Chapter 18
Jordan
I don’t know how to describe the sounds we both made but they’re guttural and raw.
Almost like animals. Just with more tenderness.
The fingers of both of her hands twine with mine, holding them over our heads as I kiss her with greedy pulls of my tongue.
I can’t get enough of her—I never could—and being with her like this again is magnificent.
The truth is, there’s never been a woman as flawless as Victoria.
Silky smooth skin. Curvy hips and thighs.
Perky little breasts that are neither too big nor too small.
Even her feet are cute. I adore every inch of her, and now that I’m balls-deep in her pussy, I don’t know how I lived without it for four years. I had to have been crazy to walk away.
Her hips meet mine thrust for thrust as we find our rhythm.
Her legs come up, wrapping around me and allowing me to go even deeper.
I’m already so close to the edge, but I need this to last. We’ll only have this first time once, and I have to make sure it’s a night she never forgets.
One she never wants to forget. She brings light to a life I hadn’t realized was dim, and it’s everything.
Sensations I can’t even name rocket through me, but I hang on by a thread. I’m too damn close to last much longer and I need her to come with me. I shift slightly, angling my hips so the head of my cock rocks against her G-spot.
“Jordan!” Her mouth falls open in a silent cry, her eyes roll back, and I pound into her like I’m never going to stop. I can’t stop.
She gasps as I capture her lips again, swallowing her moans even as I drive us to the precipice of bliss.
Her sweet little whimpers mingle with mine as we kiss and kiss and kiss.
The slow burn at the base of my spine tells me I’m close, and I slow down long enough to grip her hands, dragging them up over her head.
“Come with me, baby…let me feel that gorgeous pussy cream all over my cock.”
Her eyes burn into mine, and then I feel the fluttering just as her pussy starts to convulse around me. And there’s no holding back for either of us. Her scream mingles with my roar as our orgasms rip through us, slamming us together, apart, and together again.
“Jordan, baby…” Her body shudders against mine a few more times until she finally melts into the mattress and I collapse on top of her.
“Holy fuck.” I’m still breathing hard, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.
“Okay, so great sex turns into mind-blowing sex as you get older?” she says, eyes still closed.
“Was it great for you when we were younger?” I ask curiously, pressing soft kisses on her face. “I had no idea how to teach a woman anything.”
“Oh, I seem to recall teaching each other plenty.”
I grin, because that’s true. We tried a lot of things, explored and experimented within the parameters we had back then. I didn’t know anything about anal, so we never went there, but almost everything else was fair game.
And what we just did proves that the magic is still there.
Not that I had any doubt.
“Want to sleep over?” I ask, nuzzling her neck.
She sighs, hesitant.
“Stay with me,” I press. “Can you say you stayed with a friend?”
She hesitates again but then nods. “I can get away with it once in a while but not often. I don’t like staying at Merrill’s because I have to sleep on the couch and her cat keeps me up all night.”
“To be fair, I might be keeping you up all night too,” I tease, kissing her neck. I’m already getting hard again.
She giggles. “Yeah, yeah. Okay, let me text Merrill before we get going again and I forget.” She sits up and reaches for her purse, pulling out her phone. She types something in, pauses, laughs, and then types again. “She wants every detail,” she says when she puts her phone away.
“Are you going to tell her?” I ask, holding out my hands to help her up.
“I’ll tell her some things. Not every detail.”
“That’s a girl thing, right?”
She laughs, letting me lead her into the bathroom. “I guess so. You’re not going to tell any of your friends we spent the night together?”
I hesitate, glancing down at her. “I mean, no? Not because we’re keeping things quiet but because none of us would tell each other we had sex the night before. Maybe if it was something wild, like a night at a strip club or something, but with a girlfriend? Never.”
She pauses. “Am I officially your girlfriend now?”
“We talked about being exclusive, so I’d say so.” Now I’m the one hesitating because I’m not sure what her hesitation is about. “Don’t you want to be?”
“I do. I just want to make sure... Jordan, we weren’t great about communication in the past, so I’m trying to avoid that this time.”
I turn on the shower and nod. “That’s a good point. And yes, you’re my girlfriend. I just don’t know how that plays out in practice. In theory, it’s easy. We’re together. But bringing in friends and family will be harder.”
“You said your parents were willing to give me a chance.”
“Yeah, but they’re in Buffalo. We won’t see them unless we get to the second round of the playoffs. I see my friends and teammates every day.”
“So…you don’t want me to come around the team?”
“No, it’s not that.” I shake my head and pull her close. “I just don’t know how they’ll treat you. And I’ll be pissed if anyone is an ass.”
“You think that’s possible? You truly believe a group of professional athletes making millions of dollars a year is going to be openly hostile to their teammate’s girlfriend?”
“Not openly hostile but it’ll be more subtle.
Like the ladies not inviting you into the fold.
And they’re close, for the most part. There are different groups, like some of the older ladies are closer to Coach Petrov’s wife.
Chloe and Juliet have been best friends for years so they’re closer than some of the others.
Same with Scarlet and Tawny and then Eden and Zoe.
And Johan’s sister is married to Aiden. Her best friend is married to Anders. It’s convoluted.”
She blinks. “Well, I don’t typically have trouble making friends, but I have to take my cues from you in this instance.”
“Let me think about the best way to bring you in,” I say finally. “I might ask Jude’s opinion too. Now let’s shower so I can ravage you again.”
“I don’t even have a toothbrush.”
“Don’t worry, Chloe keeps a fully stocked guest room. Once we’re done in here, we can go get you whatever you need. And going forward, let’s go to a drug store and you can get a duplicate set of whatever you use most, like your makeup remover or whatever, so you can have it here.”
She looks startled but then nods. “All right.”
She gets into the shower and rests against me. “I’m scared, Jordan.”
“Don’t be scared.”
“I don’t want to repeat history.”
“Why would we?”
“I don’t know. My dad is still going to be a pain in the ass, and while I’m older now, they’re still my parents. I don’t want to just cut them off.”
“This time around, he doesn’t scare me. I can take care of myself. I’ll sit down with him, man to man, and show him that I’m not some dumb kid just looking to get laid. What you and I have is more than that. A lot more. And he knows damn well I can support you.”
She flushes. “Jordan, I don’t care about your money!”
“I know that, but it exists. I make a lot of money, and I don’t have much in the way of expenses right now.
That was done by design, to make up for the two years in the minors and to help me get back on my feet.
When it’s time to buy a house, we’re going to pay cash.
Stuff like that. I have a plan, baby. And once I explain that to your dad, it’s going to be okay. ”
She doesn’t look convinced. “You’ve forgotten how rigid he is.”
“I haven’t. But he doesn’t understand who I am now either. You just have to be prepared to stand up for yourself.”
She swallows, looking a little uncomfortable, but then nods. “I know. I will. Just give me a little time to come up with a plan of my own.”
“There’s no timetable, baby. Whatever you want to do.
If it’s easier, we can wait until the off-season, when I’m not thinking about hockey twenty-four-seven and you’ve graduated.
Then we can start making plans. By the time next season starts, we’ll basically have our shit together and everything will be fine. ”
Her eyes fill with tears. “Jordan.”
“What, baby? I told you, this isn’t a game. If we’re in this, we’re in it for good.” I kiss her forehead. “Trust me, Victoria.”
“I do.” Her voice is barely a whisper but I hear it.
And I love it.
Now that’s she’s mine, I’m never letting her go again.