Chapter 27
Ronan
“Uh-uh. Quit texting the goalie coach.” Emalyn says, swiping my phone. After the team lost the second game of the finals, we flew home for them to play the next two games here. The plane ride home sucked. Not getting to play was worse. I couldn’t even watch it on T.V.
Emalyn confiscated my phone due to the no screen rule but I swiped it when she went to make lunch.
I’m not sleeping as much and my headaches are getting better but I’m nowhere near healed.
That doesn’t mean I won’t watch the third game of the finals that my guys are playing in our home barn.
Plus, DuPont is back on the ice tonight.
He should be benched. Fined, Suspended or Fired.
Something other than a slap on the wrist.
I don’t trust him on the ice with my guys, let alone a goalie that’s still got milk behind his ears.
We aren’t likely to win, and that’s not me being cocky.
He’s going to wear out over the long stretch of the four to six high intensity games required of him.
It would’ve been better if I had been injured on game five or so. Or not at all.
I’m engrossed in the game, even as the pain behind my eyes reappears. The score is 2-2 when the third period begins.
Tate and Fitz are taking care of the young goalie, making his job as simple as possible. He’s lucky to be paired up with skilled defenders like them, considering the goalie usually runs the defense. We just have a broader view of the game from the net.
As DuPont comes flying down the ice, Tate checks him into the boards, putting his full weight behind it.
It’s a brutal hit. DuPont grabs onto Tate’s sweater and manages to stay up at the last moment.
They don’t break apart to drop their gloves, instead Tate rips one free with his teeth before he lets loose on DuPont.
“Okay! Dinner is served!” Emalyn calls sweetly, keeping her voice soft and carrying two big plates. Fuck, yes. I love her enchiladas. No wonder she was in there so long. She makes it all from scratch and usually makes enough for me to keep leftovers.
“Smells delicious.”
“Mhm. Too bad you won’t get dessert because I don’t even have to look at you to know you were being sneaky.
” She side eyes me as she sets the plates onto the coffee table in front of us.
I know I'm supposed to be thoroughly chastised right now, but she’s still wearing her apron tied around her waist. The little bow sitting just above the curve of her ass.
“I guess you saw the fight then.” She mutters, arranging our utensils and napkins before settling onto the couch beside me.
“Oh, so you were watching it then. Without me.” It only pours salt in the wound when Poppy jumps up and curls up on Emalyn. I scowl.
“Only so I could tell you about it.”
“Mhm.” I angle my body away from her slightly and scoop up my plate.
“What if we put it on the T.V? There’s only a little time left. Do you think you can handle it?” She motions to my head. I peek at her over my shoulder to see if she’s messing with me. “I’m serious. It’s probably better than staring at the tiny screen in your lap.”
She flips to the sports channel where the game is on just in time to see DuPont get a stick to the teeth courtesy of Ripley. Emalyn gasps as blood sprays the ice.
“Did he do that on purpose? It looked like they were both going for the puck but Ryan’s blocked a lot of it from view.” Emalyn clicks her tongue, leaning closer to the screen as if it will help her see better.
He did.
“They shouldn’t be playing dirty for me.” I mutter. Her head whips to me shocked while the screen behind her has DuPont’s face, broken teeth on display as he’s pulled from the ice.
“?Estás bromeando? Of course he does. He hit you after the whistle. On purpose.” Her eyes narrow as she remembers, fire blazing in them. I’m suddenly thankful Emalyn isn’t a hockey player as she hisses, “He deserves more than that.”
Scared and a little turned on, I tuck into my food as we watch the Bruisers finish the game. It’s a hard fight, but in the end, we lose again. With one win and two losses, we can still come back. It wouldn’t be easy and the goaltender is likely to wear himself out before the end but it’s possible.
I carry the dirty dishes to the kitchen and put away the leftovers. Emalyn fusses at me until she finally manages to shoo me out.
I almost roll my eyes, but that would probably hurt too much. Instead, I pout the entire way into her bedroom. In my head, I'm throwing myself onto the bed dramatically, but in reality I lower myself down gingerly.
This mattress is soft. It’s a cloud plucked straight from the sky and covered in the highest thread count sheets we could find.
It’s a little oversized for Emalyn, but perfect for my height.
I insisted she get the same one as me when she bought the place because of how comfortable it is. I sink into the mattress, exhaling.
Her scent on the pillows is a concoction of the soothing sleep spray and curl cream she uses.
I turn my face into it and inhale deeply.
When I open my eyes again, she’s standing in the doorway, holding Poppy, an amused smile on her face.
After placing Poppy in her puppy bed, she clicks off the lamp.
“Leave some room for me, you giant.” She nudges me over, her touch more gentle than her words. I roll onto my back to give her only enough room to tuck into my side, and rest her head against my chest. My arm wraps around her naturally.
“You sure know how to compliment a man in the bedroom.” I murmur. Usually she’d smack me and tell me to shut up or tell me how ridiculous I'm being. Not this time. This time, her breath catches and her cheeks heat.
I lift my head up off the pillow to get a better look. She tries to hide her face but I hook one finger under her chin and tilt her face up.
“Emmy.”
“What? It’s not my fault, ok? I’ve been taking care of you— not that I mind in the least. It’s just that…
I haven’t had any, um, time for self care and you’re here.
Looking like that. All over my apartment.
” She gestures to my body as she talks a hundred miles an hour.
She huffs a breath and plops her head back down on my chest. “So, just… ignore me. Please.”
Lying on my back, I try to figure out what the hell she just told me. Self care. Does she mean…?
Emalyn wiggles next to me, her thigh squeezing together.
I’m a little slow on the uptake, but once I catch on there’s no getting my hard on under control.
“Are you trying to tell me that you need to touch yourself?” I ask.
She hesitates, then nods once. So small I almost missed it.
“But you won’t because I'm here?”
Another nod.
I reach over her and click the lamp back on. The movement pushes her onto her back, my face merely inches away. Her eyes are wide, lips parted as she watches me.
I’m so hard my voice comes out as a hushed pant,
“Do it.”
“R-right now?” I can see how turned on she is just from the thought of me watching her but she won’t ask for it.
“Fuck, Sunshine, let me watch.” I groan before adding, “Please.”
Without another word, her hand trails down her stomach and dips into the waistband of her shorts. Desperately needing relief from the pressure, I palm my cock through my pants. Her gaze drops to my hand, a little crease forming between her brows as she watches.
“I said I want to watch.” I demand, voice going rough.
I hook my fingers into the hem of her shorts and yank both sides down, making her gasp.
They land somewhere behind me. Her legs fall open allowing me to take in the glistening sight before me.
Her fingers start to move again under my stare.
Alternating between tight circles and dipping inside until I can’t take it anymore.
“Let me see you too.” She pants. My shirt is off with one practiced pull over my head. I don’t bother taking my pants off completely. On my knees between her spread legs, I shove them down my thighs, cock springing free.
Her mouth falls open at the sight of me, fingers moving faster inside her.
“I forgot how massive you are.” She whispers.
I wrap my hand around myself, stroking in time with her movements. Her head tilts back as she whimpers my name, the sound shooting through me like shockwaves.
Dragging the head of my cock through her arousal, I groan. She’s too perfect.
“Ronan.” She gasps. Her head lifts off the pillow and her free hand clutches my bicep while the other still teases her clit. “I need more.”
Hovering at her entrance, I hesitate. I can’t let the first time we’re together be when I’ve got an injury. I want it to be good for her. With my fist still working myself, I bury my face between her legs determined to make her feel good. Is this real?
The gasps and moans, nails scraping through my hair and over my shoulders makes me push through the exhaustion lingering at the edge of my consciousness.
She pushes at my shoulders, making me lay onto my back. I’m about to protest when she climbs onto me. I shut up, watching with disbelief as my dream woman guides me to her entrance, eyes flicking up to mine before she sinks down.
“Emmy, are you—oh, fuuuck,” My eyes roll into the back of my head as the hot, tight pressure of her around the tip of me makes my toes curl.
“Oh my…ah,” Her moan comes out high pitched in between panting breaths.
Hands gripping her hips, I slowly lift her until she’s nearly off me before pulling her back down almost two thirds of the way this time.
Her hand slaps my chest—hard, to gain her balance.
I savor the sting and squeeze her hips in answer.
“Look at you, Sunshine.” I rock her hips back and forth so I can hit that spot inside her that makes her legs shake. “Pull your shirt up. I want to see all of you.”
She whips it over her head, perfect full breasts spilling out. My mouth drops open in surprise.
“When did you get these done?”
“Like two years ago. You like it?” She gives me a sly smile before shimmying.
I nod, hypnotized. My hands come up to cup her breast, thumbs brushing the pink pierced tips delicately making Emalyn shudder and squeeze me.
I groan, thrusting my hips up and sinking further into her.
Banding my arms around her hips, I pull her down so her little barbells are in my face and suck one into my mouth.
Her gasp turns to a scream as I piston in and out of her, stretching and fucking her. All she can do is hold on.