31. Wes
Chapter thirty-one
Wes
“Hey, man,” Sebastian greets me when I step into the locker room a week later.
“You’re back.”
“Got in yesterday evening. Sad I couldn’t come back a week earlier for Cap’s baby shower, but it is what it is. Still a little jet-lagged, but I figured it would be good to get back into the routine sooner rather than later.”
“Makes sense.” I tug off my shirt and shorts and grab practice gear from where it’s hung in my stall, and start getting dressed.
“I heard a rumor,” he says a few minutes later.
“This rumor made it all the way to England?”
Let me guess.
“I heard you were engaged. Didn’t even realize you were dating anyone, mate.”
“It’s true.” I go back to lacing up my skates.
“Hey, guys,” Elias says, strolling into the locker room.
“You guys see the latest pictures of Brody’s daughter? Abby looks like her momma,” I say.
Brody and Aubrey had their little girl a few weeks ago, at the end of June.
I’d have been at the hospital the minute Brody called me, but they asked for no visitors, aside from Aubrey’s two sisters, who were there during the birth, and I’ve respected their wishes, reluctantly.
I get it. I do. I am hoping they’re up for guests soon.
I’m excited to meet my newest niece. Brody sent me a bunch of pictures, which have helped, but I can’t wait to meet her in person, get to hold her.
“Yeah, she’s adorable,” Eli says.
He gets a faraway look in his eye. What’s that about? Especially after his comment at the baby shower about being a bachelor for life. If Hadley wasn’t waiting for me, I’d stay and ask him about it, but that’ll have to be a conversation for another day.
“Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta get out there. My girl’s waiting for me.” I stand, grabbing my stick. “Let’s plan to get beers and catch up. I want to hear all about your summers.”
With a wave, I head out of the locker room and toward the ice, where Hadley is.
“Hey, tornado,” I greet her when I spot her sitting behind the bench chatting with Bristol Jackson, our video coach. “Hey, Coach.”
“Good to see you, Reynolds. Hadley was filling me in on what you all were up to today.”
“Bristol and I were also exchanging numbers so we can hang out. She was telling me she still doesn’t have many friends even though she’s been here since the middle of last season.” Hadley frowns. “I wish I’d known sooner.”
“Sorry, Coach.” I grimace.
Shit. I didn’t even think about it. I guess I always figured the coaches had their own families and friends and that they spent enough time with us during the long season that they wouldn’t want to spend even more time with us outside of work.
Brody, well, he’s unique because he used to be a teammate and is one of our best friends.
And then, of course, Coach Weaver is Madison’s dad, so he’s going to be around.
I didn’t even think about Coach Jackson being new to town, and since she arrived late in the season, family day had already passed, and it never crossed my mind that she might not have anyone.
Shit.
“It’s fine.” She waves a hand around. “Honestly, it’s no big deal. But it was nice to meet you,” she says to Hadley. “I hope you’ll share the pictures.”
“What pictures? What’d we miss?” Sebastian asks as he and Eli make their way over.
I start to tell them to butt out, but I don’t get that far.
“There you are,” Ansley says, stepping out from the hallway. “We had an appointment,” she says to Eli, crossing her arms over her chest. “We need to talk about the segment we’re filming together next week.”
He hangs his head. “Shit.”
“I’ll do it,” Sebastian says, glancing between the two of them.
“No.” Elias levels Sebastian a look that has me stifling a laugh.
What is going on there?
“Fine. Fine. Sorry, mate.” Sebastian puts up his hands in surrender. “I’m just gonna …” He points toward the ice but doesn’t wait for anyone to respond, simply hops over the boards and skates away.
Good call, man.
Good call.
I turn back to where Ansley and Elias are having a staring contest.
“Fine,” Ansley says, looking away. “You might as well skate since you’re already dressed for it, but then afterward come to my office. I’m not chasing you around.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Elias salutes her before he hops over the boards too and skates away.
She shakes her head at him, then turns her attention to the rest of us. “What?”
“Nothing,” I mutter, glancing at Hadley, who is fiddling with her camera, trying to act as though she’s not interested in what’s going on, but I see the way she’s biting the corner of her lip. She wants to say something. She’s probably wondering the same thing I am.
“You need me, Ansley?” I ask.
“No.” She blows out a breath, shooting a glare in Elias’s direction. “Unless you can talk some sense into him.”
“Huh?” I scratch my head.
She waves me away. “Nothing. Never mind. Besides, I can handle grumpy broody hockey players.” With that, she turns and goes back the way she came.
“I’m gonna go too,” Coach Jackson says, standing. “See y’all around.”
“Bye, Coach,” I say as she walks away.
“Was that? Did that …” Hadley asks when we’re alone.
“I thought the same thing.” I shrug. “Come on, let’s get this show on the road.”
She follows me toward the ice, and I unlatch the half door so she can step out. No way am I going to ask her to jump over the boards.
She spends the next hour directing me on how and where to skate. Shots she wants. We even get Elias and Sebastian involved at one point for a few group action photos.
She’s in her element in the way she lines up the shots and directs us where to go.
I wonder if the Storm is hiring, because I think she’d be a great addition to the team. Not that I know anything about taking photographs for the Storm besides what I’ve observed from our team photographers.
Is it selfish of me that I want her to work for the team? That I want her to stay here?
With me.
I want her forever.
I am one hundred percent in love with Hadley.
I want her to be my real fiancée.
And then my wife.
Is it too fast? Too soon? I don’t know, but it’s how I feel.
I just hope she feels the same way.
“Want to see the pictures Becca sent me earlier today of Hazel? She’s so adorable.” Hadley asks me as I’m eating the last bite of dinner later that evening. She’s on her feet and going over to the island to grab her phone before I can answer.
“You’ve had new photos of my niece for how long and haven’t shown me? Of course I want to see them.”
“She only sent them this morning. I wasn’t going to bust them out at the rink.” She starts to sit back in her seat, but I push my chair away from the table and snag her around the waist, pulling her into my lap. “This is better,” I murmur into her hair before planting a kiss on her neck.
She unlocks her phone and flips through the images of Hazel. Normally, I’d be giving my full attention to photos of my favorite tiny human, but I’m a little distracted right now. Did not think this through. I wrap my arms around her, palming her tits and burying my head in her neck.
“I thought you wanted to see pictures.”
“Mmmm, this is better.”
She shifts in my lap, and my dick starts to harden at the feel of her warmth. We may both be fully clothed, but I know what she feels like, what she looks like naked, and so does my dick. And he wants her. I want her.
She sets her phone down on the table before brushing her hair off her shoulder. I take advantage of her bare skin in front of me and nip along her neck, loving the sounds she makes when I suck on the spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
“Are you wet for me, tornado? Aching for me?” I run a finger along the edge of her shorts, eliciting a shiver from her.
“Always, Wes. Always.”
“Is that an invitation?” My fingers find the button on her shorts.
“Yes, please.” She pushes my hand aside and deals with the button and zip herself.
“Someone is impatient today.”
“I’ve been impatient since I had to watch you skate around for hours and couldn’t touch you.”
I hum. “My girl is turned on by me skating. Got it.” I slide a hand into her underwear, swiping a finger along her clit.
She groans, and I take that as an invitation to continue. “Lift up,” I say, taking my hand out from between her legs. She does, and between the two of us, we manage to push her shorts and underwear down. “Spread your legs,” I tell her when she’s sitting back on my lap.
She hooks her legs around the outside of mine, giving me more access.
“I wish I could see what you look like spread out for me like this.” I circle a finger around her clit.
“Please,” she whines.
“Do you want to watch?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless. “There’s a mirror in my room.”
Not needing to be told twice, I stand, taking her with me, and march the short distance to her bedroom.
I plop down on the end of the bed, facing the full-length mirror on the opposite wall that I put up for her a few weeks ago, thanking past us for hanging it up.
Did not think we’d be using it for this, but I’m not complaining.
My dick gets harder at the sight of her spread out on my lap. “Take your top off.”
She yanks her shirt off and discards it on the floor.
“Play with your tits, and watch me make you fall apart on my fingers.” I lazily stroke a finger through her pussy lips.
She stares at me through the mirror, plucking her nipples as she grinds against my hand.
I close my eyes for a second, trying to get a hold of myself. Between her being naked, the way she’s moving against me, and being able to see everything in the mirror, I don’t know if I’m going to keep it together. I’ve never come in my pants. Tonight might be a first for me.
I stroke first one finger, then a second, in and out of her as she plays with her nipples. I shift so I can use my thumb on her clit.
“Fuck,” she huffs out, throwing her head back against my chest.
“Eyes on me.”
She peers at me in the mirror for a second before she shifts her attention to where I’m touching her.
“Do you hear how wet you are for me?” I slide my fingers all the way out and then back in, curving to hit her G-spot before pulling my fingers out, an idea forming in my head.
“Grab your vibrator.”
“Wha—”
“Do it.” I tip my chin toward the nightstand, where I know she keeps it.
She crawls off me to grab it, and I can’t help slapping her ass when she shakes it at me.
“Wes,” she husks out, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“You like that?” I push down my shorts and pull off my shirt, needing to feel her skin against mine.
“Nope,” she sasses, situating herself in front of where I’m sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread out.
“Don’t lie to me.” I lean down and kiss along her neck.
“Or what?” she asks, wiggling against my hard dick trapped between her back and my body.
I grip her hips. “We can stop this right now.” I start to move my hands.
“Don’t you dare, Weston A. Reynolds.” She grabs my hand and guides it between her legs.
“Use the vibrator on your clit, baby. And watch me fuck you in the mirror.”
She does, bucking against me and letting out the sexiest noises I’ve ever heard. I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep from coming against her back at the sight. She’s magnificent. Why have I not tried this before? This might be my new favorite show.
It doesn’t take long between the vibrator and my fingers before her pussy is squeezing me so hard, and she’s yelling out my name. I stroke her through her orgasm before pulling my fingers out. I make sure she’s still watching me, then I bring them to my mouth and lick them clean.
She groans, turning in my hold and pushing against me. I shift up the bed so I can lie down, and she climbs on top of me.
“Are you going to ride me, cowgirl?” I ask as she hovers over me.
“I am.” She starts to lower herself. “Shit.” She lifts back up, her eyes wild. “Condom.”
“I got tested a few months ago. Annual physical. I can show you the papers if you want. I haven’t been with anyone since the test except for you.
” The words are out before I can stop them.
“I’ve never been bare inside of any woman, not that there have been many.
” Never wanted to risk getting anyone pregnant who I wasn’t sure was my forever.
But Hadley. She’s my forever. There won’t be any other woman for me.
“But I can go get a condom if you’re not comfortable.
” I’d never do anything she wasn’t on board with.
“I’m on birth control. And I got tested after I broke up with Henry.” She cringes. “Not that I thought he was cheating on me or anything. I just wanted to be sure everything was okay. There hasn’t been anyone since.”
“Whatever you want. It’s your call.”
“I want to feel you inside of me with nothing between us.”
Thank fuck.
I help guide her down on top of me, both of us groaning when she sinks all the way down. She swirls her hips, getting used to my size, and I squeeze my eyes shut, staving off my orgasm.
Wanting to enjoy this.
Never wanting it to end.