Chapter 48
NOVA
I made my way down to the side of the rink to the home player benches and watched as Jay skated over to me. He came to a showy stop, ice spraying up beneath his skates, and tugged off his helmet.
Panting hard, his chest rising and falling, his appreciative gaze roamed over me. “Fuck, Nova. Look at you.”
“You like this?” I did a slow spin, allowing him to see his surname and the number twenty-six emblazoned across my back.
Dropping his helmet and stick, he leaned in, sliding his mouth over mine. “Very, very much.” Stealing another kiss, he lowered his voice so we wouldn’t be heard by any of the others around us. “You know what would be even better? You in just my jersey. Nothing else. Just for my eyes.”
“I think that can be arranged.” My cheeks were flushing at the heat in his gaze. I’d hoped that he would appreciate seeing me in his hockey jersey, but the way he was looking at me…
“Fuck.” Peeling off his gloves, he rubbed his hand over his face. “I can’t think of this now. Not while I have to go in there—” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the locker rooms. “—and be around the rest of my teammates.”
I laughed, breaking some of the thick sexual tension between us. “Okay, I get it. We’ll behave for now. Think of unsexy things.”
“That’s a bit difficult with you standing there looking like that,” he muttered.
“Um…your sister texted me. Something about her sending a photo of us to your nani, who apparently thinks we make a lovely couple.”
“Mention my relatives. Yeah, that’ll do it.” He grimaced, but it quickly turned into a smile. “Alright. I’m gonna go and shower as quick as I can. Wait for me?”
“Of course.”
He brushed another quick kiss over my lips before leaving to join his teammates. When he reached the doors, he turned back, flashing me a bright grin, and butterflies erupted in my belly. This gorgeous man was all mine.
I was still smiling when my phone lit up with another text.
Alek:
I know you said you were fine but I was thinking of you, and I wanted you to know my offer to come and see you still stands. If you need me, just say the word. I mean it
Me:
I’m fine. I promise. Better than fine. I love you for offering and you know how much I miss you, but uni comes first. We’ll make up for it in the holidays
Alek:
OK. Text me if you need anything. I miss you too
Me:
I will. Same goes for you
I’d been keeping Aleksi up to date with everything that had been happening, and it had taken all my persuasion skills to stop him from rushing straight back to Cranham when he heard the news about Igor Volkov.
But it was clear to me that he was happy in Alstone, happier than I’d ever known him to be, and there was no way on Earth I’d ever drag my best friend back here into the twisted mess of my world.
As much as I missed him, he was better off far away from Cranham.
We both had a chance at happiness now, and I wanted him to make the most of it, just as I was.
I slipped my phone into the pocket of my jeans and made my way through the rink to the main entrance, greeting several of my friends and acquaintances as I passed.
It all felt so…normal. It was weird to think that only two weeks had passed since my kidnapping, and life was continuing on as if nothing had ever happened.
I couldn’t complain. My life had been turned upside down in the best way.
My parents hadn’t even shown any indication that they cared when they’d discovered Jay and I were together.
In my father’s eyes, I’d lost my use to him as a pawn in his business schemes, and the only comment I’d received from him was that at least I’d chosen someone useful to the syndicate.
My mother had muttered something about expecting the clinic to give her discounted treatments from now on.
Even rich people loved a bargain, apparently.
It was a far better outcome than I could have imagined.
The fact that I got to be with the man I loved, with no strings attached…
If my parents were apathetic about our relationship, that was good enough for me.
My only worry was that my twin would somehow get caught up in it and be expected to make a match that would strengthen the Thorpe Syndicate’s position.
I knew Ryker was expected to marry someone suitable, but I just hoped he wouldn’t end up in the same kind of situation I’d been stuck in.
Speaking of my brother…his head appeared above the crowd of students and locals milling around, his eye catching mine. “Hi.”
“Hi. Want to do brunch on Sunday? And then cross-country running? I need some quality time with my twin.”
“Yeah, alright. Just us, okay? Leave your shadow.”
“I’ve been relegated to a shadow, have I?” An arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against a hard body. “I don’t know if I should be offended.”
“Be offended.” Ryker smirked at Jay. “Nah, you can come if you want.”
“Thanks, but I told Anton I’d go to look at cars with him. There’s some supercar event near Oxford.”
My mouth fell open. My boyfriend and former fiancé were spending time together? Really?
I twisted around to look up at Jay. “You’re going to hang out with Anton? You? On your own? Voluntarily?”
He shrugged, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in my surprise. “Yeah. I dunno, I felt bad after everything that happened, and…I realised I’d never really given him a proper chance.”
“Because you were a jealous fucker,” Ryker interjected.
“Whatever. My point is, he has three cars…I think…and he’s looking to add to his collection. I saw an online ad for the event, so I thought it might be a good way to extend an olive branch.”
I shook my head. “Bloody hell. I can’t believe this.”
“Me neither. I’m honestly not sure if we’ll get through it without bloodshed, but it’s worth a try, right? Team bonding, and all that.”
Ryker snorted. “Better brush up on your non-existent supercar knowledge if you want to find some common ground.”
“I’m fucked, aren’t I?” My boyfriend groaned dramatically. “I don’t know about any of that shit. What possessed me to suggest it?”
“Well, I think it’s a good idea.” I pressed a kiss to his jaw. “If it all goes south, you can come and join me and Ry for some sparring.”
“Or you could help me work out my tension another way—”
“Hard limit.” My brother held up his hands. “I’m out of here. See ya later.”
When he was gone, Jay trailed his nose up the side of my throat, his breath hot on my skin. “Speaking of getting out of here…let’s go. I’ve been waiting too long to get you alone.”
“Fuck, princess.” Sprawling back on his sheets, Jay lazily stroked his thick cock as his hot gaze dragged over my body. Precum glistened under the low light, and my mouth watered. He groaned. “Look at you.”
“You like it?”
“When I said I wanted you in nothing but my jersey… My imagination was so fucking lacking compared to the real thing. Come here.” He crooked a finger at me. “I want you on top of me.”
I want you on top of me.
Those words were like a direct line to my pussy, a hot throb that made me instantly wet.
I moved immediately. The soles of my feet sunk into the plush carpet as I crossed his bedroom, holding his gaze and watching the way his pupils dilated as he tracked my movements.
The hem of his hockey jersey skimmed my thighs, brushing against my skin as I drew closer.
It was covering everything important, but I was wearing nothing underneath, and I knew we both shared the anticipation.
“Come here,” he said again, his voice rough.
He reached out, his hand curling around my hip and pulling me forwards.
I went with no protest, climbing onto the bed and straddling his thighs.
His palms slid beneath the fabric of his jersey, over my bare skin, a hot and delicious friction I wanted more of.
I sucked in a breath, and his lips kicked up.
“You going to stay in this? Or should we take it off?”
My head tilted back as my hips arched forwards, grinding against his thick erection. “Jay. Fuck. You were the one who wanted me to wear your jersey.”
“Mmm. I did.” Sitting up, he pressed his lips to my collarbone and then my throat before he gripped the hem of his jersey and lifted it over my head, throwing it to the floor. “You look so fucking good in it, and just so you know, we’ll be revisiting this again. And again.”
I could feel my cheeks flush. “Oh?”
“Nova. You’re sexy as fuck. I just wanna see you naked right now. As good as you look in my jersey, you look even better without it.”
My breath caught in my throat. I was already soaked, sliding over his hard cock so easily as I rolled my hips. “Jay. I need—”
“Yeah.” His hands gripped my hips, stilling them. “I know what you need.”
Oh, fuck. “Jay.”
His thumb brushed over my lower lip. “Do you trust me?”
There was no question. “Always.”
His mouth slanted over mine before I’d even caught my breath.
As he kissed me, he reached up, cupping my breasts in both hands, his thumbs circling my nipples.
They pebbled beneath his touch, and I moaned.
Breaking the kiss, his gaze met mine, so dark and heated before he dipped his head.
He took one of my sensitive nipples between his lips, sucking lightly, before moving to the other.
My fingers flew to his hair, gripping hard. “Fuuuck. More.”
“More? Yeah. I can give you more.” His hand moved between my thighs as I writhed on top of him, gasping into his kiss. Fuck, he knew exactly how to touch me, and he didn’t stop until I was shaking and desperate and moaning into his mouth.
“I can’t. Please.”
“I’ve got you.” Rolling me onto my back so I was beneath him, he covered me with his body, his hot, throbbing erection sliding against my wet, aching core. “Ready?”
At my jerky nod, he positioned himself at my entrance. When I wrapped my legs around him, arching up with a moan, he thrust forwards, filling me with his hard length. He held himself still, his muscles shaking with the effort as he panted against my throat. “Okay?”
Fuck. This was so much more than okay. This was him, claiming me. Making me his. “Yes,” I gasped, and he moved.
He rolled his hips, his cock throbbing inside me as his thumb found my clit.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, fucking me hard and fast as he worked over my clit, and all I could do was moan beneath him, holding on to him as our bodies moved together, hot and slick and so fucking good.
He repositioned himself, driving back into me with one long, hard thrust, and I gasped out his name, clutching his shoulders as he hit a spot deep inside me that made me see stars.
He thrust again, and again, and again. “You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
I shattered without warning, helplessly swept away by the tide.
When I caught my breath, aftershocks still vibrating through me as I came down from the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced, I shifted beneath him, unintentionally rolling my hips.
Oh.
I pushed against his chest, rolling us so I was on top. His hands went to my hips as I looked down at him. He was so gorgeous, his muscles flexing with restraint, his cheeks flushed, and his erection a steel bar inside me as his hot gaze tracked my every move.
Nothing could ever be as hot as the sight of Jayesh Attwood lying beneath me, holding himself back while his thick erection filled me.
Swiping my tongue across my lips to moisten them, I ground down, a gasp tearing from my throat at the feel of his cock pressing even deeper.
“Fuck me the way I know you want to. Like you wanted to before I was injured. I’m all better now, so don’t hold back. Please.”
Heat flared in his expression. “Nova. You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“I do. I mean it, Jay.”
“Fuck,” he growled. His grip on my hips tightened, and then he flipped us.
He drove into me hard and deep, his hips slamming into mine.
His hand found the headboard, the other gripping my thigh, and as my eyes rolled back, a cry tearing from my throat, I realised that before now, he’d been holding back.
Now, though…he was giving me everything he had.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, matching his movements, just as hard and fast as his.
He buried his face in my shoulder, his teeth scraping over my skin. “Not a fucking chance.”
I came apart again before he followed, his whole body shuddering as he panted my name into my throat, telling me I was his as his cock pulsed inside me, filling me with his cum.
We collapsed together in the sheets, breathing hard, and he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into him. I laid my head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath me.
My eyelids grew heavy.
The final thought that crossed my mind before sleep dragged me under was that I was safe, and I was loved.