Chapter 34 Fletcher
thirty-four
Fletcher
The last few weeks have felt like such a blur between Tate and me finally confessing our feelings and us getting closer and closer to a title our hockey team has been craving forever.
Life almost seems too perfect. I’m just waiting for something to go wrong.
But we all seem to be in a really good place, aside from Cam kind of resenting Declan and holding a little bit of a grudge toward the guys on the team who knew about him and Ember the whole time, i.e. , me, Jere, Jaxon, Zeke, and Brooks.
Other than that, I have everything I want going for me right now.
And I feel on top of the world.
“Do we have to go to that party?” Tate wraps her arms around my waist, resting her head on my back. “Can’t we just stay here all day?”
“The guys would kill me if I didn’t show up,” I sigh. “Trust me, if I could stay in bed with you all day, I would choose that every time.”
She presses her lips into my back before I turn around to face her.
Her hair is still messy from this morning, and she’s still wearing the t-shirt I was wearing when I came over here last night.
But she’s never looked more beautiful.
“As long as you show up, it doesn’t matter when you get there, does it?” She raises an eyebrow, swinging her head to flip her hair to the side.
“What’re you plotting in the head of yours?”
“I think being fashionably late is really attractive.”
“Is that so?” I stare at her lips before meeting her eyes again.
“Mmm-hmm.” She nods, taking a step closer to me, my bare chest pressing flush against her body. “Especially because I really like kissing you.”
She pushes up just slightly, her lips brushing mine but not fully kissing me.
“Among other things.” I can feel her smirk against my lips as she drops down to her feet. “But, hey, I get it. If you want to go to this party, then I’ll go get ready.”
She turns around but doesn’t get far. I grab her wrist, twisting her body around and pulling her back into me. My lips crash down on hers with no hesitation.
Fuck that party.
I have the girl of my dreams standing in front of me, wearing nothing but my t-shirt, telling me how much she likes kissing me. How much she likes sleeping with me. I’d be an absolute idiot to just let her walk away.
My hands tangle into her curls, walking us back into her doorframe. My hands roam down her back, running over her ass, until I reach her thighs, tugging them up and around my waist.
Our bodies fit together perfectly as if we were meant to be together. I swing us around, off the door frame, and into her bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us.
The second my knees hit her mattress, we collapse on top of it, our lips never parting.
Her nails dig into my back, and she moans as my hips grind into hers.
Her tongue runs against my bottom lip, and I don’t hesitate to give her entry.
And once she does, she takes complete control of my mouth.
Her tongue slides against my own as she rolls us over so she’s on top of me.
I love seeing Tate like this—
In control.
It suits her.
I run my hands up her legs until I reach the hem of the t-shirt, bunching it up between my fingers before pushing it up her body. I sit up just enough to pull it over her head and whip it somewhere into the bathroom.
And as I fall back against the pillow, I take all of this in.
Tate’s body is completely bare, and no matter how many times I see her like this, I feel as though I need to take the time to appreciate that she’s mine.
And every time I do, her cheeks turn a rosy color, and she bites her lip to cover up the embarrassment.
As if she doesn’t think she deserves to be admired this way.
But she does.
Every. Fucking. Time.
She takes her hand and runs it through her hair, studying me as she does.
I run my hands up her thighs before cupping her face and kissing her gently. My thumb brushes over her lower lip as I kiss my way down her neck and then over her collarbone until my lips graze over her breasts.
My teeth nip gently at her skin, causing her head to fall back.
“I know I’ve said it before,” her words are breathy, “but I wish I had given in to this sooner. So. Much. Sooner.”
“I don’t know.” I grin, flipping us back over. “Making up for lost time has been a lot of fun.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She raises an eyebrow, her eyes traveling down my body. “The playing field is currently a little unfair, and it’s kind of hard for you to be inside of me with your pants still on.”
I practically jump out of her bed and rip my sweatpants and boxers off in one fell swoop, bouncing around on one foot to try and get them off my ankle.
Her gaze follows me as she reaches into her nightstand and pulls out a condom. She grins at me, waving it slowly in the air, forcing me to climb over her body in order to get it.
I tear it open and slide it on.
Tate’s teasing smile grows as her hand grazes across me, causing my body to tense up to prevent myself from coming in thirty seconds.
“I swear if you do that again, this will be a lot less fun for you,” I mumble. Even though I was going to make this a quickie, I don’t want things to end that quickly.
“Trust me,” she whispers. “That’s not possible.”
And without another word, I sink into her, watching her eyes roll toward the back of her head. I grab her leg, bending it just enough that I can sink into her even further, and when I do, the most beautiful sound spills from her lips.
I make a mental note to do this every time we sleep together because nothing will compare to the noise she just made.
I repeat the movement, and her mouth parts slightly; her eyes are closed as her hand holds my hand against her leg, her way of telling me not to shift us away from this position.
“Fuck, Fletch,” she moans, and I use all of my energy to keep it together, to make sure we get to that point together.
I pick up my rhythm, and as I do, my lips find any and every inch of bare skin they can reach. Tate’s hands find their way into my hair, tugging gently at the hairs resting at the nape of my neck as my lips crash down onto hers.
Capturing each and every moan escaping her lips as we get further and further to our tipping point.
And once we get there—
We tip over the edge together.