10. Tuevo
CHAPTER 10
Tuevo
“ D amn it.” I groaned into Meredith’s ear, where I was bent over her from behind. Every damn inch of this woman was perfection. From the way she was waiting for me at the hotel, wearing nothing but a cropped, skintight Avengers T-shirt and a white lace thong, to the enthusiasm and passion she showed as soon as I kissed her and pushed her back against a wall. She had her first orgasm with her leg hitched up over my hip and my fingers deep inside of her, but her second was coming close, as long as I could hold out.
I slammed deep inside her, and her head shot back, crying out my name with such pleasure it was a miracle the hotel management hadn’t had to call yet to tell us to tone it down. Either I didn’t have neighbors on the other side of my wall, or they liked listening. Hell, who wouldn’t?
“You feel so good taking me like this.”
Her hands gripped the sheets, even as she thrust back against me. Meredith didn’t just take what I gave, she gave back. In everything she did, Meredith gave back to me. Sex with her was no different because even while I was fucking her, she was getting me there too with her confidence.
One of her hands slid beneath her, and I reached down and slapped her hand away.
“Mine,” I all but growled against her shoulder. My fingers felt the slickness of her clit, the wetness seeping from her. As soon as my fingers were working her there, my dick so deep inside of her as she stretched around me, she came.
“Tuevo.” My name was a guttural sound ripped from her throat. Hot damn yes . Nothing better than this.
As she clenched around me, I kept rubbing her through her orgasm. Her walls clamped down around me and I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming, but one more.
Just one more damn time I wanted to hear my name on her lips as she came.
“Can’t,” she panted, digging into the sheets and arching her back.
“You can.” I slipped my hand from her front. Pushing off her, I grabbed both of her hips, spread her cheeks, and as I did, she moaned into the pillows.
“Ohhh… that’s…”
I pressed my thumb to her puckered hole.
“Yes.”
Hot damn. I knew she’d be up for anything. Using her slickness, I rubbed my fingers against her ass. Her whimpers turned more feral with every ounce of pressure I put on her.
She bucked so hard I almost slid out of her and tightened my grip on her hip.
“You okay?” I wanted to pleasure her more than she’d ever felt before, not hurt her or scare her.
“Yes, please. More.”
All right then. I pushed my finger into her, relished the sounds that fell from her throat, and as I used both of her holes, which most women would never allow, she came again.
She screamed my name so loud the entire hotel floor had to have heard.
As her orgasm washed through her, her whole body flushed and trembled. She whimpered my name, and I pulled out and flipped her over.
Red hair went in all directions and glazed eyes peered up at me, blinking.
“Wanted to see your face when I came,” I said, barely able to hold back for another second. I slid back inside her slick heat and shoved a hand beneath her to lift her hips. My orgasm rushed through me, straight to my balls and the tip of my dick, and I groaned out her name along with a string of cuss words right before I came.
“Shit.” My head fell forward and her hands came up, lazily tangling in my hair. She tugged me down until I brushed my lips over hers.
“I’ve always wanted to try that, what you did…”
“You liked it.”
“Loved it,” she agreed, her lips lifting to a grin against mine.
I should have known without checking. In the weeks Meredith and I had been together, I already knew she was up for anything. She had more of an adventurous spirit than I did, willing to try anything at any time.
The more we texted, the more we saw each other, and the more I was inside of her like this, one thing became certain.
She was right all those weeks ago. Good thing she hadn’t settled on us being friends.
Someday, she was going to be the first woman I’d ever had in my life who would get absolutely everything from me. My love. My faithfulness, and hopefully, my last name.
I pulled out of her slowly but hurried to the bathroom to get her a warm, wet cloth. I took my time cleaning her before I tossed the cloth to the floor and climbed back into bed.
Curling her into me, I ran my fingers through her hair. “My dad cheated on Mom.”
At my confession—the first time I’d ever mentioned my parents at all, in fact—her breath hitched. True to form, she relaxed easily and settled her hand on my stomach.
“I’m sorry.”
“He played hockey, too, you know.”
“I didn’t.”
“He cheated. All the time. And every time my mom threatened to leave him, he’d either whisk her away on a vacation when he could or buy her new jewelry. Sometimes both and he’d be good just long enough that she started to believe he wouldn’t cheat again.”
“That must have been so hard for her.”
“Harder when he started threatening her that if she left, she’d never see me again.” I hated the man. I’d had nothing to do with him since I was drafted. Hadn’t even told him it was happening so he wouldn’t show up at my signing day. The day the news broke and he learned, he called me, pissed. Told me I’d used the wrong agent, hadn’t worked hard enough to ever be as good as him. He was a master manipulator and a larger asshole. I hadn’t spoken to him in three years, but he sure as hell called to congratulate me once he learned I got called up to Tennessee.
I blocked his number.
“I grew up seeing how hard life was being married to a professional hockey player, Meredith. There’s months when I’ll rarely be home. Months when I’ll be focused on training. And that gets longer and worse if we make playoffs. I never wanted to put a woman through all of that. And the wondering when I was traveling. The worry when her calls don’t get returned. The gossip.”
Meredith removed her hand from my stomach and pushed to a sitting position. Fear coursed through me as she sat up and gathered her hair to the back of her neck in a ponytail before letting it fall down her back. We’d left the blinds open and the bathroom light on. Enough light I could barely see the shadows of her eyes.
“How’s your mom now?”
I shoved up so I was sitting with my back against the headboard and crossed my arms over my chest. “Lost. After all the shit he put her through, she still loves and misses him. I don’t think she’s ever tried to date even though she eventually left him.”
“Are you more like your mom or your dad?”
“What?”
“Your parents. Who are you more like?”
I had my dad’s drive. His motivation and his focus on the ice. I had his eyes and his hair and his looks. But I’d never had his rudeness. His ego or his arrogance. Maybe it was because I hadn’t yet reached the pinnacle of my career like he had, or maybe he’d been born with that chip on his shoulder and believed he was better than everyone else. Where he was brash and cocky, my mom was soft. Tender. She supported him despite her pain and to her own detriment, and she’d never once raised her voice. To him or me. But she was easily broken, uncertain, and had always struggled too much with what everyone else would think of her.
“Both,” I admitted. “And neither. Maybe the best of both? I certainly hope I won’t become like my dad.”
She smiled then and crawled toward me on my bed. She flung one leg over my lap and straddled me, hands on my cheeks. “What are you so worried about then? That you’ll cheat on me like your dad?”
“Never.” I couldn’t fathom. I was as loyal as they came, but I’d also never had anyone else to worry about. “Maybe I’m worried that if you leave me, I’ll become useless and broken.”
A soft chuckle escaped her full lips and she leaned forward to brush those lips over mine. I unwrapped my arms from my chest and held her against me, the palms of my hands warming as they pressed against her flesh and held her to me.
“I just want you to make sure you know what you’re getting into, Meredith.”
“And I think you already know I’m never going to leave. No matter how hard it gets. Trust me, Tuevo.”
For the first time in my life, I was sure I could. Not just her, but a woman in general. I could trust someone who had the strength to live this life with me.
I poured out my trust and my affection for her in a kiss that left her breathless and panting when I pulled back.
“You make me not hate the idea of marriage.”
“Thanks.” She laughed.
“And someday I’m going to tell you I love you and mean it with my whole heart.”
“Someday.” Her eyes turned soft and hazy.
I leaned in and kissed her again. “Soon.”
“And asking me to be your wife?”
“Probably someday, very shortly after the I love you day.”
She pulled back and raked her hands through my hair, with a glimmer in her eyes. “Just so you know, I’ll say yes to all of it.”
“Someday.” I grinned.
I kissed her again and rocked her hips over my erection. She rose onto her knees and sank down, taking all of me with a gasp that parted her lips and made her eyes roll back.
We moved slowly, bodies pressed together and our gazes locked. There was nothing left to be said. At least not with words. There was no need when our bodies said enough.
And someday, we’d figure the rest out together.
Thank you so much for reading Undeniable Love .
I hope you enjoyed the quick introduction into the Kelley family and learning how Meredith and Tuevo first met.