Chapter 17
PATTERSON
The knock freezes us both mid-breath.
Kendall’s still on the window ledge with her legs wrapped around my waist and my cock still throbbing inside her, and for three horrifying seconds, neither of us moves.
Then survival instinct kicks in, and I pull out, seeing me drip down her leg.
I scan the room for my clothes while she scrambles to clean herself.
“Shit,” she whispers, shoving me toward the connecting door. “Go.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I slip through the door into my room, easing it closed until it clicks. My heart slams against my ribs so hard that I can hear it in my ears. I press my back against the wall and try to control my breathing while I listen.
The main door opens.
“Hey, sweetheart. Wanted to check in on you,” Coach’s voice grumbles.
I close my eyes and exhale slowly through my nose.
“Dad, hi.” Kendall sounds breathless, but she’s covering it well. “What’s up?”
“You left dinner pretty quick. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, tired from the travel. You know how flights wipe me out.”
A pause that feels like it lasts a century.
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Great. I’m about to take a hot shower. The water pressure here is amazing.”
“All right. Well, big game tomorrow. Get some rest.”
“I will. Night, Daddy.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
The door closes, and I wait, counting to ten before I walk into her room again. Kendall is leaning against the wall in a hotel robe. She’s smirking.
“That was too close,” I say.
“It was. We have to be more careful,” she tells me. “What were you going to say before we were interrupted?”
I meet her eyes. “I don’t remember.”
She stares at me with wild hair, and I watch the adrenaline crash through her system. I should feel panic, but instead, I feel possessive in a way that makes me want to push her against the wall and fuck her all over again, just to prove that nothing can stop this.
“This is out of control,” she says.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask. “Say the words.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “I can’t. Selfishly, I don’t want to.”
Neither of us moves.
I can see her chest rising and falling beneath the robe. She’s as addicted to this as I am.
Seconds later, she’s opening her suitcase. A dildo falls out and rolls onto the floor.
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
She picks it up and holds it in her hand. “I thought maybe you could use it on me.”
I take it from her hand and examine it, turning it on briefly to hear the low buzz fill the quiet room before clicking it off. It’s tempting.
But that’s too easy because it’s what she expects.
“Don’t think so,” I say.
Her face falls. “Why?”
I step closer, licking my lips as I drink in her curves. “You’re going to use it on yourself as I watch. My little exhibitionist.”
Heat floods her cheeks. “I actually like where this is going.”
“Tomorrow night after the game. Don’t make plans.” I lean in close enough to smell myself on her skin. “You’re going to lie on that bed and spread your legs and show me everything.”
She closes her eyes, biting on her bottom lip.
“And you’re not going to come until I tell you to.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek.
“You’re evil.”
“Mmm. Maybe a little.”
Her eyes are dark, and her breathing is ragged. I can tell she’s already imagining it, already picturing herself spread open on that bed while I sit in a chair, giving her nothing but commands. The thought makes my cock twitch even though I came five minutes ago.
“I can’t wait,” she whispers.
“That’s my girl.” I push off the wall and step back, then move close enough to raise her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. “Can’t wait to see you again.”
“That’s not what you tell someone you hate,” she says with a sparkle in her eyes.
“Ah, right. Fuck you, Ken Doll.”
“I’m counting on it,” she says as I head toward the connecting door.
I pause with my hand on the frame. “I’m having fun.”
“Me too. And that’s what scares me the most.”
I flash her a grin. “We won’t survive this.”
“That’s a problem for future us to deal with,” Kendall says, flicking the door closed in my face.
I chuckle, shaking my head. She’s sassy to a T, and, fuck, I can’t get enough. It’s like she’s cast a spell on me.
I fall into bed and stare at the ceiling for hours, unable to sleep, unable to think about anything except the woman sleeping on the other side of the wall.
Game day is gray and cold, and I show up to morning skate with a cockiness that makes everyone give me the side-eye.
“Someone’s chipper this morning,” Callan says.
“It’s game day,” I tell him, my good mood spreading. “And I have a feeling we’re going to win.”
“Whoa,” Hunter says. “Did you get laid last night?”
I roll my eyes. Even Coach gives me a look during practice, that narrowed gaze that says he knows something’s different but can’t place it.
If he only knew.
I spot Kendall in the stands during our afternoon skate, her camera pressed to her face as she captures us warming up on the ice.
I thrust, opening my hip flexors, knowing she’s staring at me.
Today, she’s wearing jeans and an Angels hoodie with her hair pulled back into a ponytail, looking professional and put together.
It’s almost like she didn’t get fucked up against a hotel window for the entire city to see.
Our eyes eventually meet across the ice, and I lower my stretch slowly. Even from this distance, I can see the tension rolling off her. She shifts her weight and crosses her legs before licking her lips.
I give her the hint of a smirk, and she bites her lip.
Philadelphia comes out swinging, and we spend the first period on our heels, scrambling to keep up with their speed. They’re a good team.
In the first five minutes, I take a hit that rattles my teeth, and I spend the next ten trying to shake off the ringing in my ears.
By the time we get to the first intermission, we’re down by one, and Coach is screaming at us in the locker room with his face red and veins bulging from his neck.
One thing Coach doesn’t tolerate is losing.
“This is not the team I’ve coached all season,” he sneers.
“This is sloppy, lazy, undisciplined hockey, and I will not fucking tolerate it. Do you want to be losers? No, you don’t.
So, get your heads out of your asses and play like you’re going to the damn playoffs.
I’ve coached teenagers better than this. ”
Coach pushes past me. “Do something out there, Patty. Impress me.”
“Yes, sir,” I tell him.
When I’m back on the ice, I come alive.
The first time I score is on a breakaway that leaves their goalie sprawled on the ice, cursing me. Then I get another on a rebound that I bury in the top corner before anyone can react. The crowd goes wild, and my teammates mob me against the boards, giving me praise.
“More of that, Patty!” Coach yells, giving me a thumbs-up.
I glance up in the stands, and Kendall is there, smiling, watching me, and it’s like everyone else disappears. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can start my night with her.
The rest of the game passes in a blur. We win 4 to 2, and I barely hear the congratulations in the locker room or feel the slaps on my back and the hands ruffling my hair.
I shower fast and dress in record time. When Callan asks if I want to grab drinks with the team, I tell him I’m exhausted and need to crash.
He smirks. “You seeing someone?”
“Nah,” I tell him as I leave.
A car picks me up and delivers me back to the W, and I know there’s no way I beat her back.
The elevator ride to the seventeenth floor feels endless. By the time I reach my room, I’m overwhelmed with anticipation. I throw my bag in the corner, strip off my jacket, and check my phone.
Nothing from her.
I pull up our chat and type a single emoji.
Chef
The click of a latch sounds in the other room.
I go to the connecting door and turn the handle, pushing it open to find her sitting on the edge of the bed, braless and wearing tiny red panties.
The vibrator sits on the nightstand beside her, and the lamp is dimmed.
In this light, she looks innocent, but I know better.
“You played well tonight,” she tells me, pouring a glass of whiskey and then handing it over.
I grab the chair from the desk and drag it to get a better view of her on the bed.
I sit down and spread my legs wide, leaning back like I own the room.
Her fingers tremble as she stands, spinning around for me so I get the full experience.
Seconds later, her thumbs hook in the material of her panties and slide them down.
There’s something different about her, something vulnerable, needy, almost as if she’s surrendering to the idea of us. Or maybe I’m the one guilty of that.
She scoots up the bed and lies back against the pillows, her hair fanning out around her head like a dark halo. Our eyes never leave one another’s as she takes control. I’ve not said one word since I walked into this room.
Slowly, she spreads her legs, and her arousal is already glistening. I’ve been thinking about this all day, but seeing how wound up she is for me makes me want to prolong this even more.
Seconds later, Kendall’s eyes flutter closed as she touches herself, running her fingers through her wetness, teasing her clit.
“I’ve thought about this before,” she confesses, sliding one finger inside. She gasps. “You watching me like this.”
Her nipples are at full attention as she tweaks one before picking up the vibrator.
The low buzz fills the room, and I grip the arms of the chair as she presses it against her clit.
The moan that escapes her mouth goes straight to my cock.
Her hips buck up off the mattress, and her free hand fists in the sheets, and her face contorts with pleasure as she climbs higher.
“Slow down,” I say. “Enjoy it.”