Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Jayne
My mother used to say that everything happens for a reason.
Whether they’re good things or bad things, everything in life has a purpose.
I’m not sure I believe that, at least not most of the time, but finding out that Lindy had a pageant in Las Vegas the same weekend the Thunder was playing there…
well, that had to be some kind of kismet.
It was a last-minute thing, because Lourdes and I had to talk my father into covering the substantial expenses, but once he said yes it was a matter of scrambling to pack, get time off from the library, book flights and hotel rooms, and then figure out how I’m going to spend time with Bodi.
He was stoked and immediately came up with a plan—I’d get friendly with and spend time with his sister, Billie.
I’m a little nervous about that, but not really, because he swears I’m going to love her and that she can’t wait to meet me.
My main concern at the moment is the letter I slipped into Bodi’s backpack before he left on this trip. It’s the second one and he was really sweet about the first but baring my soul to him, even indirectly, is hard for me.
But he wants to read them so I’m slowly letting him.
Honestly, there’s nothing bad in any of them—just raw emotion from the woman he’s currently involved with.
If that’s too much for him, I’d rather know now than after I fall head over heels in love.
Well, I’m already falling, so it might be too late for that, but the longer we’re together, the more a breakup will hurt.
I need him to understand who I really am.
Who my father is. What my life is like. I might appear lucky from the outside looking in but the mental and emotional abuse is hard to ignore.
I know it’s molded me in some unattractive ways.
It’s also made me strong, resilient, maybe even a little sassy—according to Bodi—but I’m still a mess sometimes.
That’s the part he hasn’t seen much of.
All I can do is wait and see how he responds.
I did some homework on the flight so I can enjoy a guilt-free weekend.
I’ll have my laptop for any downtime between rehearsals and such for the pageant.
Thankfully, the pageant events take place in the morning and early afternoon so I’ll hopefully have time to see Bodi for a couple of hours until he has to leave for the arena.
If not, I’m going to be sitting with his sister at the game and then we’ll go back to say hello to everyone.
Lourdes and Lindy are going too, which is a relief.
Lourdes tried to talk me into staying at the hotel with Lindy but I pushed back and she gave in more gracefully than usual.
Probably because I helped her convince Dad to let us come to this event in the first place.
Luckily, everything goes according to plan and Bodi’s standing in the hallway outside his room waiting for me the moment I can get away. I brush past him and then turn into his arms as soon as the door closes behind us.
“Oh my gosh,” I laugh, my heart pounding. “I feel like I just ran a marathon to get here.”
“I know. Me too.” He dips his head and kisses me. Our mouths fuse together and I wind my arms around his neck as he says, “I missed you.”
“It’s been less than forty-eight hours,” I tease.
“I missed you five minutes after I dropped you off.”
Sometimes it’s hard to believe this guy is real.
“What are we doing first?” I ask with a playful smile.
“Anything you want.”
He knows what I want—I’m sure it’s the same thing he wants. I need to know how he felt about my letter and our growing need to be together. There are so many things we should talk about but our time together is so limited.
I reach up and cup the side of his face, searching for answers to questions I haven’t asked. Yet.
“Did you find the letter?” I ask after a moment.
His eyes lock with mine. “I did.”
“Was it…too much?”
“Too much?” He pulls me closer, hands on my hips.
“It was another snapshot into your soul, baby. It’s part of you that I needed to see.
And I want you to know—you’re not a mess.
You’re not awkward or weird or any of the things you think you are.
I think you’re beautiful. Intelligent. Hard-working.
Caring. What about those things would I have you change? ”
Heat floods my face.
No one has ever given me compliments like this before. Not since my mom died.
Certainly not a hot, sweet hockey player who’s been rocking my world, both in bed and out.
I can’t think of anything to say that would adequately express how I feel so I lift to my tiptoes and kiss him. Hard. Sliding my tongue between his lips and showing him how much what he said means to me. How much he means to me.
And I think he gets it because his hands dig into my hair and he kisses me back.
I kick off my shoes and press myself against him, our tongues twirling and dueling, a passionate game of cat and mouse.
His mouth is firm but simultaneously tender, one hand on my ass as he draws me as close as possible.
I feel his erection and move my hand down to cup it through his shorts.
“He missed me too,” I pant.
“Yes, he did.” He backs me toward the bed. “I need to be inside you, Jayne. Now.” His voice ends on a growl and my body tenses in anticipation.
He pushes me face first onto the bed and slaps my ass. “Hands and knees,” he commands, stopping my hand when I try to unbutton my denim skirt. “Leave it.” He yanks it up over my ass. “You’re wearing panties.” His voice drops an octave. “What was the rule?”
Crap.
I wasn’t going to get on a plane in a short skirt without panties, but I meant to take them off before getting here, and in my excitement, it slipped my mind.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Now you have to be punished.”
My heart skips a beat. I’m not afraid, just unsure what that means.
“What, um…punished how?” I stammer, glancing over my shoulder.
His gaze is semi-stern but his eyes are twinkling. “Don’t. Move.” He turns and goes into the bathroom and comes out with something I can’t see.
“What is that?”
He runs his hand over my backside. “You trust me, right?”
I nod. “Of course.”
“Good.”
My breath hitches as I wait for him to do whatever he’s going to do. I’m terrified from a sexual perspective but it’s a fun anxiety, the same kind you have just before the lights go out in a haunted house. You know it’s not real but there’s still that irrational fear of the unknown.
He tugs my panties down and for a moment I’m self-conscious.
I can’t see him but my girlie parts are bare and fully on display for him, basically at face level since I feel him kneeling behind me.
Then strong, warm hands knead my cheeks with varying levels of pressure, eventually stroking down the backs of my thighs and a sigh of pleasure escapes me.
“There’s my girl, getting in the mood for me.”
His voice alone simultaneously soothes and arouses me, so my body is fighting disparate sensations.
Fingers trail along my slit, soft, gentle, not in any hurry.
“So pretty and pink,” he murmurs. “Your pussy is almost as beautiful as the rest of you.”
I want to laugh but I’m too focused on what he’s doing between my legs. Touching, teasing, basically driving me crazy.
“Bodi…” My voice makes it sound like more of a whimper than a word.
“Sorry, this is part of your punishment for not following the rules.”
I groan, my skin flushed with need, body shivering with anticipation.
One thick finger slides inside me and I arch into it.
“Someone’s very wet,” he murmurs, pressing light kisses along the backs of my thighs. Along the curve of my ass. Then down to—
A gasp escapes me as he traces his tongue along my slit. He’s gone down on me before but not from this position.
“Bodi!” I cry out when he stabs his tongue inside me and starts fucking me with short, quick thrusts. My vision blurs and pinpricks of pleasure wash over me. I’m so close, so ready to—another whimper as he abruptly pulls away, leaving me chilled and empty.
Before I can protest, he’s massaging something cold and slippery into my back hole.
“Bodi, what—”
“Shhh. Take your punishment like a good girl.”
I drop my head to the sheets and squeeze my eyes shut. I didn’t think he would jump right to anal but I do trust him.
Light pressure as he presses one finger against a place that’s never been touched before. It’s an odd sensation but not a bad one.
“Breathe,” he whispers gruffly.
More pressure and then something hard, firm, and smooth about to breach the entrance.
Definitely not his penis.
“Take a deep breath, honey,” he says.
I pull in a gush of air through my nose, legs shaking a little.
“Now let it out, nice and slow.”
I’m focusing on my breathing and before I know it, I feel something slide into my butt, settling in with a little plop.
“Oh!” I cry out quietly, more surprised than anything else.
“That’s my good girl.” He runs his hand over my ass. “You have no idea how hot this is. And as a reward, now I’m going to fuck you, long and hard.”