8. Jocelyn
8
JOCELYN
I don’t have a chance to catch my breath before Maddox picks me up off the kitchen island, wraps my shaking thighs around his hips and cups my backside in his hands. Then he’s hauling ass up the stairs, taking them two at a time while I drop kisses along the column of his throat.
“I appreciate that you have such strong, long legs that this is possible.” I graze his earlobe with my teeth and he hisses. “I never really appreciated hockey before, but I can see there are certain benefits to all that exercise.”
He laughs, the sound husky in my ear as I rub my hot, needy center over the hard ridge pressing against his jeans.
“Fuck, baby. You’re tempting me to take you right here on the damn stairs.”
“That sounds dangerous,” I giggle. “Is that even possible?”
“It’s not impossible.” He kicks at a door, crossing the threshold and setting me on the edge of his enormous bed. “One day, maybe I’ll show you. But first, I think there was something you said you wanted to see.”
I lick my lips as he steps out of his pants and stands naked before me. Head to toe, the man is beautiful. Lean muscle stretched across wide shoulders. A light dusting of crisp hair spreads across his sculpted chest. It gives way to a defined abdomen and —perhaps the only thing I love more than an adorable dimple— a visible vee of muscle cutting across his hips, bisected by a thin, dark happy trail.
All of it paving the way straight down to the place where his cock stands nestled between his powerful thighs. Tall, proud, and weeping for me.
“God, look at that thing. No wonder it went viral.”
Something between a laugh and groan escapes him as he leans down and kisses me full on the mouth. Soon, he’s crawling over me, pressing me into the soft, cool sheets of his bedding and I move restlessly beneath him.
“Maddox,” I gasp when his length slides against my heat and his mouth finds my breast. “I need you inside me.”
He turns those storm-cloud colored eyes to me as he reaches for a condom in his nightstand. But it feels wrong, somehow, to have something between us when we’ve both showed each other so many of our scars.
“No,” I lift my hips and reach down to notch him at my entrance. “I’m clean. I haven’t… there hasn’t been anyone since Luke and I’m on birth control to help regulate my cycle.”
“Jocelyn.” His eyes drift closed and his throat works as he swallows. “I’m also clean, but I need you to know that despite my antics, I’m picky with partners. I don’t sleep around. This? Us? This means something to me.” Then, his gaze meets mine and he croaks out, “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.” I stroke his cheek. “I know better than to believe everything I read on the internet. Plus, I trust you.”
He looks at me with an expression so full of raw emotion that my heart lurches in my chest and my core clenches, aching to take him in every possible way I can.
“I love you,” he says, slanting his mouth over mine.
Then, as he kisses me deeply, he slides in. Filling me so completely that I arch my back and dig my fingers into his shoulders to hold him steady while I adjust to the feel of him.
“Ohmygod,” I breathe against his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” Worry creases his brow as he holds himself perfectly still above me.
“No,” I moan, shifting to try to take more of him. “You’re perfect. More, please. Make a mess of me.”
He swears, dropping his forehead to mine and thrusting in deep. Over and over again, he takes me, laying claim to my body.
It’s almost too much, the fullness of him. The slide of his body against mine. The sweet torture of his mouth on my nipple the bite of his fingers against my hips. I arch into his touch as his words break through the lusty haze winding around us.
“You make me crazy, Jocelyn. I need to feel you come on my cock. Tell me what you need from me, baby. Show me.”
“You,” I gasp, raising my leg up to cross his chest. “More of you.”
He grabs hold of my thigh, adjusting the angle and hitching my hips higher so he can drive into me fully.
“Oh god, yes,” I hiss, reaching for my clit. “Like that. Don’t stop.”
“Come for me, sweetheart.” Maddox pummels deep, turning his mouth to my ankle and searing my skin with his lips. His clever, strong fingers steadily work my clit and I can’t take anymore. I can’t hold on anymore.
I shatter, my pussy flooding with heat and fluttering around his shaft.
“Oh, fuck.” His jaw clenches. Every muscle in his body goes rigid when he tumbles over the edge with an exultant roar. With his cock pulsing inside me, our beautiful, mingled mess trickling between my thighs, I bring my lips to his and wonder if maybe Maddox has also laid claim to my heart.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring and rattling loudly against the lacquered surface of an unfamiliar nightstand.
Smashing the button to turn it off, I squeak when a strong, muscled arm closes around my middle and pulls me back against a large —and very naked, very hard— body.
“Hi,” he mumbles into my hair, lips trailing along my shoulder and a hand closing on my breast. “A man could get used to waking up like this.”
“So could a woman,” I murmur, turning to fuse my mouth with his. “But another fun-filled day of fixing your public image awaits.”
“It can wait a little while longer.” He grins and rolls onto his back, bucking against me so my heat slides right along the hardened shaft of his cock. I sigh, rolling my hips and feeling my slick spread between us.
“You’ve got a morning skate today,”
He smiles against my skin. “Then I guess we better be quick. If you make me late, who knows how much more trouble I’ll be in?”
We manage to make it to the rink in time, but we didn’t have enough time for me to pick up my own car or for me to get a change of clothes from home. I knew it wouldn’t go unnoticed, but before I could head to the official team store to pick up a Frostwolves T-shirt, my cousin strolls in clutching two cups of coffee with the Frostwolves shrewd assistant coach right behind.
“Jocelyn,” Melissa calls out, “Coach Victoria wanted to see you.”
“Oh. Hi, Victoria. What can I do for you?” I accept the coffee Melissa extends to me and ignore the way her eyes narrow at my appearance. I know what she sees— me wearing the same beige knit sweater over the same black leggings, my hair hanging loose around my shoulders.
Victoria gives me a curt nod by way of greeting.
“Ms. Tan, I wanted to ask how things were going with Maddox? It seems a lot of the initial brouhaha over his stupid stunt has blown over.”
“Oh, yes. Social media moves fast and there’s always some new drama that captures the public’s attention. It’s the beauty of the beast.” I smile politely. “Think a major A-lister was arrested last night, right? A drunk driving incident?”
She purses her lips. “I wouldn’t know. But if the noise around Maddox is clearing up, maybe it’s not necessary for him to continue with this media blitz. Are you amenable to ending your contract early? We’d still pay you in full, of course.”
Oh.
My heart sinks and I need time to think of a reason why Maddox needs to finish off the week with me. So, I lift the coffee cup to my mouth, take a sip and nearly drop it when the drink scalds my tongue.
“Um. Today’s the most important part of the plan. The one ASEG pre-approved,” I add. Today, I’m taking Maddox to the place where I’d learned to dance, and I was really looking forward to sharing it with him. “We’re visiting kids at a community center on the outskirts of town. They’ve really been looking forward to meeting Maddox.”
“Well, I can’t have him disappointing kids, especially if he’s committed to it already. Fine. Take him when practice ends, but I’m going to need him in the line-up for tomorrow night’s game.”
“You got it.”
Victoria heads for the door but turns back before exiting. “You know, I gotta say. I thought you were making all that stuff up about dance being helpful for him on-ice, but he’s been looking really solid this week. He’s loose-limbed, totally focused. I don’t think I’ve seen him play this well in a long time. So kudos to all that dancing. Maybe we’ll sign the rest of the team up for lessons.”
Then she’s gone and Melissa rounds on me.
“Tell me everything, Miss Walk of Shame.”