71. Sienna
SIENNA
“I’m sorry I’m late. Today was…” I blow out a long breath and brush my hair back from my face. “Long.”
Calvin pushes to his feet and strides over.
His hair is wet from a recent shower, and he’s already wearing his dress pants and shirt for tonight, although it’s unbuttoned in the most tempting way.
“It’s okay,” he says, stepping right up to me and taking my face in his hands.
His eyes bounce between mine before dropping to my lips. I cringe, because I probably look less than kissable after the manic day I’ve had. I think I’d rubbed my makeup off by lunchtime at least.
I love it, though. Today is one of the most exciting days of the year at the salon. It’s full of so much laughter and excitement for what the night holds—the end of one chapter and the beginning of another, where the possibilities and the hope seem endless.
Butterflies flutter widely in my stomach as I stare into my man’s eyes.
This time last year, I was celebrating New Year’s with Bea. Both of us were single with the hope that this year might be our year to find our men. Well, we never could have predicted what would happen.
We’re both closing out the year with a hockey player each on our arms, and Bea is pregnant with the next generation of Vipers.
I shake my head in disbelief—as much as I can with Calvin’s hands gripping my cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a small frown appearing between his brows.
“N-nothing. I was just thinking about this year.”
A smile twitches at his lips.
“It’s been pretty great, huh?”
“Some might say the best.”
“I would say that. Despite the obvious,” I say, nodding toward my knee. “It’s hands down been my best year yet.”
“Better than the year you got drafted?”
“Better than that.” His confirmation ends with a kiss, and I’m powerless but to wrap my arms around his neck, anchoring us together.
He groans into our kiss, and it tingles right down to my clit.
“We don’t have time for this,” I mutter breathlessly when he pulls back to kiss down my throat.
“Of course we do. We have all the time in the world.”
“But the party—”
“The party can wait,” he rasps as he tugs the fabric of my tunic up and over my body, leaving me in my leggings and bra. “Fuck, this is pretty.”
As he kisses down my chest, my back arches from the wall, desperate for more. Calvin Keller is the perfect antidote to a long and hard day.
His fingers tuck under the lace cups of my bra, tugging them down to expose my already peaked nipples.
He groans in delight before licking around one with the tip of his tongue.
“Calvin,” I moan, my fingers sinking into his hair, holding him in place.
He teases me for a few more seconds before sucking me into his hot mouth.
“Oh God.” My head hits the wall with a gentle thud as sparks shoot around my body, almost all of them ending at my clit.
While he sucks on one side, he exposes the other, pinching me between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me out of my own head until the only thing I can think about is him.
“Calvin,” I whimper.
“Yeah, darlin’? What is it I can do for you?” he asks, gazing up at me with so much love in his eyes it makes me want to sob.
“I want you. Please.”
He pushes to his full height, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I fucking love it when you beg.”
My shriek of surprise fills my apartment when he suddenly throws me over his shoulder and marches deeper into the room. I expect him to take a right and march us into my bedroom, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slows to a stop in front of the couch.
The second he has me back on my feet, he drags my leggings down and tugs off my shoes, leaving me in just my lingerie.
He falls back onto the couch, legs spread, his hands resting on his thighs, and his eyes trailing over every inch of me.
“You’re my every fantasy come to life, do you know that?”
I can’t stop the smile that curls my lips.
I’ve never felt as beautiful or as sexy as I do with Calvin.
He makes me forget my insecurities and lets me see myself the way he does.
My slightly wobbly belly no longer exists, neither does the cellulite on my thighs and ass.
It’s the most addictive and heady feeling.
I take a step closer, hoping like hell that it looks sexy and sensual. From the way his eyes darken and his pants strain against his erection, I’d say I nailed it.
“Is that right?” I taunt.
“It is. Now get on my lap, darlin’. I want to feel you grinding down on me.”
I don’t waste a second in doing as I’m told, sitting with my legs on either side of his hips and resting my arms over his shoulders.
“How’s this?” I ask as his hands slide around my waist, making me shudder with desire.
“Perfect. Always fucking perfect.”
I lean forward and brush my lips against his softly.
He allows me control for all of about three minutes before his fingers sink into the hair at the nape of my neck, and he crushes our lips together, turning the kiss from sweet to hungry in the blink of an eye.
One minute we’re just kissing, and the next our hands are everywhere. I grind down against his length as he slides the straps of my bra from my shoulders, exposing my breasts and cupping them in his giant, calloused hands.
He works me so perfectly, and I soon find myself racing toward release.
“I want to watch you come, then I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you forget your own name. I want you to go into next year knowing just who owns this pussy.”
Heat surges to my core.
Oh my fucking god.
The mouth on this man.
“Yes, yes,” I cry, right on the cusp of coming.
But just before I throw myself off the ledge and into oblivion, there’s a loud crash from behind me, and then a deep voice I shouldn’t be hearing in this moment.
“Surprise!”
My eyes widen and lock on Calvin’s as heavy footsteps thud closer.
We both turn around and face the hallway as Garrett shouts, “Oh my fuck.”
The luggage in his hand collides with the floor as his hands lift to cover his eyes.
“What the fuck, Gare?” I snap, scrambling to get off Calvin’s lap.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
I snatch my abandoned tunic from the floor and hold it against myself as I put my boobs back into their cups.
Oh my god. This is mortifying.
“Can I look yet?”
“Yes,” I hiss, clutching the tunic to my chest.
He hesitantly peels his hands away from his face and looks between the two of us with a guilty expression. “I guess I should have knocked, huh?”
“You think?” I shriek.
“I didn’t think I’d be walking into anything.”
“It’s my apartment, Gare. I’m allowed to do what I want, where I want.”
He looks up to the ceiling for a beat. “I-I know that.” His eyes shift to Calvin, who hasn’t moved since I jumped off him. “And honestly, if I had the chance, I’d be doing exactly what you were,” Garrett teases, one eyebrow lifting as he pointedly looks at Calvin’s crotch.
“Garrett,” I cry as Calvin reaches for one of my cushions, depositing it in his lap to cover his boner.
“What? You’re a lucky girl, Sisi.” He winks.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter before inhaling a deep breath to ground myself. “What are you even doing here? You’re meant to be in New York.”
His expression morphs, his smirk dropping and sadness filling his eyes.
“What?” I ask, concern flooding through me. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just…” I hold his eyes, silently begging him to explain. “I didn’t want to be there. I wanted…I wasn’t ready to put the holidays behind me, so I thought…I don’t really know what I thought, to be honest. I just didn’t want to go back yet.”
“I thought you had plans.”
“Yeah. I did.”
I narrow my eyes at him, but he refuses to give up any more than that. Something’s happened, that much is obvious. But I’m not going to force it out of him. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.
“You know we’re going to a team party,” I explain.
“Yeah, I know. I’m not asking for an invite. I can message some friends and tag along with them.”
“You can come,” Calvin suddenly says, speaking for the first time.
“N-No,” Garrett argues, but there’s no conviction in his tone. “I’m not expecting an invite. That’s not why I’m here.”
“I know you’re not. But you’re welcome to join. It’s a team party, but family is invited.”
Garrett looks from Calvin to me, as if he needs my permission to attend a party that he’s obviously desperate to go to.
“I can’t believe you cockblocked me and have now weaseled your way into our New Year’s Eve plans,” I mutter as I stalk toward my bedroom.
“Sisi, please never say cockblocked again.”
“Just think, if you were five minutes later, me saying that would be the least of your worries.”
Garrett shudders at the thought of what he could have walked into.
“I’m going to shower,” I say before marching into my bedroom and closing the door.
I desperately want Calvin to follow me and finish what we started, but I have a feeling our moment is over.
My eyes drift to my nightstand as I walk toward my bathroom, and for a few seconds, I consider pulling my vibrator out and finishing the job. But no sooner has the idea crossed my mind than my smart watch buzzes.
I lift my wrist, and a laugh bursts out of me when I read the message preview.
Calvin King of the ice Keller: Don’t even think about it…
“Holy shit, Sisi,” Garrett gasps when I step out of the bathroom just over an hour later—which is a fucking achievement, I might add—ready and raring to go.
Calvin spins around so fast, he almost falls from the island stool he’s perched on.
I swear, his eyes go so wide they’re at risk of popping right out of his head as his chin hits the floor.
He eats me up, his gaze travelling from the top of my head to the end of my toes and all the way back up again.
My silver sequined form-fitting dress glitters, sending sparks of light around my living room. I can only imagine just how sparkly it’ll be once a spotlight or two hits it.
“That dress is fucking sinful, darlin’.”
Fire licks inside me, the desire from earlier bubbling just beneath the surface. And this dress only adds to the feeling because it makes me feel incredible.
“I think I’m underdressed,” Garrett mutters, but I can’t take my eyes off Calvin to look at what he’s wearing.
Calvin has buttoned up his shirt and added the tie that I bought for him.
It’s a dark silver to match my dress. I was fearful that it might be too coupley, but he was all for it when I gave it to him, and right now, he looks proud as fuck to be matching.
His white shirt fits him like a second skin, the fabric stretching perfectly over his broad shoulders and muscular arms before tapering to his slim waist, his pants highlighting those thick thighs that I’m obsessed with.
“You look incredible.”
“I’m nothing compared to you,” he says, reaching for my hand.
His fingers twist with mine, and he tugs me into his body.
He stares down at me. The intensity in his eyes makes my stomach knot.
His other hand lifts to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing tenderly over my cheek.
“You’re beautiful.”