Chapter 51 Cole
Cole
I’ve spent a lot of days in the last year feeling like things are wrong.
But today?
Today was a pretty fucking great day.
I get to stay on the team I love and chase a cup. I get to sign a new contract with the Nor’easters. And Cassie gets to achieve her biggest, boldest dream.
We barely make it through the front door of my house before I scoop Cassie up. She laughs, wrapping her legs tight around my waist as I carry her down the hall into the kitchen.
I gently drop her down on the kitchen counter.
Leaning in, my voice is rough against her ear. “Congratulations, 007. Now your job title matches the nickname. Agent to the top rookie in the league.”
Usually after a game, I come home and crash. But tonight I’m full of adrenaline.
Everything in me is focused on Cassie. I can’t stop staring at her like she’s a kind of miracle, a kind of dream. My sweet sunshine woman who’s going to conquer the world of sports without missing a beat or dropping her smile.
Her eyes are shining. “I can’t believe it. I did it. I’m an agent.”
“I can believe it. You’re fucking incredible, I ever tell you that? What you did today was amazing. You outmaneuvered everybody, and you did it without screwing anybody over.”
She raises her eyebrows, her smile all leisurely and pleasure-drunk. “Sometimes nice girls finish first.”
Heat rushes down my spine. “I’ll make sure of that tonight.”
“Bedroom?” she breathes.
My grin flicks up. “No. I promised you something sweet after the game. Didn’t deliver on that.”
“Cole, I don’t want dessert right now. I want—” A blush on her skin. “I want you.”
I move around the kitchen island to open Cassie’s cupboard where she keeps her baking stuff.
Damn, do I like that she has a corner of my house that I now think of as hers. I’d like to share this whole big house with her. Can’t wait for that day when she never has to go back home to her apartment.
Though the chaos of life as a hockey player and a sports agent might mean we have to spend some time apart, I want us to share the home we both return to.
Out of the cupboard, I grab the box of powdered sugar she uses for her cupcakes.
Her eyes glitter, mischievous. “That’s one of my baking ingredients, Cole.”
“I’ll buy you new ingredients. I’ll buy you a whole damn bakery if you want it.”
She laughs. “I think being an agent will keep me busy enough for now. I’m not looking for a side hustle.”
Grinning, I pop open the box and dip my fingers into the white sugar powder. It coats the tips of my fingers.
Her laugh fades, a transfixed look replacing her smile.
I bring my fingers to her mouth. Pressing against her, they leave a fine white print on the plump swell of her lips. A sugar kiss.
She moans, soft in her throat.
My other hand slides through her soft brown hair to gently grip her ponytail. I ease her head back and push my sugar-coated fingers a little further into her mouth.
She blinks in surprise as my fingers slide over her pretty lips, finding the warm, wet feeling of her tongue.
“Suck,” I order. “Clean up my fingers for me, sweetheart.”
Her lips close around my fingers. So damn obedient. So damn pretty. Heat coils hard in my cock, so hot and insistent it’s almost painful.
I openly groan at the sight, and she sucks harder. Eyes big and glittering.
She pulls away from my fingers with a pop.
“Sweet enough for you?” I ask, voice a rasp.
Her tongue traces her lips. It’s fucking sinful. “So sweet.”
“Then let me taste it.”
Greedily, I crush my lips against hers. My tongue slips into her mouth, and I kiss the sugar off her lips.
Deeper. Tasting her. Savoring her.
I draw back, panting.
“Arms up,” I instruct. She raises her arms, and I shimmy off her Nor’easters sweater, then peel off her t-shirt and bra. I do the same with her jeans and panties.
My eyes skate over her. Fuck, it’s like a fantasy come to life. Her naked on the counter while I stand fully clothed between her legs. She smiles up at me, totally unabashed, and good lord, is that confidence hot as hell.
“Thank you for fighting for my career tonight,” she breathes. “No one has ever fought for me like that before.”
“I know you can take care of yourself, but I don’t want you to always have to.
I want to take care of you, Cass.” I slide my fingers down between her legs, not breaking eye contact with her.
My nerves go goddamn electric when I feel how wet she already is.
“I’m going to take such good fucking care of you. ”
I shake out a little more powdered sugar onto my fingers and scatter it across her tits.
She yelps, head lolling back.
I take my time. For once since this started between us, I feel like we have all the time in the world.
So, I tease her.
I take her nipple in my mouth and suck until it’s stiff, and she’s writhing.
I kiss all over her chest, licking up every bit of sweetness.
Her hands grip my hair, pulling my head back.
“Please, Cole. I need—” Her sentence collapses into another moan as I graze my teeth over her nipple.
“Use your words, baby.”
“I—I want your tongue on me.”
“It is on you.”
It’s a little mean, but I want to hear her ask for exactly what she wants. I want to give it to her.
Because damn, has she earned it.
“No. I want your tongue on my—oh—between my legs. On my pussy.”
The words ignite me. “Shit, baby. So hot hearing you say that.”
Happily, I sink down. The view from here is unbelievable.
This is how I want her. All spread open and stunningly beautiful and desperate for my touch. Strong and independent, yes—always. But also, she’s mine. All mine.
I bury my face between her thighs, easing her open wider. Her legs come to rest on the crook of my elbows. I push my tongue over her pussy, and it’s like a damn drug.
“How do you taste so fucking good?” I say, and she whimpers in reply.
She twitches as I fix my mouth onto her clit, sucking and licking until her thighs are flexing helplessly around my shoulders, and I can feel she’s close.
“Those sounds drive me insane,” I tell her, raising my head for a moment. I enjoy the whimper of protest that leaves her mouth. “Nothing more beautiful than hearing you fall apart under my tongue.”
But I don’t want to tease her for too long. My tongue slides back over her clit and she gasps, her hips bucking up against me as I push two fingers into her, feeling the insanely tight stretch of her cunt around me.
I’m so hard it’s straining against my pants. But that’s not what I’m focused on right now. I just want to make her feel it. Down to her soul. Every bit of appreciation I have for her.
Her fingers grip my hair harder, and I love the pressure of it. “Cole, Cole, Cole,” she chants, her body tense and twitching.
“Just like that, baby,” I mutter against her skin, and she comes apart entirely. It’s fucking delicious—licking her through her release.
She screams my name so loud that I think the whole street knows she belongs to me.
And if the whole street, whole city, whole world knows Cassie is mine?
That makes me just about the happiest man in New England.