Chapter 23 Kaeli
Twenty Three
Kaeli
What did I get myself into?
That’s my first thought when I see the enormous tent in his underwear. “See what you do to me? How hard you make me, Kaeli?” He palms his dick, his eyes raking over every inch of my body.
He stalks toward me, keeping his knees on the bed, and leans on top of me. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
The intimacy and ease of the moment unsettles me.
So, I glare at him to take us into a comfortable zone.
“Quit stalling and put your cock inside of me already. Or do you lack in performance when it comes to the real deal?” I tilt my head and mock him, provoking him, knowing full well he’ll take the bait.
I’m proven correct when the awe on his face turns to ire, his eyes burning as he growls, “Lack in performance, you say? Feather, I promise that once I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone else. No cock will make you feel as good as mine will.”
I raise my eyebrow at him, a smirk on my face as I make a talking hand gesture. “Promises, promises.” I roll my eyes at him.
His eyes darken even more, if possible, as his jaw clenches. Smashing his lips to mine, he kisses the daylights out of me. Pulling back, he rasps, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Just as he’s about to remove his underwear, there’s a knock on the door. We both still. I look at him with wide eyes, whereas he seems unbothered by the fact that we might get caught.
Another knock follows, and we both look at the door as if the opaque object will magically reveal the person on the other side of it. “Lili, open the door, it’s me!”
This time, he does look at me, his eyes narrowed as he hovers over me. “Kaeli,” my name leaves his mouth in a threatening tone. “What the fuck is Seb doing at your hotel room door in the middle of the fucking night?” he snarls, his voice laced with annoyance as he tries to keep it low.
I gulp audibly before I realize that he’s trying to question me. I’m about to rip him a new one, forgetting about Seb standing just a few steps away, when he reminds me of the fact with another pounding of the door. “Lili!!!”
I groan, letting my head fall back on the bed and squeezing my eyes shut. At this rate, he’ll wake up the entire floor. Pushing Ezra off of me, I get off the bed and make myself presentable, running a hand through my hair so it doesn’t look like I just had sex, even though we really didn’t.
I whisper through my teeth for Ezra to hurry when I find him glaring at me with his hands on his hips, still uncomfortably hard in his underwear. He scoffs and bends down to gather his clothes.
Pushing his very naked and muscled back into the bathroom, I try to hide him. “Stay inside!”
He stops me from closing the door and turns to grab a robe. “Wear this, you’re not going in front of him looking like this,” he grits as he hands it to me.
I roll my eyes, but take it from him and put it on. Spreading my arms, I ask him, “Happy?”
His tone drips with sarcasm when he mutters, “Very.”
Shutting the door in his stupidly handsome face, I head over to open the door for Seb. He’s about to knock again when I open it, his fist suspended in the air. His features ease as a boyish smile takes over his face. “I was about to call the management to open the door for me.”
“No need for that,” I scoff. “What are you doing here?” I ask, sticking close to the door, opening it as little as possible.
His eyes widen as if he forgot why he was here and just remembered. “Oh, yes. Stacy asked me to check on you. She didn’t see you leaving the club and tried your cell, but couldn’t reach you.”
Fuck, yes, I forgot. “Yes, I’m sorry. It must’ve slipped my mind, and my phone died, so I couldn’t text her.
I was feeling really sleepy, so I just came back,” I apologize, faking a dramatic yawn.
He looks inside as if to see whether I’m alone or not.
“Good night,” I speak a little louder to bring his eyes back to me.
He rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, right. Sleep, sorry. Uhmm…buenas noches, Lili.” He turns on his heels and leaves, murmuring to himself.
I close the door shut and lean my forehead against it as I heave a relieved breath.
Feeling Ezra’s presence behind me, the butterflies in my belly take flight again.
He nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses as his hand snakes around my waist, pulling the strings of the robe to open it.
I let him, as I lean back on his strong and muscular chest. Just as he’s about to reach where I want him most, another knock rattles the door.
Ezra groans, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I’ll fucking kill him.”
This time, I’m annoyed too, and thinking it’s Seb, I peek through the peephole only to find Jodi. “It’s Jodi,” I tell him as much.
“Fucking hell, I can’t just put my cock in you in peace,” he curses, causing me to giggle at his weird, whiny statement.
He slaps my ass, causing me to squeal in surprise. This time it’s his turn to chuckle.
“To be continued, Feather. I will put my cock in this greedy pussy of yours one way or the other,” he announces as he cups my sex, before backtracking on his feet and hiding himself in the bathroom again.
Trust me, Ezra. I can’t wait, I think when Ezra leaves my room after Jodi, knowing it might not be our night tonight.
* * *
“What are you thinking so loud about?” I blink multiple times, not realizing I zoned out.
Turning to look at Stacy, I ponder what to disclose to her.
I can’t just announce to my boss at work that the all-star player and captain of the team we work for made me come with his fingers and dirty mouth about a week ago.
And that it was one of the most powerful orgasms any man has ever given me.
That I would like to do it again and more.
She keeps her hand on mine on the table as she puts her coffee cup aside. Her brows furrow in concern, “Are you alright? Do you have a fever? You’re flushed, Kaeli.”
I clear my throat and look around the bakery we sit in near our office, as if someone might pop up and reveal what I did. We’re on our break, and Stacy suggested we go out since the weather was so nice and try out Velvet Whisk, the bakery.
Giving her a forced laugh, I stealthily extract my hand from hers and grab my cup just to hold on to something and fidget. Taking a sip of my latte, I look around the bakery as if it’s the most interesting thing I’ve ever seen.
An image of Ezra palming his dick flashes through my mind, but I quickly shove the visual away into the deepest trenches of my brain.
I take in the bakery with its light accents. It’s actually pretty great. I was skeptical about trying it when it opened last month, but now I’m glad that I did.
The furniture is colored in pastels of green, purple, yellow, and pink as the delicacies adorn the inside of the glass counter for people to choose from.
There are flowers in vases all over the bakery, but not too many that the smell suffocates. The walls are covered in lined pastel wallpapers, too.
The owner here is a middle-aged woman who quit her job and finally had the courage to open her bakery. She has kids, she says, but never mentioned a partner, so I don’t think they’re in the picture.
I do wonder what happened. Screw me for being nosy, but let’s be real, who doesn’t like gossip with their tea or, in my case, latte?
I feel the heat of Stacy’s stare, so I finally glance at her.
She squints her eyes at me and points out, “You’ve been acting weird since we returned from that game in New York last week.
” My eyes beg to widen at her observation, but I control them not to give myself away. “Something happened there, didn’t it?”
I shake my head. “No, it didn’t,” I quip a little too quickly, hoping she’ll let it go.
“I don’t believe you. But it’s fine, you’ll tell me on your own,” she says as if it’s a given.
Yeah, no chance in hell will I ever tell anyone, let alone her, that I almost fucked the man I claim to hate, the man whose presence is penance itself.
You will soon, though.
Not helpful, brain, I chide it.
We still didn’t have any alone time together after we came back to Boston. Between the regular season and the hectic schedule, neither of us has time. But that doesn’t mean that we didn’t steal kisses and phantom touches when no one was around or paying attention.
The knowing gleam in our eyes, the shared secret, the anticipation of wondering how it would feel is all too much. And as much as I hate it, I love it.
But we’re also careful; we don’t want anyone to find out about us. Not now, not ever.
He might be great inside the bedroom and can turn me on like a kettle on a lit stove, but he’s still the man who put my career in jeopardy and leaves no chance to point out my mistakes or irk me.
Dropping the topic, we head back to the office and get busy with work. Tomorrow is a home game, and those need extra work done to make sure we don’t miss out on anything going into the arena.
But I need to fuck him. And soon.