Chapter 27 Alex
ALEX
I knock but then let myself into Nora’s house because, of course, the door isn’t locked. We really do need to talk about that.
She rounds the corner from the kitchen as I shut the door behind me, immediately kicking off my shoes, then heading straight for her.
“I’m sorry I’m even later than I expected. I got to talking to Teddy about going to work with him later this week.”
She gives me a beautiful, soft smile. “I don’t mind, Alex.”
“Well, I kind of do.” I don’t stop until I’m standing nearly on top of her. “I wanted to see you all day.”
“Same.”
I lift my hand and cup the side of her face, pushing my fingers into her silky hair and loving the way she presses her cheek into my palm.
But I frown, heart suddenly pounding as I think about what she said.
She wanted to see me all day? That doesn’t sound like Nora.
“Are you okay? Did something happen? Fuck, I’m sorry I haven’t been around. Is everything—”
She squeezes my wrist. “Everything is great. Really great. I love what you’ve been doing.”
I pause. “You do? What do you mean?”
“I love that you’ve been going to work with everyone and posting about it. Your posts are amazing and the comments are…awesome.”
I’m having a great time, but it’s blowing up quickly, and I haven’t talked to Nora about it at all. “You’ve seen the social media posts?”
“Yes. I’m following you everywhere now.”
That pleases me more than I would have expected.
I grin. “Today was especially good. I mean, the kitten got a lot of likes, but people are so into these women doing jobs like this and playing hockey, they’re all over my comments.
They want to meet Ingrid next and she said she’s in. I don’t even know what she does.”
“She’s a cosmetologist and tattoo artist.”
I pause. “She’s a tattoo artist?” That’s very cool. And actually seems fitting for Ingrid now that I think about it.
Nora nods. “She’s really talented. And does amazing piercings too. And, of course, can do anything with hair. She’s also incredible with nails.”
“She’ll be so fun to go to work with,” I say with a grin. Then I study Nora’s face. “Maybe you should let us tattoo you the day I’m there.”
Her grin is sly. “Hmm…I could maybe be convinced of that.”
Oh fuck, I like that. I like the idea of Nora getting a tattoo. Something small and sweet and in a place where I’m the only one who will ever see it. A sun. Or an otter. No…a wildflower.
I wonder if I can talk her into three tattoos.
“And Teddy is so excited to talk about LGBTQ rep in hockey when I go to work with him. And I want to encourage people to start looking at leagues closer to them, the smaller leagues. I’d love it if people really discovered local hockey, you know? Maybe start something if they don’t have one.”
Nora nods as she steps back. “I love that. Those are amazing ideas.” She unzips the light gray hoodie she’s wearing.
“And after the kitten posts blew up, I was thinking I could also maybe do something with animal rescues? Like cats and dogs. After I go to work with all the players on our teams, I was thinking I could just keep doing that… going to work at different jobs I know nothing about. Which is basically every job except hockey.” I stop and shrug.
“That’s maybe dumb. I might be the only person who has never really thought about all of that. ”
I watch as she toes off the slippers she’s wearing, kicking them toward the door. “I’m sure you’re not. We all tend to take some things for granted, like the people around us doing jobs we depend on. I think it’s great to focus on the jobs that make communities work.”
“You do? I mean, it’s just a small thing I can do, but my followers seem into it so far.”
Nora laughs as she pulls on the drawstring holding up the loose cotton lounge pants she’s wearing. “Some small thing? You have one point five million followers, Alex.”
I grin. Then she pulls a condom out of her pocket and drops her pants.
Now she’s in only a fitted V-neck baby blue T-shirt and a tiny pair of pale blue panties.
“Wildflower?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
“Taking my clothes off.”
“I hope you realize that if you keep that up, you’re going to end up with a very big, wound-up, obsessed-with-you hockey player between those pretty thighs. And he’s not going to be leaving for hours.”
She pulls her lip between her teeth and then slips her T-shirt over her head.
Her gorgeous bare tits bounce softly as she tosses her shirt and drops her arms. “You are so hot right now. I want you so much.”
“You do?” I’ve just been rambling.
“Of course. I do anyway, but this? You, passionate and happy? Dammit, Alex, I just need to be naked and against you.”
Fuck, that does something to me.
I haven’t felt this excited about anything in a long time.
Even hockey. Hockey has been a grind for a while.
Trying to rehab, trying to get back, knowing I’m letting my team and the fans down, accepting the end of my career with the Grays.
Now I’m here and…I’m lighter and more optimistic and yes, happier, than I have been in a very long time.
I give her a grin. “It’s almost like I started my own club.”
She moans. “That’s some pretty potent dirty talk.”
I laugh. “You are chaos and sunshine, and fuck, you make me so damned happy, Wildflower.”
Her gaze softens. “That means a lot to me. And you have no idea how hot you are when you’re happy, Alex.
I mean, I love seeing you getting to know your teammates, seeing what they do, talking about them online, publicly building them up, and getting your fans involved with the Revelers and Rascals, but it’s how happy you are, that makes me just… hot.”
That hits me low. I’m immediately ready to put her up against the nearest firm surface. But I need a fucking shower. “I—”
She steps forward. Then drops to her knees.
I’m just stunned enough that her hands get my jeans unbuttoned before I haul her to her feet. “No,” I say firmly.
“I want to. Let me.” She strokes her hand up and down my hard cock. “Let me have you in my mouth.”
Jesus, my knees almost buckle.
“Oh, Wildflower, you’re going to have it.” I haul her over my shoulder and start for the stairs.
“Now, Alex!”
“After I shower,” I tell her, my hand on her ass as I carry her to the bathroom. “Or in the shower. We can discuss.”
“You haven’t showered?”
How did she not notice? “I wanted to get over here right away.”
“But you had to know I would want to get naked with you!” she says as I set her down on the bathroom counter.
I like that she’s so needy now that we’ve been naked together.
“Okay, greedy girl. You’ll get what you need.
But that’s exactly why I figured I could shower here.
With you. And not waste my time at the arena or stopping at home.
” I strip my shirt over my head. “I just didn’t realize you’d be so riled up and horny. ”
She wiggles on the counter. “You’ve been grinning and happy and being amazing all day. I’ve been basically fangirling over you online, remembering all the things you did to me last night, and you didn’t expect me to want to climb you when you walked through my door?”
I laugh. I can’t help it. I’m just so fucking happy. I’ve had a great couple of days with the other hockey players. My social media accounts have awakened. And this incredible, gorgeous, big-hearted woman is willing to get naked with me. How could things be any better?
Nora starts shifting side to side, slipping her panties over her hips and down her legs, and dropping them on the floor. She’s also still got that condom gripped in her hand.
I lean back, taking in the sight. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“I’m also so ready for you.”
She reaches for me, but I step back quickly. I can’t get up close until I shower off.
“So ready, huh? You’ve been thinking about all the things you want me to do to you?”
She nods.
“Like what?” I would love to hear this sweet woman, who is made of sunshine and sugar, tell me some very filthy things.
“I’d really like to feel your tongue on my clit again,” she says without batting an eye.
It might kill me to hear these things, but I need more.
“That can definitely be arranged. What else?”
“I love your hands and your big fingers, anywhere actually, but especially deep inside me.”
“Also definitely on the agenda.” I step back, pull the shower door open, then lean to turn on the water. “Will you be a good girl and sit here and wait while I take a quick shower?”
She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head.
I huff out a laugh. “I need to get some of the stink off. I intend to be very up close with you, and I know you’ll appreciate it.”
“Why can’t I get in there with you?”
I face her again, unzipping my pants. “You can. Give me five minutes.”
“I don’t know if I can wait five more minutes.
You’ve been going around this town, charming everyone all day.
You’ve been online making my town and all the people here, and this new hockey league look amazing.
” She reaches up and cups my face between her hands.
“I love seeing you like this. Involved. Interacting. Smiling.”
“Don’t you understand that you are a huge part of that?” I ask, shoving my pants and underwear to the floor and kicking them away.
“I hope so. I want that to be true.”
I lean in and capture her lips in a sweet kiss, not letting it get too deep. Not yet. “You’re the reason for all of it, Wildflower. You make everything good.”
“Alex,” she says softly, her eyes filled with emotion.
I back away from her, keeping my eyes on her as I step inside the shower.
I reach for the soap, but the sweet sunshine sitting on the bathroom counter suddenly turns into a naughty devil.
She props one heel on the counter, giving me a gorgeous view of her bare pussy, then slides a hand along her upper thigh.
I groan. “Nora, be good.”
“Oh, I think you think I’m very good,” she says as she circles her clit with her middle finger.
I scrub the bar of soap that smells like Nora over my body, ducking my head under the shower spray, letting the hot water run down, rinsing off.
When I look over again, she has two fingers sliding in and out of the pussy I know I will never get over.
I throw the door open. “Mine,” I growl. I grab her wrist and pull her fingers to my mouth. I suck on them slowly, making sure to get every bit of her on my tongue.
Her pupils dilate, and her mouth falls open. Her nipples are hard, and she wiggles on the counter. I reach up and tweak one nipple, then slide my hand between her legs and push my middle finger into her tight, hot cunt.
I pull her fingers from my mouth as she moans.
“Mine,” I repeat.
I’m dripping all over the bathroom floor, but neither of us seems to care. I pump my finger in and out. “You do feel ready for me, though.”
She nods her head quickly.
“Good thing. Because you blew it.”
Before she can say anything, I scoop her up off the counter. She gasps and laughs, wrapping her legs around me as I press her against my slippery skin. I step back into the shower and move her underneath the shower spray.
She tips her head so the water will run down her back.
I gather her hair in one fist, keeping her head angled so that I can kiss up the column of her throat, then nip her jaw before growling in her ear, “Now you’re just going to get fucked against the shower wall instead of having my very talented tongue between your legs. ”
She whimpers. “I’m sorry. Please put your tongue between my legs.”
“If you had been good and just sat there like I asked, then I would’ve happily eaten you out and—” I add, licking along her jaw before nipping her earlobe. “Let you suck on your very favorite cock. But you had to play with my pussy. Now I need to remind you of who gets to make it feel good.”
I feel her thighs tighten around me. But she still says, “That’s very possessive of a body part that actually belongs to someone else.”
I shift my hips, and my cock slides through her wetness, the firm length pressing against her clit.
“I claimed it. No one else will ever love it as much as I do. Or make it feel the way I do.” I shift back and forward again, sliding over that sweet nub and making her moan.
“Not even you and your fingers or all the toys in the world.” I shift again, eliciting another sweet moan. “Right, Wildflower?”
“Alex,” she says breathlessly.
“Say I’m right. Tell me that this pussy will never be fully satisfied in any other way.”
Her eyes open, and her gaze locks on mine. I feel the impact deep in my gut.
“You’re right,” she says.
Fuck. I am never getting over this woman.
In that moment, I just accept my fate.
“Condom,” I say shortly.
She still has it grasped tightly in one hand, and she opens her fist, but I can’t let go of her ass or she’ll slide to the floor. Sensing the situation, she holds it up while I tear it open, and together we roll the condom down my achingly hard length.
“Just remember,” I say, sliding a hand between her lower back and the shower wall to provide cushion as I press her against the tiles.
“You could be spread out on the bed, nice and comfortable, but instead you’re going to feel every thrust—” I slide deep and we both moan.
“As I fuck—” I slide out. “You.” Thrust. “Deep.” Thrust. “And.” Thrust. “Hard.”
“Oh, God,” she moans, fingers digging into my shoulders and thighs clenching around me.
“One fast dirty one, Wildflower,” I say through gritted teeth. “Then I’ll take you slow and deep.”
Her pussy grips me, and I thrust again, pressing her into my hand against the wall.
“I love how you make me feel, Alex,” she says, panting the words.
And I love that. I pick up the pace, dragging in and out of that hot silk, knowing that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.
“Oh, yes!” She comes, her sweet pussy clamping down, ripping my orgasm out of me as I shout her name.
“Fuck, Nora!”
I crush my mouth to hers, and she opens, her fingers sliding into my hair, holding me close.
We kiss hungrily, as if we didn’t both just come hard and fast, as I shut off the water and carry her into the bedroom. I rip back the duvet and then tip us both onto the sheets, still buried deep.
With her beneath me, wrapped around me, I kiss her for what seems like hours. I can’t get enough of her. I want to melt into her and never leave.
Finally, her strokes up and down my back slow, our kisses become lazier, and I lower myself to the mattress beside her, rolling so I can pull off the condom, tie the end, and drop it into the wastebasket by her bed. Then I pull the duvet over our cooling bodies, and Nora snuggles in close.
I kiss the top of her head and take a deep breath.
“Just so you know, Wildflower, I’ve never been happier,” I tell her.
I hear her little intake of air and feel the way she presses even closer to me. “God, you really do know how to talk dirty to me, Alex Olsen.”