Chapter 26
~Deacon~
My favourite moment on the ice is the split second before scoring a goal.
The world around me slows, just for a heartbeat.
The crowd goes quiet, the sound of blades cutting through the ice and my own heavy breathing disappears.
A clear path opens between me and the net, dozens of possibilities suddenly melding into one obvious one.
Through a perfect storm of hard work, determination and pure luck, the stars align and all I have to do is follow through.
That’s what it feels like when Daley looks up at me, stripped bare of all the walls she’s tried to put between us, vulnerable and confused and so fucking beautiful she takes my breath away.
So, I take the shot.
My lips find hers and heat instantly flares between us, as though the fire we stoked all those months ago in Las Vegas never entirely went out but has only been waiting for a spark to reignite.
Daley melts against me, her arms circling my neck as I grab her waist and hitch her up onto the island counter, bringing her nearer to my height and letting us get even closer.
Her legs part around my hips and it all feels so damn right that she has to be feeling it too.
I need the words, though. Like the roar of the crowd or the red light flashing after a goal, I need to know nothing got in the way of my shot hitting its mark, so I break our kiss and look her straight in the eyes, our faces only inches apart.
“Forget about everything else right now and answer me honestly: do you want me to stay in River’s room?”
Her lips swollen and her green eyes dazed, Daley shakes her head. “No.”
Thank fuck.
“Where do you want me?”
“Inside me.”
Her eyes widen as if she can’t quite believe those words came out of her mouth, but she doesn’t take them back. Blood rushes to my cock so fast, the room starts spinning and I suck in a deep breath to keep my balance. “That sounds pretty damn good to me.”
Grabbing hold of her ass, I lift her up and head out of the kitchen, looking for her bedroom.
“Your supper…” Daley starts to protest but I cut her off with a shake of my head.
“Later. This can’t wait.”
The hunger ravaging my body has nothing to do with food, and based on the flush of her cheeks and the way her chest presses against mine with each pant, I’d bet anything she feels the same.
The first doorway I stop at is clearly River’s room.
Trophies and medals fill the shelves with pennants pinned to the walls.
It’s spotlessly clean and fresh-smelling, meaning she must have spent time preparing it for me, but I barely glance at it before carrying on to the room at the end of the hall, the one that just as obviously belongs to her.
The pale-yellow walls are feminine in an understated way, the jewellery neatly arranged on her dressing table practical as well as pretty.
Nothing is frilly or frivolous, but it feels warm, just like her.
“Tell me you’ve thought about me while lying in this bed,” I demand as I set her down on the edge of it and roughly pull her buttoned shirt over her head, not having the patience to undo it properly.
With Daley’s admission that she wants me, I’m greedy for more.
Just like the first night we met, the need is urgent and strong.
I want to do everything with her, to her, for her, all at once.
I want to know if she’s been fighting it for months, the same as I have, pretending it didn’t mean as much as it did to make it easier to get through the day, but giving into the fantasy when night comes.
“I have,” she admits, followed by a gasp as my teeth scrape against her shoulder. My hands find the back of her bra, unsnapping it while I nuzzle into her neck, the sound of Daley’s moans shooting straight to my cock. The restricted blood flow leaves me feeling lightheaded, almost drunk.
“Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”
I’m tugging her pants down before she can answer.
Her hips lift off the bed, helping me to get rid of her remaining clothing.
In not much more than a minute, we’ve gone from sitting at the dining table to her completely naked on her bed and I’m almost scared to breathe, afraid that I’ll somehow break the spell and she’ll close up on me all over again.
“Yes,” she breathes, her legs pressing together in search of friction.
“Show me.” I step back and start to pull off my own clothes, my eyes still fixed on her. “Give me a little preview, Mama.”
To my utter relief, her legs fall open, revealing the pussy I haven’t been able to wipe from my mind for the last three months. Gone is the woman who insisted we could only be friends, and in her place, the goddess I found at that bar in Las Vegas returns.
Her hand slips between her legs, her fingers sliding into her slit, coating themselves in her wetness before travelling back up to her clit.
Her exhale sends a shot of arousal through my body so strong that I have to unzip my jeans before they burst. My cock immediately expands into the additional space, and I pull it out of my underwear, giving myself a hard tug as my eyes stay fixed on Daley’s pussy.
“Condom… is in my bag,” I grit out, cursing the distance even though it’s literally only a few steps from where I am and the hall where I left it. “Keep touching yourself. Don’t stop.”
I get two strides towards the door before Daley’s voice stops me. “You don’t… you don’t need it on my account. Only if you want to.”
My cock jerks in anticipation as the words sink in. “Are you sure?”
The words sound gruff, scratching against my lust, and Daley’s lips sink into her lower lip, fighting back a whimper as her fingers continue to circle her clit.
She nods. “If you say we’re good, I trust you.”
Knowing the reputation a lot of hockey players have, a reputation she’s very aware of with her son being part of that world, it’s a leap of faith for her to place that faith in me.
It requires trust on my part too; I’ve heard plenty of stories from guys whose hook-ups try to convince them to ditch the condom, hoping for an accidental pregnancy with a millionaire.
Daley’s obviously not playing that game and I’m not messing around either. I haven’t been with a woman since Vegas and I had a full physical before the start of the season. There’s no reason for me to refuse her offer, so I don’t.
“Lie down,” I order. “Head on the pillow.”
Daley’s obedience makes me somehow even harder, and I spit roughly into my hand, using the saliva to lubricate my cock because nothing about this is going to be soft or slow.
Crawling onto the bed after her, I stay on my knees, gripping her hips and tilting them towards me so that my cock rests against her entrance.
Rubbing the tip through her wetness twice to ease my way even more, I push all the way into her, hard and deep.
“Deacon.” Daley moans my name, and even though my lips part in reply, no sound comes out. All my thoughts are on my throbbing cock wrapped in her welcoming heat. It’s better than I remembered, yet somehow, it feels like coming home.
Get out of your head, a voice in the back of my mind prompts. Focus on her.
Right. I’m not going to last long, not when it’s been months and I’m feeling her on my bare skin for the first time. She needs to come, that’s the goal, and everything else is a bonus.
With that in mind, my hand goes to her clit, rubbing in circles the same way she just did as I begin to stroke in and out of her.
My intent is to keep the pace slow but that lasts all of thirty seconds before need takes over again.
Daley’s fingers dig into the covers beneath her, her head thrown to one side.
“Yes. Please. Please, yes.”
My eyes track every twitch of her lips, every tightening of her body, until I’m sure I know exactly what affects her the most. My thrusts grow harder as my fingers rub and press on her clit and Daley’s legs begin to shake around me.
“Say my name again,” I instruct, or maybe I’m begging. Honestly, I don’t know. I just love the way she called me Deacon, even in bed. To most people, I’m Deke, but not to her. “Say it when you come.”
Her body contracts at the word and she once again obeys. “Fuck, Deacon, yes.”
Little shudders tremble down her body, and I let go of her clit, placing both hands on the mattress as I change the angle and let my lust completely take over.
Through the fog of my desire, I’m vaguely aware of her saying my name one more time before I come, my body flooding with pleasure as I empty myself deep inside her.