Chapter 31
Camden
“Holy shit, did you see the champagne tower?” Xander says
I turn and see where he’s pointing, to the far end of the reception space.
“Damn,” I say as I take in the impressive display: five tiers of glass coups stacked on top of each other while a white-gloved server pours from a champagne bottle at the top. The fizzy liquid filters down to all of the glasses. All the guests clap.
“Coach Porter went all out for this wedding,” Xander says.
We both glance around at the chateau just outside of Paris that’s the setting for Coach and Abby’s wedding reception.
We’re in the middle of the courtyard where the staff has set up a long dining table for the guests.
It’s covered in candles and white flowers.
A bunch of string lights hang above us, which pop against the darkness of the early evening sky.
Soft instrumental music plays in the background as guests finish dinner.
Xander raises his glass at Coach Porter, who’s sitting at the head of the table with Abby. “You really know how to throw a romantic wedding, Coach.”
Coach cracks a smile, then looks at Abby, who beams at him.
“When you get married in France, you have to be romantic. It’s the law,” he jokes in his trademark serious tone.
Everyone chuckles. The servers deliver the coupes of champagne to everyone at the dining table.
When I see Ellie walking back over from the restroom, I can’t help but stare. She looks absolutely stunning. She’s wearing a long yellow dress with these soft ruffles down the front, and her hair is pulled back in a soft bun.
Abby stops her and stands up to hug her. They chat for a minute. Abby jokes how her dress is shinier than the lights in the venue, but Ellie tells her she loves it, how simple and sleek it is.
“The cap sleeves are so elegant,” Ellie says. “And is this satin?”
Abby nods, smiling.
“So sophisticated. You look like an Old Hollywood movie star.”
Abby blushes. I smile at how well Ellie is getting along with everyone in the group. The ladies love her. So do my teammates.
Xander elbows me. “Easy. You’re staring at your wife like you’re stalking her.”
I let out a flustered laugh. Sophie gently smacks Xander’s arm.
“Don’t give him a hard time. I think it’s sweet that he looks at Ellie that way.” Sophie quirks an eyebrow at him. “You look at me like that sometimes.”
Xander beams. “Damn right I do, gorgeous.”
He drops a kiss to her mouth. I roll my eyes and laugh, then dig into my duck confit.
A minute later, Ellie sits down next to me and we finish our dinner.
I lean over and whisper in her ear. “So have you done your homework? Did you play with yourself like I told you to?”
She bites back a smile, her full cheeks flushing red. She nods.
“How many times?”
“Three,” she says in a shy voice.
I lean closer, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Good girl.”
I don’t miss the way she shivers when I call her that. The skin on her chest flushes that beautiful rosy color, and her eyelids flutter.
My cock presses against the zipper of my pants. Fuck. Just seeing how flustered Ellie gets when I call her “good girl” turns me on so much.
This past week, we haven’t seen much of each other. I was busy with training and sessions with my physio and my PT. Then I volunteered at a hockey camp that the team holds for local kids.
Ellie was busy too. She’s been taking on more clients for her business. She’s gone a lot of the day to dog walk and check on some cats she’s watching in our neighborhood. Some days I didn’t get home until after she had gone to bed.
I was hoping she didn’t blow off what I told her to do. Part of me was worried that she’d be too shy or overwhelmed to masturbate on her own, but I’m happy that she’s been getting more comfortable with it.
My dick twitches just thinking about her lying in her bed, those pretty, delicate fingers playing with her pussy, making herself moan and writhe and come…
She clears her throat, her bright blue gaze focusing on my mouth. “I, um, thought about what I want to do next with you.”
Excitement flickers in my chest as she goes quiet. She glances around the table, probably to make sure that no one can hear us.
“Well, don’t leave me hanging, baby.”
Her smile is shy as she looks at me. “I want to learn how to give you a blow job.”
A choking noise rips from my throat. I cover it up with a cough and down some champagne.
Well, fuck. I wasn’t expecting her to say that, but I’m really, really happy to hear it.
I try to contain my smile. “You sure you’re ready for that?”
She bites her lip and nods excitedly.
That ache in my dick and balls intensifies. I clear my throat and shift in my chair. I can’t get a boner at Coach Porter’s wedding.
So I zero in on Blomdahl’s conversation with Theo. They’re sitting across from me and talking about how they get the stench out of their sweaty gear. My cock wilts instantly.
“Ellie, thanks so much again for looking after Maizie,” Bella says. “She’s been doing so much better now that you’re taking her on a long walk every day. She’s not as worked up when Braden and I get home from a long day at work.”
Ellie beams. “It’s my pleasure. I love hanging out with her. She’s so cute and energetic. And the other dogs I walk love her too. Especially Gus. I think he has a crush on her.”
They chuckle.
“She’s so much calmer when she’s home now. And she takes more naps,” Bella says.
“A tired dog is a happy dog,” Ellie says.
“I felt so guilty leaving her at home for hours at a time, but things have been so busy at the cafe,” Bella says. “It’s great knowing that she’s hanging out with you and the other dogs you watch for most of the day, burning off energy.”
“It’s my pleasure. I’m so happy you asked me to start walking her,” Ellie says.
“And thanks again for the bath you gave Maizie the other day,” Blomdahl says, raising his coup to Ellie.
“It was no problem at all. I love doing it,” Ellie says.
“Good, because I don’t,” Blomdahl says. “I’m sick of our bathroom floor turning into an ocean every time Bella and I give that dog a bath.”
Everyone laughs.
“Speaking of bathing pets, what would it cost for you to bathe our cat Salem?” Ingrid asks.
“The same as a dog bath,” Ellie says with a smile.
Del raises an eyebrow. “You sure about that? Salem turns into a monster whenever we try to give him a bath.”
Ellie just chuckles. “Positive. I’ve groomed cats before, and they can definitely be a bit harder than dogs, but I have all the tools to handle them.
Treats to keep them happy and this hoodie thing that covers their head and ears to keep them calm.
I also trim their claws before I get started so even if they do swipe at me, I won’t get hurt. ”
Del nods once. “That’s all I needed to hear. You’re now Salem’s new groomer.”
Ellie beams. I can’t help but smile too at how happy she looks and how well her business is doing. I’m so glad she’s not working those other jobs anymore and that she can focus on doing what she loves.
We finish dinner and dessert, then watch as Coach Porter and Abby have their first dance together. Then we all join them on the dance floor.
Ellie smiles as she watches Abby’s daughter Emma dance with Coach Porter. He holds Emma’s hand and twirls her around. Everyone goes, “aww!”
“You know, your coach seems so gruff and serious, but when he’s with Abby and Emma, he’s a big softie. It’s really sweet,” Ellie says.
“Yeah, it’s cool to see this other side of him.”
The music changes to a slow song. I rest my hands on Ellie’s hips and pull her close.
She gazes up at me, her eyes big and bright. “So, um, how long do you think we need to stick around?”
I grin. “You in a hurry to leave?”
“A little.” She runs the palm of her hand up my chest. “I just really want to show you how well I’ve been doing on my homework.”
My cock twitches in my pants. I swallow hard. “We’re leaving at the end of this song.”
She chuckles. When I pull her by the hand off the dance floor toward the chateau, she’s giggling.
I lead her inside and upstairs to our room. Coach Porter and Abby had a small wedding—just a few dozen family members and friends, so we’re all staying here at the chateau.
“Someone’s eager,” Ellie teases.
“I take homework very, very seriously.”
She laughs again as we walk into our room.
I close the door behind me and turn to her. She grabs my hand and leads me to the bed. I stand in front of her as she sits down, then undoes my belt. I shed my jacket and toss it over a nearby chair.
She drops my belt onto the floor, then gazes up at me, her eyes glittery.
“I, um, watched a few videos on how to give a blowjob,” she says in a shy, quiet voice.
“What kind of videos?”
She twirls her hair between her fingers. “Just porn where the woman goes down on the guy. I, um, watched one where she deep throats so I’d know how to do that too.”
An uneasy feeling rips through me. I don’t like the thought of Ellie watching that kind of porn. A lot of it is pretty degrading to women. It features the guy slamming his dick into her mouth and throat, without any buildup at all—without caring about her comfort or pleasure at all.
I don’t want Ellie thinking that’s the norm, for her to be treated like a fuck hole and nothing more.
Just the thought of her being with some guy who would do that to her makes me want to punch a hole through the wall. Just the thought of her with another guy makes me want to rage.
I don’t like picturing Ellie with anyone other than me.
Too bad. Because when this is all over, she’s going to leave you and be with someone else.
That restless, angry feeling inside of me claws deeper through my chest and gut. I shove it aside and focus on the moment, on what I’m here to do.
Help make Ellie feel more comfortable in the bedroom.
She goes to unzip my pants, but I gently place my hand over hers and stop her.