54. Jamie
Jamie
The door clicks shut behind me as Maya and I retire to my room for the night. She’s been staying here ever since I got back, and I feel bad that she believes she has to take care of me.
I won’t lie; mentally, I needed the comfort for a while. But I’m getting better—working through it with my therapist, and today’s meeting with Coach Hammond and the rest of the Philadelphia Flyers’ staff put my mind at ease.
“Maya, I promise, I’m fine if you want to go home tonight. And even though it’s not as fun alone, I’m sure I’ll manage to get clean in the shower by myself.”
Maya laughs and turns, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I know you’d be okay by yourself. I’m staying for purely selfish reasons,” she says, biting her lip before standing on her tip toes and brushing her lips over mine.
I let my left hand snake around her back, holding her body to mine as best I can. Her lips part and her tongue brushed against mine, pulling a groan from low in my throat. We’ve both been so caught up in everything that’s happened, we haven’t taken a moment like this to ourselves since Tampa.
I wore a button-up shirt and dress pants for my meeting with the NHL, and the thin fabric does nothing to hide the erection growing behind my zipper.
Maya smirks against my mouth. “You don’t look very comfortable,” she teases.
I nip at her lips with mine one more time. “Not at all,” I whisper. “Maybe you can help me get out of these stuffy clothes.”
Maya’s fingers find my belt buckle, and she removes it with quick ease.
“With pleasure.” She untucks my shirt, fingers undoing one button at a time as she walks me back toward my bed.
Easing to sit at the foot of my bed, I help her take the sling over my head and undo the velcro from around my waist. Then she eases the dress shirt down both arms, careful not to jostle my right one.
With the shirt and sling off, Maya kissed her way down my stomach, and I stand, unbuttoning my pants with one hand as she drags them down my thighs, falling to her knees in front of my painfully hard erection.
“I think you’ve got too many clothes on,” I say, looking down, absolutely enthralled as she swirls her tongue around the tip. Her nose ring glitters in the lamplight as she brings her eyes up to meet mine through her long lashes.
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t give me any sass in return; she simply tugs off the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—revealing her braless body underneath and takes my cock in her fist.
Maya brings her mouth back to me, licking along the bottom before wrapping her lips around me entirely, teasing me with her tongue while pumping me from the base.
My left hand tangles in her hair while my right arm hangs limp by my side. Her head bobs up and down as she hollows out her cheeks. Pleasure travels up my spine in waves as I fixate on her mouth, all thought leaving my mind entirely.
“Maya…fuck.” My head tilts back, my eyes threatening to close, but I don’t want to miss a single moment of this. I grow even harder, and my balls ache with the urge to let lose and come in her hot mouth, but I resist.
After a few more minutes of glorious torment, I pull her up from her knees and into a heated kiss. “You get to come first, pretty girl,” I whisper into her lips. “You tell me if you want it to be with my tongue inside you or my dick.”
I feel her shimmy out of her shorts without breaking her lips from mine. “Lay down,” she instructs, taking the reigns back from me, and I smirk, holding back a cowgirl comment with tongue in my cheek.
Doing as she says, I crawl back onto the bed—a difficult feat to achieve and make look sexy with only one working arm, but I manage.
Maya climbs over me, straddling my waist and doesn’t miss a beat as she lines the head of my dick up with her entrance and sinks down onto me. I bite my lip and let out a shaky breath through my nose as her warm heat surrounds me, fighting every urge I have to come inside her here and now.
And as she rocks back and forth on top of me, we lose ourselves in the feel of each others’ bodies, taking comfort in this moment, and all the one’s like it in the future, now that we don’t have to hide from the world.
In the darkness of my room, holding her naked body against mine, I tell Maya what happened at my meeting. How the Flyers still offered to pay me my rookie season salary, even though I’d likely be going through PT for at least eight months.
They told me they would let me start practicing with the team when my doctors allow, but that I would officially make my debut on the ice next season.
The part that surprises her most, though, is how her dad offered to let me stay as an Assistant Coach this upcoming season, working on Centering with Colt and Will Fischer and whoever they recruit from tryouts.
Maya nearly leaps from the bed when she hears this, so excited that I not only get to stay here and recover, but that I’ll get to keep playing hockey with my friends and have something to keep me occupied rather than just therapy and doctors appointments.
“I’m excited,” I tell her. “I’ve never thought about coaching, but I actually think it’ll be a lot of fun.”
“You’re really great at it, whether you realize it or not. You’re amazing as Captain, and I think they will really appreciate having you as a coach this year.”
Not having anything to say, I kiss her forehead instead.
“Selfishly,” she adds, “I’m glad you’re not going on the road with the NHL right when we get to finally be together.”
I laugh, admitting that I agree with her.
As much as I love hockey, I’m grateful for the chance to stay in one place and catch my breath.
Enjoy living in the moment with her for once.
“I don’t know,” I say, a teasing lilt to my voice.
“‘Team captain’ and ‘coach’s daughter’ is still better sounding than ‘assistant coach’ and ‘coach’s daughter.
’ We might have to keep being a secret.”
Maya chuckles, pinching my side, and I jump with a “Hey!” thrown her way.
“Nuh uh,” she says, settling her head back on my chest. “No more secrets. You’re mine, and I want the whole world to know it.”
Sighing, I kiss the top of her head. “Me, too, baby. Me, too.”