as I make my way over.
“Looking hot tonight, boss,” he praises, openly checking me out.
“Ugh, don’t look at me like I’m a bunny,” I chastise.
He gasps, pressing his hand against his chest. “I would never.”
“Uh huh.”
Ripping my eyes from where he’s standing with Rett and Bea, I scan the rest of the group, searching for the man who’s ensuring my blood simmers just below boiling point.
It only takes me two seconds to find him, and the moment I do, everyone else vanishes.
He’s with Linc, Parker, Kodie, and Casey, but while they’re all laughing at something, Hayden’s eyes are firmly fixed on me.
My breath catches as desire coils low in my stomach.
He looks hot with a fitted white shirt and dark gray slacks that show off his muscular frame.
The stubble on his chin has been trimmed, and his wavy hair is still wet from a shower.
I might be across the room, but I already know that he smells as good as he looks.
“It’s a good thing everyone knows he’s got a thing for you; otherwise, they’d all be suspicious as fuck right now,” Rett whispers in my ear. “Probably for the best you stop staring at him like you want to have him for dinner.”
Ripping my eyes from Hayden, I make sure my mask is firmly in place before letting everyone know the cars are outside and following them out.
I’m aware of Hayden hanging back and then trailing behind. My skin prickles, and it doesn’t ease off as I watch others climb into cars and head off.
It’s not until there’s only one car left that I turn toward him, realizing no one else is left.
“I guess this is us then,” I say, my voice coming out a little more breathy than I was expecting.
“I guess it is,” he says, a wide smile spreading across his lips.
“Well-played,” I muse as he pulls the car door open for me, watching as I climb inside.
“I could say the same thing to you about your choice of dress,” he murmurs, following me inside and dropping so close to me that we’re touching from shoulder to knee.
“Oh, what? This old thing?” I tease before confirming our location with the driver.
“Something tells me that there isn’t anything old about it,” he whispers, his nose dragging along my jaw until his lips are at my ears. “It’s sinful, and I can’t wait to see how it looks on your hotel room floor later.”
Oh God.
His filthy words have heat flooding my core, and I can’t help but wiggle my hips, searching for some friction.
I shudder as his nose traces the shell of my ear before his lips press to the sweet spot beneath. There’s no way he can’t feel just how fast my heart is racing as he peppers kisses there.
“You look insane, in case you didn’t already know.”
“Thank you. You’re looking pretty hot, too.”
“I think we’re going to have a problem tonight.”
I pull back, instantly slipping back into work mode. “Why, what’s wrong?”
He smirks at me, and I immediately know I jumped to conclusions.
“Every motherfucker in this club is going to want what’s mine,” he says, pulling back so he can look into my eyes.
His are blown with desire, and fuck if I don’t consider demanding that the driver turn straight around so we can go spend the night together in my hotel room instead of with hundreds of other people.
“None of them are going to get to have me.”
He rolls his lips between his teeth, his eyes dropping to my mouth. My fists curl at my sides with my need to climb into his lap and forget about the rest of the world.
Later.
There will be time for that later.
Right now, I need to keep it together and not walk into that club looking like I was mauled by a bear, or a six-foot-four hockey player who likes to dirty me up.
“No, they won’t. Do you know why?” he asks, his voice so rough it sends shivers down my spine. I bite down on my bottom lip, assuming it’s a rhetorical question. “Because you’re mine, Hailee.”
Holy shit, if I don’t like this jealous and possessive side of him.
“Yours,” I agree.
“Too fucking right.”
Before I can stop him—not that I really want to—his hand wraps around the back of my neck and he crashes his lips to mine, continuing what we started in the elevator earlier.
I swear, only a minute later, we’re pulling to a stop, the lights and hustle and bustle of the club outside forcing us to pull apart.
“Fuck,” I breathe, lifting my fingers to my lips.
“Yeah,” he agrees. “Tonight is going to be fucking torture.”
“Just make sure those bunnies’ hands are where you can see them at all times,” I instruct, feeling a little bit possessive myself.
His nostrils flare, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“Jealous, baby?”
“Nope. Just make sure I don’t have a reason to be,” I warn, turning to open the door before he has a chance to respond.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groans behind me as I climb out. “Do not bend over like that in front of anyone but me.”
“Don’t worry, baby. No one else needs to know that I’m not wearing any panties,” I shoot over my shoulder before marching toward the entrance where security is letting our guys in.