Chapter 11 #2
“Even better,” I lie. “Guess I’ll fuck your brains out until late-April.”
Kendall pushes me back against the opposite wall, and my shoulder pads thump against concrete. “So, it’s a deal?”
I hold out my hand, and we shake on it. “Deal. Now give me your phone.”
She pulls it from her back pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to me. I program my number into her phone as Chef.
“No texts. Only emojis. If anyone goes through our phones, they’ll be confused.”
I hand it back to her.
“Why Chef?”
“Because I’m bringing the meat and eating the cake.”
Laughter releases from her lips, and I love the sound of it.
“When does this begin?” I ask.
Then she drops to her knees and reaches for my pants. “Now.”
She looks up at me, brown eyes finding mine in the dim light. She’s on her knees for me, still wearing one of my team’s colors. After she came apart on my lap and walked away like she’d won, I expected her to keep that power. But she’s relinquishing it, giving me something I didn’t ask for.
“Can I?”
It’s my moment of truth as I stare at a line I shouldn’t cross. She’s asking for permission, for consent.
“Yes,” I hiss out.
I understand why she’s doing this. She wants to break me the way I’ve been breaking her.
“Thank you.” Her fingers find my belt and open it—the metal clinks in the quiet.
“Kendall.” Her name scrapes out of my throat.
She tugs at my hockey pants and fights with the bulk of my gear. I help her, fumbling with the compression shorts underneath. The cool air hits my skin for half a second before she wraps her warm hand around me.
Every thought in my head disappears.
Her perfect lips part, and when her mouth is on me, my knees buckle.
It’s followed by the slow drag of her hot tongue over my tip before she takes me deeper.
I force my eyes to stay open because I need to see this, need to watch her face because this is the most vulnerable she has ever been with me.
My hand finds her hair. I fist it gently and holding on as she works me. Kendall moans around me, and the vibration nearly undoes me. She takes me deeper, her hand working what her mouth can’t reach while her other one grips my thigh.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I’ve imagined her worshipping my cock more times than I’d like to admit.
“You taste so good,” she says, stroking me, nearly milking the pre-cum from my tip.
But Kendall doesn’t stop, and I know if she keeps this up, I’m going to lose myself.
“Touch yourself for me,” I tell her.
She hollows her cheeks, bobbing against me as she unbuttons and unzips her jeans. Seconds later, one hand is in her panties, and the other is back wrapped around me.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” I ask.
She nods. “Mm-hmm.”
She pushes her panties and pants down to her knees, spreading her thighs a little wider. I wish I could see more of her, but her moans tell me everything I need to know.
I want to thrust deeper into her throat, but I’ll work her up to that.
“Tell me, Ken Doll, do you have any limits in the bedroom?” I grunt.
She shakes her head, blinking up at me.
My head rests back against the wall, and I smirk. “We’re going to have a lot of fun.”
Our eyes lock, and it’s like our entire future flashes in my mind. The orgasm builds, and every muscle in my body tenses. My vision whites out, and I come so hard that I nearly collapse.
She continues sucking me, swallowing down every hot string while I pump into the back of her throat. I have one hand braced against the wall to hold myself up, and the other is threaded in her hair.
When she pulls away, her lips are swollen, and her mascara is smudged, but it’s her soft gaze that undoes me. There’s something raw in her eyes, and I feel as if she’s put me under her spell. We’ve stepped off the edge of a cliff, and we can never climb back up.
I lift her to her feet and crush my mouth against hers, tasting myself on her tongue. The kiss says everything we shouldn’t.
When we break apart, we’re breathing hard.
“How was it?” she asks against my lips.
“Great. You get an A in BJs,” I confirm.
“Not an A-plus?”
“No,” I whisper, sliding my fingers inside her. “You didn’t come.”
I rub my fingers against her swollen clit, and her eyes slam shut. Within one minute, her pussy is squeezing my fingers, and she’s whispering my name.
“It’s like you haven’t been with a man in a long fucking time, Ken Doll.” I place my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. “Is that a record for you?”
“Yes,” she confesses. “I haven’t been with anyone since Jameson.”
My heart pounds in my ears, and my jaw tightens.
“Fuck,” I whisper. “You’re not over him.”
“I am,” she says, and I want to believe her.
“Doesn’t matter anyway.”
“Yep. Just fuck buddies.”
“We’re not buddies. We’re not friends,” I remind her.
“Right.”
She steps back, straightens her sweater, smooths her hair, and wipes the mascara from under her eyes. I notice the slight tremor in her fingers as I tuck myself back in and fight with my clothes.
A door slams somewhere in the building, and we both freeze.
Footsteps echo down the tunnel, and voices bounce off concrete walls. The crew must be here to lock up the building. Meanwhile, we’re hiding out in a closet that smells like sex and bad decisions.
I press my finger to my lips, and she nods. We stand in the dark, barely breathing as the footsteps get louder. Someone laughs. They pass right by the closet door and keep walking.
We wait until their conversation fades away.
“Go,” I tell her. “Go get your camera at the rink, and I’ll go out the back.”
She moves toward the door and pauses with her hand on the knob. “So, I text you when I want you?”
“Yes. Now go,” I tell her. “Oh, and, Kendall?”
“Yeah?” she asks.
“Know that I really, really fucking hate you.”
Her mouth curves up into a smile. “Hate you too, Pattycakes.”
She slips out, and I’m alone in the dark. I release a long breath, but it doesn’t stop my body from buzzing.
I made a deal with the devil, and there’s no going back now.
I’ll fuck her out of my system if it’s the last thing I do, and when the season ends, I’ll walk away like none of this ever happened. I’ll get to have my cake and eat it too. Maybe then I’ll be able to properly move on.
The word RUINED burns under my jersey like a brand. The word is truer now than it’s ever been.
Fuck.