Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
CHLOE
This is my first hockey game since I started working for the Foxes. I have to say, it hits different when you see the videos you helped make running on the board.
“You want a drink or something?” Brantley asks as he comes to sit next to me in front of the open window of his suite.
“No, thanks. I want to remember every part of this game.”
“It looks good,” he tells me as the new intros I helped create play on the board.
“It does, doesn’t it,” I tell him, staring at the screen.
He sits back, his arm going around me.
Tonight the vibe is different in the suite too. It’s only us here tonight. No bartender. No sponsors to impress. No friends vying for our attention.
Just us.
“I really didn’t think you’d get us an empty suite tonight,” I admit.
“I’ve been playing the game all season. I haven’t really gotten to just sit and watch without distractions. Besides, I told you. I want you all to myself tonight.”
“Bold of you to assume I won’t be a distraction,” I tell him.
He laughs. “You, my dear, are a welcome distraction.”
My stomach flutters with his admission. Is this really the same man who I thought was a playboy? I feel like we are in another universe. I don’t want to leave, though. I want to stay in his warmth forever.
“I really do love watching the game from up here. A lot of people want to be down by the glass, but you miss half the game that way. Up here, you can see everything that happens,” I tell him, looking out over the ice.
“Me too. Sometimes I’ll go down by the bench and watch to be close to the guys, but I’d rather be up here too.”
“You are really good with them, you know. I see the way they respect you. Especially when they talk about you. They all want to do good for you,” I say, looking up at him.
He looks embarrassed. “I don’t want them to be good for me.
I want them to be the best they can be for themselves.
Hockey isn’t a lifetime sport. At some point, each and every one of the guys is going to have to retire.
Our bodies aren’t built to handle the long-term abuse they put it through.
I only hope I give them the chance to live out their lifetime dream while they bank the money they will need to piece themselves back together and support their family. ”
“Is that why finding sponsors is so important to you?” I ask.
He nods. “Yes, we get sponsors for the team, but when I bring them in and they see a player killing it? They will go offer that guy his own sponsorship. He will be in commercials and go to speaking events. He will become the face of that brand, if only for a little while. That’s extra money in his pockets.
That might be the difference between sending his future kid to college or getting a surgery they need.
So yeah, it’s important for me, but it’s for them too. ”
“Is that why Louis pushes against you so hard?”
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“He came into the marketing department the other day. He didn’t like one of the campaigns we were working on.
Wanted to scrap it. Sarah told him to take a hike, but I feel like everything you are trying to do that is beneficial for the players he is trying to squash.
He only wants you looking out for yourself. ”
He growls. “He isn’t supposed to be talking to other employees.
He was hired on as an adviser to me. Only me.
I’ll talk to him about it. If I didn’t sign a contract with him, I would have let him go by now.
He’s signed on until the end of the season.
I might say fuck the money it will cost and axe him now. ”
“Hey.” I reach out and hold his hand. “None of that. Tonight is a good night. You are here at your favorite place, watching your favorite team play. You have a pretty girl on your arm. The season is looking up. Life can’t get any better.”
He cups my cheek. “You’re wrong.”
“About what?” I ask.
“My favorite place isn’t the arena. It’s wherever you are.”
My mouth falls open at his words. For a moment, I’m silent.
Then I burst out laughing.
“Come on, Brantley. You can do better than that. I thought you were a player? Is that the best you got?”
He laughs, leaning in to kiss me. “You will always be busting my balls, won’t you?”
His lips touch mine briefly. I press back against his before pulling back.
“It’s the only way I know how to live. I’m a lot to handle, remember? You were warned.”
He smiles wider. “I know. I met you long before this started. I knew full well what I was getting myself into. I don’t regret it for a second. You make life interesting. I never know what’s going to happen next.”
“Is that a good thing?” I ask.
“It’s a great thing. Life would be boring if we always knew what was going to happen. With you, there’s no danger of that. Each day is like an adventure with you. One I look forward to.”
My heart races in my chest. That almost sounds like he wants to be together for a long time. It can’t be, though. It’s too soon for declarations like that. Right?
“Well, let’s see if you still feel that way after date five,” I joke.
He leans in, nuzzling my neck. “You won’t scare me away, Chloe. Date five or date five thousand, I will still be happy to be along for the ride.”
I have no idea what to say for that. Thankfully, the game starts saving me from having to respond at all.
If Brantley notices that I don’t say anything, he doesn’t say a word. He simply turns to face the ice, his fingers playing with my hair as we focus on the game as if he didn’t drop a bombshell.
Brantley isn’t looking for a good time.
No, Mr. Playboy is looking for forever.
brANTLEY
I said too much, and I scared her.
I knew it would be a lot the moment it came out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want her doubting me. She has been burned so many times by other men after only one date, I wanted her to know that I planned to be here for the foreseeable future.
It might have backfired on me, though. She’s been quiet all game.
I’ve offered to get her food and drinks, but she’s shaken her head, instead choosing to focus on the game.
Even during intermission, she would comment on the things that we could do better as a team during the downtime to keep people engaged.
Now it’s the third period, and we are up by two points. That means nothing in the fast-paced game of hockey. It could all change in a matter of minutes, but I can’t even focus on them because I am worried about the girl next to me.
What if she decides to move out because I creeped her out? Maybe she never wanted this to be anything more than temporary. Maybe I’ll be yet another story she tells Olivia.
I don’t want that. I want her to be my endgame.
Max would shoot me if he could hear me talking now.
Shaking my head, I look back at the game. After a few minutes, my eyes drift back to her.
She sighs, leaning forward to shut the windows, blocking out the noise from the arena. Then she stands, moving in front of me before dropping to her knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
She undoes my pants. “You have been tense all game. I’m relieving some tension.”
“Anyone could see you,” I tell her.
“The windows are tinted, and I doubt you have the cameras on tonight.” She stops and looks up at me, waiting for confirmation.
She’s right. I wanted tonight to be for us. I even asked the camera crew not to pan to our box at all tonight.
When I don’t say anything, she smirks, unzipping my pants.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I tell her.
“I know. You need to get out of your head, though. I heard what you said. Yes, it gave me a lot to think about. No, I’m not running screaming for the hills. So watch your game and enjoy your blow job,” she tells me.
I’m shocked she could read me so well. Usually I’m better at hiding my feelings. There’s something about Chloe, though. She feels like home.
She pulls my cock from my pants, her eyes widening a bit at how big it is. She’s felt it before, but it must look different seeing it.
Without another word, she slowly sucks the tip into her mouth. My eyes remain on her as she does.
“Watch the game,” she mumbles around my cock, making tingles shoot down to my balls.
“I’d rather watch you,” I tell her.
She shakes her head and points to the window.
So I do what she asks. I put my eyes on the window, but I’m not looking at the game. I’m looking at her reflection in it as she slides down my length, taking me all the way into the back of her throat. Then she hums.
“Oh, fuck.” My hand goes to her head as I jerk inside of her mouth at the sensation.
She slides back off as I lightly pet her head, my eyes now closed.
“Eyes on the game,” she reminds me.
I look back to the glass.
She continues to work me over with her mouth and tongue, the game lost behind the lust I feel for this girl. She takes her time slowly building up the pleasure until I think I might burst.
Then she swirls her tongue before impaling her throat on my cock, making me erupt into the back of her throat.
As she does, the sound of the buzzer indicating the end of the period rings out.
She pulls off of me with a pop before wiping the corner of her lips. Her eyes are so blown that I know she must be horny as hell.
“Come here,” I demand.
She shakes her head. “That was for you. Now we just won this game, so zip yourself up and go congratulate your boys.”
“Chloe,” I growl.
She smirks at me. “Go on. Be a good boy.”
I stand, zipping myself up as I stalk toward her. Pushing her against the glass, I drop to my knees. Quickly, I unbutton her jeans and pull them down, revealing her wet pussy. Not hesitating for a second, I hike her leg over my shoulder as I lean in and taste her.
Remembering her taste on the cucumber, I savor having it from the source. It’s addictive. I could spend the rest of the night right here between her legs, not even caring if she suffocates me with her thighs.
I don’t have much time, though. The janitor will be by soon to clean the suite. By my estimate, we have about ten minutes.
So I get to work. I find her clit and flick my tongue against it as two fingers find their way inside her pussy.
There is no time for sweet and gentle. She gets hard and rough as I finger fuck her as if it were my cock.
I show no mercy as I suck her clit into my mouth, using my tongue to put constant pressure on it.
Her hands slap the glass as she moans out loud. I know the people on the other side leaving the arena are likely wondering what the hell is going on, but fuck them.
I’m going to make Chloe come on my tongue if it’s the last thing I do.
Thankfully, she comes moments later, flooding my mouth with her sweet and sticky essence. I lap it up, waiting as she comes down from her orgasm. Once she does, I help her put her jeans back on before kissing her with my drenched mouth. She kisses me back, pulling me closer.
“How was that?” I ask.
She laughs. “Oh honey. I was already on the edge. A virgin could have sent me over. Nice effort, though. I enjoyed it.” She pats my chest. “You should wipe your mouth before you go see your players.”
“You little minx,” I growl, pulling her into my arms.
She giggles, pushing me away as she rushes out the door. “Meet you down there.”
I chase after her, wondering how I got so lucky to meet a girl like her because one thing is for sure.
There isn’t another Chloe in this world.