Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
XANDER
“Come on, boys!” Ivy claps her hands and then shoves some popcorn in her mouth, sitting on the edge of her seat.
Fuck me, she’s adorable.
We’re in the media room, dressed in my team jerseys, watching tonight’s game. It’s just the two of us, but my brothers have been texting me all night.
We’re squarely in the middle of the third period, and as of now, the game is tied.
I check my phone when it pings.
Tucker: Is Cooper playing injured?
I frown and reply.
Me: Not that I know of. He hasn’t said anything.
“Oh my God,” Ivy gasps and covers her mouth with her hands, staring wide-eyed at the screen. I glance over and see that Dumas is lying on the ice and the game has come to a stop.
Shit.
“He got hit hard,” Ivy murmurs as she folds her hands and braces them under her chin nervously.
“It happens.”
She bites her lower lip. “Oh, he’s getting up.”
But I watch as Dumas shakes his head and skates to the bench.
“Looks like he hit his head,” Ivy murmurs.
“It happens,” I say again.
“You wear helmets,” she replies and looks over at me.
“Yeah, well, a knock on the head still hurts. We’re skating fast out there, and the ice, the boards, they’re all hard as fuck.”
“So is your stubborn streak,” she says with a frown, and I reach over to cup the back of her neck and pull her against me for a kiss. “How many of your teeth are fake?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Four.”
“Four?”
“I know, I’ve been lucky.”
Ivy shakes her head and turns back to the game, and I can’t help but smirk as I look down at the phone again.
Easton: Hope Dumas is okay.
Me: If he wasn’t, he’d be in the locker room.
The game resumes, and Ivy passes me the popcorn, but I set it aside and pull her into my lap.
“I love it when you wear my . . .” The word has escaped me, and I frown as I tug on the shirt she’s wearing.
“Jersey?” she asks with a raised brow.
Fucking memory.
“Yeah. My jersey.”
She narrows her eyes, but after the conversation we just had about people getting their heads knocked around, I don’t want to continue it, so I kiss her.
She makes that little whimper in the back of her throat and moves to straddle me, wrapping her arms around my neck as my hands move under the jersey and up her bare sides.
“Fuck, Red, you’re not wearing a bra.”
She grins against my mouth. “Guilty.”
“Hmm. I like that.”
She’s in her little skin-tight booty shorts, too, showing off her smooth legs, and fuck if it’s not the sexiest outfit ever.
“I thought you might,” she replies and plunges her fingers into the hair at my nape. “I notice you wore gray sweatpants tonight.”
“I did.”
“You know, they’re a cliché for a reason.”
I grin at her, ignoring my phone when it chimes with an incoming text.
My brothers can fucking wait.
“And what reason is that, wildcat?”
She grinds her hot-as-fuck pussy down against my already-hard cock and bites her lower lip. I tug it free with my thumb.
“Tell me.”
“They show off your goods.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. “My goods?”
“Yeah. Your eggplant.”
“Nah, use your dirty words, Red.”
“Your . . .” She lifts a sassy eyebrow and circles those hips. “Thing.”
She yelps when I toss her onto her back, laying lengthwise on the couch and push the jersey up so I can pepper kisses on her stomach.
“Try again.”
“Your phallus.”
I smirk and bite her belly button as I work her shorts down her hips.
“Nope.”
“Member?”
My head pops up and I scowl at her. “What?”
“I’ve read it in romance novels before.” She smirks, but I drag my finger through her already-sopping-wet slit, and the smile drops right off her perfect face. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Keep talking.”
“I can’t.”
I pull away, not touching her at all, and she scowls. “Hey.”
“Tell me what you want, Ivy.”
She bites that lip again. Christ, she’s beautiful lying here with my jersey pushed up under her armpits, naked from the waist down, spread out for me.
I can’t resist leaning in to lap through her once, just to get the taste of her on my tongue.
Fucking delicious.
“Xander.”
She’s become breathless, that beautiful voice rough now as I boost up to tug on her nipple with my teeth, making her arch her back beautifully.
“Yes, Red.”
“You really want to know what I want?”
“Yeah, baby, tell me.”
“God, your mouth is so damn good,” she whimpers when I kiss up to her neck.
“Tell me,” I repeat.
“I want your huge, perfect, pierced, hard-as-fuck cock in my pussy, Xander Hendrix.”
I pull back so I can stare down at her and lift a brow.
“Please.”
I grin. “Good fucking girl.”
Her eyes dilate at that, and it makes me smile as I kiss her, working the sweats she likes so much down over my hips, and with all my weight on my good leg, sure to go easy on the injured one so I don’t meet Ivy’s wrath, I settle between her perfect thighs and rest my cock in her wet heat.
“Is this what you want, baby?”
“Yes. Please, Xander.”
“Mm, I like it when you ask nicely.” I bite that lower lip and give it a tug. “And I really love seeing you in my name. It’s hot as hell.”
She lifts her pelvis, wanting me to sink inside her.
“Need you,” she whispers against my lips. “To fuck me.”
Tipping my forehead against hers, I pull back until the crown of my cock lines up with her entrance, and then I push all the way inside until I’m buried completely, and we both moan.
“Fuck, your cunt is so goddamn perfect. So tight.”
Her legs come up around my hips, and I bury one hand in her hair as I start to move.
“So perfect,” she whispers, watching me with bright-blue eyes. “God, Xander.”
“That’s right.” I pick up the pace, just a little. “Mine. Who do you belong to, Ivy?”
“You. Fuck, yes, right there.”
“Say it again.” I glance down so I can see us, watch as I disappear inside her and then pull back out, wet from her.
“You.” She swallows hard. “I’m yours. Oh God.”
“Mine. This pussy is mine.” I start to pound harder, moving faster. “Fucking hell, you’re so goddamn everything, Ivy.”
She’s going to come. I can feel her starting to tense up, her mouth drops and she closes her eyes.
“Look at me.”
She obeys, and Christ, I could get lost in those baby blues.
“Come apart, Red. All over me. Go over.”
Her hips jerk, and she squeezes around me so hard that my eyes cross. But before her orgasm fades, I pull out and turn her over, bunch the jersey in my fist so I can see my name and number, and slam inside her once more, railing into her.
“Yes!” Ivy looks at me over her shoulder, and pushes back on me, and fuck.
I won’t last like this. She’s every fucking fantasy I’ve ever had in my life.
With a shout, I plunge deep and come hard, losing myself in her. Filling her up.
And she rocks back into me, practically begging for every last drop.
I pull out and swipe a finger through our mess, and Ivy opens her mouth in invitation.
“You’re such a dirty girl,” I say, grinning as I offer her my finger and she sucks it clean. “And I fucking love it.”
“I know,” she says when I pull the digit from her lips. “It works for us.”
“And your Denver Flurry win tonight, by the skin of their teeth,” the announcer says, and we turn our attention back to the screen where the final score is 4–3.
“We won,” Ivy says, clapping her hands.
“You’re adorable. Is this how you always are when you watch my games?”
“Of course. When I’m working, I high-five everyone at the bar, whether they’re a Flurry fan or not. They’d better say they are if they want a refill from me.”
I pull her in and kiss the fuck out of her.
“But, I’m your favorite.”
She presses her lips together, humor filling those sexy eyes.
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
She kisses me softly and drifts her fingertips down my cheek. “Because it’s fun to tease you. But I’ll say this: You’re the one I’m here with. Your cum is currently running down my inner thigh. And I’m kind of obsessed with you.”
“Is it any wonder that I’m crazy about you?”
She giggles and kisses me. “Okay, I have to clean up.”
I shut off the TV and take her hand.
“Come on. I’ll clean up my own mess.”
“You’re injured,” I say into the phone the next morning. I’m standing in the kitchen with a mug of coffee, watching the snow fall outside.
Winter seems to be here early this year.
“How the fuck do you know? It hasn’t been released,” Coop says.
“I have eyes. Jesus, even Tucker mentioned it last night. What is it? Ribs?”
“Hip,” he says with a sigh. “It’s not broken or anything like that. A little sprained and sore.”
I grunt and sip my coffee, keeping an ear out for Ivy. She was still sleeping soundly when I left her in our bed.
“And how’s Dumas?”
“Knock to the head. No concussion.”
I nod and take another sip. “Any other injuries right now?”
“Nothing significant,” Cooper replies. “When are you coming down to visit? The team would like to see you. It’s good for morale for them to see their captain once in a while.”
“I have meetings with the team in a few weeks, and I have some appearances and stuff, so it won’t be too long now.”
“How’s recovery?”
“Good, actually. I feel fucking normal, but it’s a matter of regaining strength now. I’m hoping to be back for the playoffs.”
“That would be awesome,” he says. “Maybe when you’re down here you can come to practice and get on the ice with us. Not to play, just to skate.”
I’d fucking love that.
“I’ll run it by the bosses.”
“And by the bosses, you mean Ivy.”
I grin and finish my coffee. “She’s in charge these days. But I also value her thoughts because she’s damn good at her job, so I listen to her.”
“I’m glad it’s working out and that you’re healing well. Hey, I have to head out, but I’ll talk to you later.”
“Later.”
I hang up, set my mug in the dishwasher, and then decide to let my girl sleep while I go spend some time in the gym. And then I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me and switch directions back to the bedroom.
My girl is naked, in bed.
And I want to hold her.