83. Amelia
EIGHTY-THREE
AMELIA
I care about every game I’ve ever coached, but the stakes were higher tonight.
With a bedroom wager on the line, I pulled out all the stops. I called plays with a heavy focus in the offensive zone. Our forwards ran attack triangle after attack triangle. They supported the puck carrier, and it’s the best we’ve looked all season.
It also helped us snag the win.
I’m giddy after I dismiss the players, and Darcy stops me on my way out of the arena.
“Coach,” she calls.
“Hey, Darcy.” I smile and head her way, tucking my keys in my purse. “What’s up?”
“Great win.” She holds out her palm for a handshake, and I take it. “We have two days before we match up against New York, and for personal reasons, I’m hoping we can replicate tonight’s intensity when we’re back on home ice.”
“Not to sound like I’ve found the key to all the success in the world, but this is about the time in the season when a team really starts to mesh together.
We’ve worked out the kinks. We’ve found the lines that work.
With Thorne’s leadership and Hartwell’s power at the crease, we’re right where I want us to be.
” I lean in close. “Speaking off the record, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we take down your ex.
No sloppy passes. No lagging over the blue line. They’re going to look great.”
“Thanks for your discretion.” Darcy beams and rolls her shoulders back. “I don’t give a shit what anyone—especially a man—thinks about me, but bragging rights after a solid victory would be a nice bookend to the legal hell that man put me through.”
“I’ve got you.” I give her another smile. “Get home safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With a wave, I walk to the visitors’ parking garage. I climb in my car and wonder if Grant is already on his way home. I tap his name on my phone, and the call connects over Bluetooth.
“There’s the winner.” His voice crackles over speakerphone, and I’m lighter from the sound of it. “Are you going out to celebrate with your coaching staff?”
“Nope. There are more important things on the agenda. Are you still at the arena?”
“Already halfway home. I’ll be waiting for you to get here.”
“Halfway home? Did Saunders not give you all an earful after that loss? We beat you by four goals.”
“Wow. Rub it in, why don’t you?” His chuckle fills the cab of my car. “No earfuls. He told us we know what we need to fix, so we need to fix it. Think he’s turning soft in his old age.”
“That, or he has your sister waiting at home for him. He’ll punish you all tomorrow,” I say.
“Dammit.” Grant groans. “Not you too, Lia. I get enough of the brother-in-law comments from my teammates. I don’t need you joining in.”
“I couldn’t help myself. I’m riding the high from this win.”
“Hurry up and get home so you can ride me.”
I laugh at the joke, but it does encourage me to go five over the speed limit. “I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
The drive is quick in the late-night hour. It doesn’t take me long to turn into our long driveway and park in the garage. I close the door behind me and hop out of my car, excitement brewing when I hustle into the house.
“Grant?” I toe off my heels and drop my purse in the mudroom. I’ll put them away later. More important things await. “Are you awake?”
“Bedroom,” he says from the second floor, and I take the stairs two at a time.
The lights in our room are off. Dozens of candles cover the dressers and end tables, and Grant is on the bed in nothing but my jersey and a pair of white compression shorts.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of him stretched out on the mattress with his hands behind his head.
He grins my way, and that’s when I realize he’s turned the jersey backward so my name is on the front.
“Hi,” I whisper.
“Hey, Lia. Great win.”
“I was motivated.”
“I would’ve worn this even if you lost, but you were extra cute on the bench tonight. I’ve never seen you so focused,” he says.
“Positive reinforcement, I guess.” I slip off my blazer and drape it over the chair that sits in the nook area of the room. “Should I join you?”
“Let me see what you’re wearing under those clothes.” Grant’s eyes twinkle. “What color did you go with today?”
I slowly unbutton my blouse, glad when his attention stays on me. My shirt falls off my arms, and I work on my slacks next. The drag of the zipper is loud in the quiet room, and Grant scoots to the edge of the bed for a better look.
“Green,” I say, showing off the lingerie I put on under my outfit tonight. It’s fancier than what I normally wear, but I like dressing up for special occasions. A matchup against Grant is always a special occasion. “What do you think?”
“I love it. I love you. Come here, baby. Let me touch you.”
He holds out his hand and I take it, stepping toward him. He runs his palms up my thighs, whining when he plays with the bow on the front of my underwear. I sigh at the weight of his touch then straddle his lap, a leg on either side of his hips.
“You know I normally love foreplay.” I kiss his jaw then his neck. His hold on me tightens, the tips of his fingers pressing right into the softest part of my curves. “But maybe we can skip to the main act? You look good wearing my name, Everett, and I want to take advantage of it.”
“You’re in control.” His hand moves up my spine to my ponytail. He pulls my hair free, letting the strands spill over my shoulders in the soft waves I went with tonight. “I do want to get you off first. I thought about eating you out the entire second intermission.”
“Only the second intermission?” I stumble over the words when Grant yanks down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts.
He squeezes them with both hands, his thumbs teasing over my pebbled nipples.
They’ve been hard all night. “What’s a girl gotta do to have your attention during the first intermission too? ”
“You have to know you always have my full attention. Every play.” He bends, taking one nipple in his mouth.
His teeth clamp down, and I gasp. “Every second.” His lips move to the other side of my chest, repeating the action.
I arch my back and wiggle in his lap. “Every goddamn minute of my life, Lia.”
“Pretty profound.” I rub over the head of his cock. I feel his pre-cum through his shorts, and I smile when he bites my collarbone in restraint. “I’m going to start wearing more lingerie under my game day clothes. I want you thinking about my ass when you leave for the arena.”
“This ass?” Grant lifts me and gives my left cheek a smack. Heat stirs in my belly, and he soothes over the sting with his knuckles. “Your ass in tiny underwear is a detriment to my health. Take them off, Lia.”
He stands and sets me on the edge of the bed. He pushes my legs apart and drops to the ground in front of me. I shove the underwear down, laughing when he wraps them around his fist.
“Doing something with those later?” I ask.
“I might,” he says. “The night is young. We’ll see where we end up.”
I put my hands on the sheets and lean back, watching Grant find a comfortable position.
Up on his knees, he’s at the perfect height to touch me.
With his eyes on me, he scoots forward and spits on my pussy.
He smears the saliva over my entrance and clit, not giving me a second to prepare for the stretch of three of his fingers before he pushes inside.
We’ve been together so many times at this point, but I’m still tight. I still groan at the ceiling. My body welcomes him, rejoices in him, and it only takes a beat before I’m resting my leg over his shoulder.
“Feels so good,” I mumble, lust-drunk already. I’m addicted to him. Even more so when he teases my clit with the tip of his tongue. Not enough to make me come, but enough to want to beg. “Stay there, please.”
And he does. Grant starts slow at first, a quick lick before he pulls away and prioritizes his fingers. But then his mouth is back on me. He’s sucking on my clit and spitting on me again, and it’s a filthy combination I like so much.
The pleasure starts to build when he touches my breasts.
It crescendos when he goes to four fingers, his torso folded over my thighs so he can get nice and deep.
I can hear how wet I am, and I jolt when he hits the perfect spot inside me.
Grant groans. His rhythm changes to fast and hard, and he’s never used his fingers like this before.
“Do you want to come?” he asks right against my entrance, and when I only nod, he slaps my pussy. I cry out, hands gripping his shoulders to prevent myself from grinding on his face. “Words, baby. Tell me.”
“Yeah. Yes.” I lick my lips, aching for it. I want to come, but I also want what happens next. “And then I want to ride you while I face you. I want to see my name when you come.”
“Shit.”
Grant falters, but he picks his pace back up. He gets me there with his mouth and his fingers. Each swirl of his tongue has me closer, and then, it’s fireworks.
The full-body orgasm makes me clench around his hand. He stays in place as I fuck his fingers, rolling my hips to chase the sensation all the way to the finish line. I pinch my nipples, the stimulation from both places enough to make me go limp as the gratification starts to subside.
There’s no chance to catch my breath. Grant stands and peels off his compression shorts. He sits next to me on the bed and picks me up so I’m facing him again. I hold myself above his cock, my movements lazy as he unhooks my bra and leaves me totally naked.
“Ready?” he asks, and I smile.
“Been ready since we scored the first goal tonight,” I say, and he lifts his hips with a deep laugh.
The thick tip of his cock pushes inside me.
I know nothing about this is going to be gentle, and I hold on to my jersey when he sinks halfway in.
I touch the letters of my last name when he buries himself all the way to the hilt.
I’m unbelievably full, delirious when I push off him before slamming back down on his length.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, a garbled mess of words following it. “Look at my girl taking what she wants. That’s so good, baby. Whatever you need.”
It doesn’t take long for the stretch to turn mind-numbing and perfect. I work him up and down, riding Grant like my life depends on it. He surprises me with a thrust, pounding into me while he holds me in place.
“I want you to come in me,” I say. “You’ll be wearing my jersey, and I’ll be full of your cum.”
“Does it get any better than that?” Grant brings his mouth to my shoulder and sucks on my skin. He’s going to leave behind a hickey I’ll be able to hide with my blazer, and I like that he’s being a little careless. “Sounds like something we should do every night.”
I trip over a laugh. The rough drive of his hips slapping against mine is enough to do me in. The finger on my clit helps too, but it’s more of being swept up in the profound way he loves me. I fall apart again, my thighs quaking as ecstasy hits.
Grant follows, my name a panted exultation when he spills inside me. He doesn’t let me move, holding me in place as he pumps his hips two more times, making sure to not waste a drop. We both struggle to stay upright, our bodies reaching the point of exhaustion after a long day.
Still, he presses a kiss on my cheek, then my mouth. He rubs my neck, gentle when he pulls out of me. I’m hollow and empty without him, a feeling I don’t enjoy, but he’s quick to position us on the mattress where he pulls me into his chest.
“That was incredible.” I close my eyes. My muscles start to relax, and I’m seconds away from sleep. “Best sex of my life.”
“Going to buy three hundred jerseys so I can wear one every day.” Grant puts his hand on the back of my head, stroking my tangled hair. “My own jerseys aren’t going to be nearly as fun.”
“I’ve never worn one of your jerseys,” I say. “Does that bother you?”
“Baby. You’re full of my cum.” He cups my pussy and swipes his thumb over a drop of release he left behind. “You got a tattoo for me. I sleep next to you every week. You don’t ever have to wear my jersey.”
I’d think I’d like to.
I think I’d like to walk around the house with nothing but his name on my back.
“We’ll see.” I yawn. “I’m going to attempt to take a shower and then get in bed. I’m crashing after the win and those orgasms, and if I don’t move now, I’m never moving.”
“Not true. That’s why you have me.”
Grant rolls off the bed and stands. He slides his arms under me, and I laugh when I’m airborne.
“I knew you were good for something, Everett.” I touch his cheek and the smile that sits right on the curve there. “I love you, you know. I love that I get to go against you during games and then come home and have you like this.”
“I love you too, Lia.” He yawns too and kicks open the door to our bathroom. “Bath or shower?”
“Shower. But only because if I take a bath, I’d absolutely fall asleep in there.”
“And if you did, I’d get you out and bring you to bed.” Grant pinches my hip when he sets me on two feet so he can turn on the shower. “I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
He does have me.
My heart, my body, my mind.
He might’ve worn my jersey for the theme night tonight, but he’s always going to be my hero.