Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
WET-SPOT-GATE
Something - The Beatles
I clench my jaw at the insecurity in her voice.
My immediate desire is to fix it but…
I rub the back of my neck.
I feel her gaze sweeping over me and then she whispers, “Oh. Oh.” She slumps against the elevator. “I-I did that?”
I refuse to blush.
I REFUSE.
But the wet spot on my jeans says it all.
I am so embarrassed—
She presses a hand to my chest. “It’s okay, Zach. W-We can just hug!”
I gape at her. “Denver Parilla!”
She blinks. “Huh?”
A growl escapes me and I snatch a hold of her hand and use it to cup my junk. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
Her lips part as she keeps her fingers in my grasp. “Again?
“Hockey players can go all night,” I tease, digging deep to make this all right when I’m humiliated as fuck.
Her voice tightens—as does her grip on me. “For me?”
“All for you, gorgeous,” I rumble, neck arching as the exquisite agony of her touch makes me want to blow my load for the second time right here, right now. But… “You sure about this, Denny?”
“Huh?”
I tap her nose. “You heard me.”
“Yeah. I did.” Another blink. Slower this time. “You’ve changed your mind now that you got off, is that it?”
I tsk. “I’m ready for you again, Denny.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
That’s my Denny—always to the point.
“Problem? No problem. I’m just checking in.”
As much as I want this night to continue into tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next decade, I need to teach her the right way men should treat her.
Though it kills me to think of her with anyone other than me, that won’t stop me from protecting future D.
She deserves the best, but she won’t know what that looks like until I show her.
And if my mom taught me anything other than how to love, it was that tomorrow isn’t promised.
“Maybe you don’t want me anymore,” I mumble, shoulders bunched.
Dead silence is her answer. Then, finally, only God knows how long later, she shapes me on her own. As I curse and plant my hands on either side of her head, she asks coyly, “Why would you think that, Zach? Isn’t this a compliment?”
“I-I-I guess it is,” I stutter.
“Then why do you think I want to stop?”
She punctuates that with a harsh squeeze that has me seeing stars.
This is happening.
The last month and a half of torture is finally over and I—
“You’re the most important person in the world to me, Denny.” I gasp when her grip contracts, loving her claws even if they’re currently trying to embed themselves in my dick. “I’m not about to pressure you. We’ll move at your pace.”
“I never thought we wouldn’t,” she sasses back and, with that, releases me entirely, ducks under my arm, and saunters out of the elevator—after tapping the button to open the doors again.
There’s no hiding from the extra sway to her hips. Jesus, confidence looks phenomenal on her.
That I might have played a part in it blossoming has me feeling like Goofy with his tongue rolling out of his mouth to hit the floor.
Not conventionally pretty, my ass.
If she got any hotter, I’d be walking around with a permanent semi.
Traipsing after her, I watch as she unlocks our door, then peers at me over her shoulder.
“Well, Zach? Have we changed our minds?”
It’s less about consent and more a taunt.
Fuck if my dick doesn’t respond like she just deepthroated it.
Back to drooling, I promise, “You better get your ass in there before I chase you inside.”
Heat flares in her eyes, but she lets out a yip that has me grinning wolfishly and racing after her when she takes off. I watch as she dive-bombs onto the couch, doing a great impression of a starfish on the sectional.
Wanting in her, any which way she’ll let me, I stride over, then rest a knee between her feet as she leans back on her elbows to stare up at me.
“This comfortable enough for you?”
“Plenty.” Her eyes shift from my erection and the definite wet spot to lock on mine.
That’s when we both swallow.
This is it.
This is the moment where everything changes.
Looming over her, gently, I lower my weight until her thighs cradle my hips.
As I come to rest on my forearms, she lays a hand on my side. “You feel good.”
“You feel better.”
Her smile kicks up at the corner of her mouth, making a dimple pop out. “You’ve wanted me since invite-only night?”
I dip down to prod that dimple with my tongue. While she squirms beneath me, I admit, “I did. I just… I was in denial.”
“How’s Egypt this time of year?”
“It sucks. I wanted to figure out what was wrong with me. I-I guess I knew you weren’t… into me.”
“There was no point in actively being into you. That way led to heartache, and I wasn’t about to live my life like that.”
Her candor shouldn’t be sexy, but it is.
I’m used to girls blowing hot air up my ass because they know I’m heading to the NHL—injuries not withstanding—and they want in on that ride.
Denny isn’t like that at all.
“Which is why I love you, D.” I rest my forehead on hers again, more weight lands between her thighs, and she moans as I rock my hips, giving her the friction she hasn’t asked for yet but needing to remind her I can make her feel good.
There’s no reason for her to want me.
I’m a player with a hockey obsession whose whole life revolves around his sport. Because of my gear, my SUV makes a wet dog smell great by comparison, our cupboards are full of protein powder, and there’s been a revolving door of women in and out of our apartment who have been mean to her.
I suck.
But she doesn’t.
She’s too good for me, so I need to show her that there are perks to keeping me around.
Letting my lips rest on hers, I rub my mouth back and forth until she whimpers. “Do it properly!”
Gently, I soothe my tongue over her Cupid’s bow. “I am doing it properly.”
“No, stick it in me.”
I snort. “Your way with words is why you’re failing philosophy.”
“Don’t remind me.” She pouts and I have to experience it for myself.
I give her what she needs.
I sample her, softly at first. Not wanting to push her. I can tell she’s inexperienced with kissing, but she tastes like mine so I’m not going to complain about having to coach her in how to stroke my tongue or how to kiss me back.
The notion that I’ll get to tutor her in all things sex is enough to make my dick ache.
“Do you trust me?”
She stills. “Of course I do.”
“I’m going to make this good for you.”
“I-I didn’t think you wouldn’t.”
“You’re on birth control, right?”
I remember her complaining about it because she has heavy periods.
“Yeah, I am.”
“I’m clean.”
“That’s where the trust comes in, huh?”
I nod, feeling the flush surge over my cheeks. “I always use a rubber.”
“Do you perform oral?” she asks primly, like she’s the nurse at the local clinic.
“No.”
“No way!”
“They don’t come to me for orgasms.”
She whacks me on the shoulder. “Oh, my god! YOU JERK!”
I grin at her outrage. “You know I’m right.”
“I don’t care that you are! Jesus. H. Christ. YOU SUCK. Oh, wait, you don’t even do that, do you?”
“No. Not since I was sixteen.” I rub my nose against hers. “I swear to you I’m clean.” I blindly reach for my cell and pull back once I have it.
“You could give me mono.”
“Well, yes. Man, this is romantic, isn’t it?”
“You started it.”
She wiggles beneath me, her calves coming to rest on the backs of my thighs.
Everything about this feels right in a way that tells me everything else has always been wrong.
“So, why do I need to trust you? Because you don’t want to wear a condom?”
“That and this.” Having found the email, I show her the screen.
“You got tested?!”
My throat bobs. “Wishful thinking.”
Her lips work in surprise. “You did this… for me?”
“I did. Wishful thinking and a desire to… I don’t know. Be clean. It was dumb. But I know what I am and I know what I don’t want to be anymore.
“I haven’t slept with anyone since invite-only night, Denny. I haven’t wanted anyone else. But I don’t want to pressure you. I’ll make this good for you if you still want to do it, and I’ll make it great for you if you don’t—I just might come first. Again.”
“I’m a virgin.” I notice her pupils have dilated at my words. “I don’t expect the first time to be all that pleasant. Though I have used a… well, you know.”
“That’s bullshit. I promise you we’ll make it painless. Doesn’t have to be tonight—”
“I trust you.” And that is her answer.
Thank fuck.
“Wait.” The crotch of my jeans tightens. “You have sex toys?”
She rolls her eyes. “Is this the twenty-first century or what?”
I lick my lips. “I may need proof.”
“You’re not getting any.”
“Denny!” I’m fully aware I’m whining.
Her smug grin’s worth it. Some of that hesitance has faded to be replaced with the cockiness I’m used to.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy, one day you’ll get to see it.”
I press my forehead into hers. “Killing me, D.”
She squirms beneath me. “Feeling’s mutual.” As I struggle to get myself under control, her tone shifts, turning more serious. “I-I want to understand, Zach.”
“Understand, what, kitten?”
“I’m tired of being in the dark. I want to understand why men go to war for women and why women will put up with numbnuts like you.”
“As great as I can be in bed, we both know sexual prowess isn’t why they’re with me,” I quip.
“Yeah, but you already told me you’ll make me feel good. And I do trust you. I want it, Zach. I want you to teach me how it should be.”
Though relief has me sagging onto her, it’s the honor she’s gifting me that does it.
“I won’t let you down, gorgeous.”
Her hand strokes over my head. “You can’t let me down. Neither of us figured we’d end the night like this. So—”
“I won’t. I’ll make you understand and then, whenever you need another lesson, I’ll be here.
And whenever you need my dick, I’ll be waiting to give it to you.
You just have to tell me what you want.” As her cheeks turn bright pink in the low illumination from the streetlights, I promise, “You’ll only ever know pleasure with me. ”