32. All About The Bed
32
ALL ABOUT THE BED
KYLIE
Seth kisses me softly, and I grip his hips, digging my fingers in, a silent request for him to kiss me harder. I don’t want gentle right now. I need the commanding hockey player I watched on the ice last night.
“I want you to make me scream, Seth,” I whisper against his lips.
My words seem to unleash something within him, and he deepens the kiss until I’m breathless and my lips feel swollen. He urges me to lie back, and I lean on my elbows, watching while he undoes the button at the top of my jeans and slides the zipper down. He yanks them down my legs along with my underwear, throwing them on the floor before returning to his original position, kissing down my abdomen while he swipes his thumb over my clit, causing me to moan loudly. Chuckling, he does it again, circling the spot while applying more pressure, and I fist the bed clothes in both hands. When he replaces his thumb with his mouth, I know it won’t be long before I come completely undone. Releasing the bedspread, I grip his hair in both hands, moving against him while he works me up with his mouth and fingers until I’m a quivering mess.
“Seth,” I scream his name when the orgasm rips through me, and he continues, working even harder while I wriggle against him, unsure if I’m trying to get closer or move away.
A second, smaller orgasm follows, and I feel like I’m floating, my body going limp while he kisses his way back up to my mouth. All the noise in my head that usually plagues me seems to go quiet when he’s working his magic on me, and it’s something I’ve never experienced in the bedroom before.
With his lips pressed to mine, he opens the drawer next to his bed, and I hear the familiar sound of a condom wrapper crinkling. I run my hand down his muscled torso and unbutton his fly, reaching inside his boxers and run my hand over him, and he groans softly against my lips when I squeeze.
“I need you, now,” he whispers, and I nod.
He removes his jeans and boxers quickly before rolling the condom on while he leans back against the bedhead, before pulling me over to straddle his legs. Guiding me down, I take a sharp breath as he slides inside me. Once I’ve adjusted to his size, he guides me to move, and I kiss him hard while we moan together at the sensation.
“Fuck. I dreamed about this.” Seth presses his mouth to my neck, nipping lightly while I pick up the pace, chasing another growing orgasm that is slowly building.
“So did I.” The words tumble from my lips, closely followed by a gasp when he lifts me up, lying me back and throwing my legs over his shoulders while he thrusts into me again.
Sex with Seth is like nothing I’ve experienced before. Perhaps it’s his stamina as a professional athlete, or the burning chemistry between us, but instead of tiring, it’s like his energy has increased. At this new angle, he is hitting the spot deep inside that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and he reaches between us to rub my clit again, my moans spurring him on .
“Come with me,” he commands, his voice hitching as he moves faster, and we both topple over the edge together.
Lowering my legs, he leans down to kiss me tenderly before rolling off and heading into the ensuite to get rid of the condom. Once we’re both cleaned up, I lay with my head resting on his chest, my leg slung over his hips while he glides his fingers up and down my spine.
“I could definitely get used to this,” I mutter, feeling gloriously tired and sore in all the right places.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Your bed is so comfy.” I roll onto my back and take up the other side of the bed while he laughs.
“Oh, so it really was just all about the bed?”
“Yep. Absolutely nothing to do with you. It was all just a way for me to get onto this bed.”
He moves over me quickly and nips at my neck. “Brat,” he says with another laugh, before scooting off the bed and reaching a hand out to me. “Come on, let’s go have that dinner.”
After taking one look inside Seth’s fridge and seeing all the super healthy food, I’ve realised I could not be a professional athlete. I like chocolate too much.
I do my best not to outright eye-fuck him while he makes us a simple dinner of chicken breast and vegetables. I thought Seth in a jersey and backwards facing cap was hot… But Seth in grey sweatpants and no shirt is way better.
“So you’re going to speak to your aunt this week about that job?”
I’m pulled from my rather risqué daydreams, doing my best not to stare at his ass while he is cooking, when Seth slides my plate across the bench where I am sitting.
“Yeah. I think it could be fun. Won’t know until I try, I guess.” I pick up the knife and fork he handed me earlier while he takes his seat beside me.
“It’s only for three months, though, right? Didn’t you say that last night?” He avoids looking my way, staring down at his plate instead.
I finish chewing and swallow slowly, peering over at him. “Is that your way of asking how long I’m staying?” He shrugs, keeping his eyes on his food. “I booked a return flight in three months, yeah. But I can always change the date if I need to.”
He nods, but continues to look anywhere but at me.
“Seth, can you please look at me?” Warm brown eyes finally meet mine. “If you want me to stay longer, you can just ask.”
He shakes his head. “No, I can’t. I can’t ask you to do anything that would upend your life… Taking it slow, remember?”
I place my hand on his arm and give it a light squeeze. “Everything with us has always been a whirlwind. And your feelings are just as important as mine.”
He holds my gaze for a few moments. “How about we table this conversation for something less dramatic? I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I nod, not sure how to feel about the line of conversation. We both eat without speaking for a few minutes, until I finally crack, unable to handle the silence between us.
“How long will you be away for?”
“It’s a five game road trip. We’re headed to Florida, New York and New Jersey. So we’re away just over ten days,” he replies.
“Oh wow. Are all your trips that long?” I knew he had to travel a lot, but hadn’t realised how long the trips were, and I feel a little disappointment growing in the pit of my belly.
“That’s one of the longer ones. Sometimes it’s just two or three days, but when we play further away, it usually ends up combining a few teams.” He looks over at me again. “When we get back from this trip, we’re around for a week, then a couple of over nighters or two-day trips. We aren’t due for another longer road trip until just before Christmas, then we have the week off between Christmas and the New Year’s Eve game here.”
“You’re going to have to give me your calendar… I can tell I’m going to have trouble keeping track of when we can see each other,” I reply, looking down at my plate.
He moves to take my chin in his hand, turning my face so that I’m forced to meet his gaze. “We will make this work. It just might not look like what you’re used to in other relationships. But we can pave our own way through this… If you still want to try, that is?”
I give a brief nod, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I want to be with you. Just wrapping my head around it all. If I take this job with my aunt, I may be travelling on the days you’re in town, though. What if we never get to see each other?”
He moves closer and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We will find a way. We are on the same continent, at least for a few months. That’s got to count for something.”
We return to our dinner, but I can’t ignore the feeling that whatever is happening between us is going to be a lot harder than I first thought.
A few hours later, Seth pulls up in front of my grandparents’ house and turns to face me. “I meant what I said earlier. We will make this work, okay?”
He seems so confident, but I can see the apprehension in his eyes.
I reach over and take his hand. “I know we will.”
He’s quiet for a few moments, then something inside him seems to snap, and he pulls me closer, pressing his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss, which I return with equal hunger.
When we finally break apart, he presses his forehead to mine and we sit in silence for a moment, our eyes closed while we both catch our breath .
“I wish I wasn’t going away. I just want us to spend more time together.”
“We’ll find a balance. It can’t all be like it was on tour if we’re going to make this something more,” I say, before kissing him again, gentler this time.
He threads his fingers through my hair, holding me close. The tenderness behind this kiss sets off the butterflies in my stomach again, and has me wishing that we were lying in bed together, able to explore where it takes us. But the night is growing later and Seth has an early flight to catch, so we reluctantly pull apart.
I let him walk me to the front door, and after another, all too brief kiss, I wave him off from the front door, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach.
“How did it go with Seth yesterday?” Adele curls up on the couch next to me while I work on some admin tasks for Will while waiting for him to call.
“Great. I’m a bit bummed he’s not around for the next week and a half, though.” I focus on my computer, attempting to seem like it doesn’t worry me as much as it does.
Adele sees straight through me, though. “As someone who is in a long distance relationship, let me just say, it takes work, but it’s definitely worth it. And you’ll have the off season to spend time together.”
“I’m only here for three months, remember? Isn’t the off season in like June or something?” I may have done some Googling.
“You’re not locked in to anything. You can always push your return date back. Or just not go back. I vote for not going back.” She wriggles closer and gives me a one-armed hug. “I am really enjoying having you here, so I’m probably being selfish, but I want you to stay. And I can tell from how Seth was looking at you the other night that this isn’t just a fling for him. I think you should stay.”
“He wouldn’t ask me to stay last night when I asked him.” I don’t know why that bugs me so much, but it has stuck with me, an annoying whisper in the back of my mind.
“Give it time. This is just as big of a deal for him as it is for you.”
As I go to reply, my laptop starts making ringing noises, and Will’s name pops up.
“Oh yay, my second favourite cousin,” Adele says after I hit the Accept button.
“What’s this second favourite nonsense? Has Kylie turned you against me?” Will’s smiling face fills the screen.
“She’s here. That bumped her up into first position. Sorry, not sorry.” Adele shrugs, and my brother laughs.
“Where are you? That doesn’t look like your place in the background,” I say, squinting at the screen and trying to work out where he is.
He moves the camera closer so that all I can see is him. “Nowhere important. I have news.”
Getting the distinct impression that there might be a hook-up occurring that he doesn’t want me to know about, I narrow my eyes.
“Okay, you’re being weird, but I’ll allow it. What’s your news?”
“I’ve booked my flights. I’m coming for three weeks over Christmas and New Year’s.”
Adele claps her hands and bounces in her seat next to me. “Yay! I get you both for Christmas? This is the best year ever! We’re going to have such an amazing time. And you can meet Kylie’s new boyfriend.”
“Kylie’s new what, now?” Will’s eyebrows have risen so high, it’s a miracle we can see them anymore.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I reply, glaring at Adele .
She shrugs, not looking even slightly apologetic. “Oh boy, do we have some stories for you, William. Our Kylie here is dating an NHL superstar.”
“What? How? You’ve only been there a week!”
I sigh before explaining everything about Seth, and by the time I’m finished, Will’s expression has changed from confused to concerned.
“Well, I guess I better meet this guy.”
“You are not meeting him to pass judgement on him, mister. He’s a nice guy.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Why did I think my family would be cool about this?