Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Bodi
I didn’t have a plan for getting Jayne to try the butt plug I bought her but the whole panties thing gave me a perfect opportunity.
And now that I’m balls-deep inside her, this is incredibly hot.
She’s moaning and clenching around me, her pussy practically weeping for me.
I’ve never seen her this aroused, this wet, and it’s fucking beautiful.
Watching my cock glide in and out of her pussy, the plug glistening between her cheeks, adds a layer of adrenaline that makes me crazy.
I drive into her like a maniac, over and over, until the foundation of the bed starts groaning from the force of it.
But I can’t stop. Can’t slow down. Can’t do anything but exactly what I promised—I’m fucking her long and hard. And deep.
Without thinking, I bring my hand down on her ass with a loud smack. She gasps but clenches around me, so I do it again on the other side, and this time she moans.
“You like when I spank you?” I demand, sweat beginning to form on my forehead.
“Y-yes!” She’s surging back, meeting every thrust, and I time the smacks on her ass so they coincide with every other time I bottom out.
“I need you to come for me, baby,” I growl. “And now that we’re truly alone, I want to hear you scream.”
She jerks and wiggles, her pussy fluttering and squeezing me tightly.
One more slap on her ass and she starts to convulse.
“Bodi!” Her shriek isn’t quite a scream so I tilt my hips and pound even harder.
One more slap on her ass sends her right over the edge and I don’t know which one of us is making more noise because I’m growling like a fucking bear in heat.
My last few thrusts are so intense she lands flat on her stomach with me still pulsing inside her.
We lie there like that for what seems like a long time, both breathing hard, bodies occasionally twitching from the aftershocks.
“Oh. My. God.” Her voice is muffled but I’m finally back to myself enough to start pressing soft kisses on her shoulder and neck, nibbling lightly.
“That was fucking incredible,” I say between kisses. “You are incredible.”
“I never…no one ever spanked me before.”
“What’d you think?”
“In theory, I thought it would be ridiculous—what’s hot about that, you know? But in practice… Holy shit.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d like it, that’s why I never did it before, and honestly, it just happened. But then your sweet little pussy started pulsing and fluttering every time I did it, so I knew you were into it.”
“Was I ever.” She sighs happily. “But you’re getting heavy.”
I pull out slowly and then roll onto my back, tugging her with me so her head is resting on my chest. My arms close around her, and we lie like that for another indeterminate length of time.
It’s like nothing else matters when we’re together like this.
And for once, I don’t have to get up and take her home.
“What if we—”
“How about we—”
We both start talking at the same time and I chuckle. “Ladies first.”
“I was going to suggest finding a way for me to go with you to L.A.”
“You read my mind,” I say with a laugh. “I even mentioned it to Billie. Assuming you two get along, I was thinking you could drive with her since she isn’t flying in.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience her,” she says quickly.
“You’re not. We’re going to play it by ear.
“I really like this plan. I don’t know how it’ll go over with Lourdes and Lindy, but I’m allowed to have friends, dammit.”
I tighten my embrace like she might try to escape, but she doesn’t seem anxious to move so much as an inch.
She’s curled against me, soft hair billowing around her shoulders and spilling onto my chest. If I wasn’t holding her so tightly, I’d want to run my fingers through it but I don’t want to move either.
This thing between us is addictive. It’s like someone pours gasoline on us and the moment we touch everything explodes into a fiery inferno of passion.
“Bodi?” Her voice is soft, barely discernible.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Is it different for you?”
“Is what different?”
“This. Us. Like, have you felt like this before? I’m not talking about the sex.”
I know exactly what she’s talking about so it’s easy to respond.
“No. I’ve never felt quite like this before.”
“I thought maybe it was just me, since I’ve only had two boyfriends.”
“Honey, I’ve never had an actual girlfriend. I’ve had girls I would call to hook up with, or friends with benefits, and lots of one-night stands. But this? Never.”
“Really?” She shifts, turning to gaze up at me curiously. “Why?”
“I was busy raising Billie. For a long time, we were broke, and I didn’t want to get involved with a woman who would make me feel bad for spending all my money on Billie.
And then last year, when things started to turn around for me financially, I was mad at the world.
Mostly, I was mad at myself, but I didn’t figure that out until later.
In the moment, I didn’t like myself so how could I like anyone else? ”
“I don’t like myself sometimes,” she admits quietly.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” I say. “Because you’re awesome.
The girl you wrote about in your letters—that’s trauma talking.
From losing your mom. From your dad being a dick.
From your stepmother being a bitch. None of that is reality.
The woman I see is nothing like the one you described in your letter. ”
“Oh, you’ve seen bits and pieces.”
“When?” I demand. “When you bumped into me at the DMV? That was an accident. When you kept a child who doesn’t know how to swim very well from falling into the pool?
Or when a smart, compassionate woman decided we shouldn’t see each other again because her father is my boss and could make my life miserable?
What’s messed up about the person I just described? ”
She’s quiet for a long time, and I’m not sure if I’ve hurt her feelings or pissed her off or what.
“Babe?”
“I’ve always thought those things made me clumsy, awkward…weak.”
“That’s not what I see, Jayne. Not even a little.”
“I’m a librarian who spends most of my time buried in books. Do you see that?”
“You spend most of your time buried in me when we’re together,” I whisper, tugging so that she’s fully on top of me.
“I think it’s you who’s buried in me,” she counters, a soft giggle escaping.
I lightly swat her ass. “You know what I mean.”
“I do.” She snuggles deeper into me, her face hidden in my shoulder.
“I like you the way you are, Jayne,” I say after a moment. “I honestly wouldn’t change a single thing about you.”
“Except maybe who my dad is?”
I shake my head. “Not even that because without him, you wouldn’t be you.”
“You always know exactly what to say.”
“I try.”
“Bodi, what are we going to do if we get caught? I don’t want to blow up your career.”
“I’m working on that,” I say quietly. “I might have to be a little bit less attentive than usual now that the season has officially started. So I can put the majority of my time and energy into hockey. If I’m productive on the ice, your dad isn’t going to be as concerned about my social life.”
“It’s the first week of October and I don’t graduate until the end of May. I don’t know if I could…support myself if my dad kicked me out.”
“You’d move in with me,” I say without hesitation. “So that’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.”
“What if he kicks me out and sends you down to the minors?”
“I negotiated a one-way contract when the Thunder picked me up. I make the same money whether I play for the Thunder or in the minors. In addition, if your dad tries to send me down, I’d have to clear waivers first, which means any other team that wants me could potentially pick me up.
Is it a risk? Sure. Especially if I’m not playing well, but it’s not likely.
The bigger worry is that he benches me and then everyone wonders why and no one else wants me. ”
“Ugh. I hate all of those scenarios, although I’m glad you get paid either way.”
“We’re going to be okay,” I say. “I know sneaking around sucks, and I get grumpy about having to take you home instead of sleeping over at my place, but those are minor inconveniences in the grand scheme of things. Like you said, it’s October. You graduate in May. It’s seven months, give or take.”
“I need Dad to pay for my final semester of school. It’s expensive.”
“I’ll pay it.”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I can’t ask you to—”
“You didn’t. I offered. If it means freedom for us, I’ll pay it. How much can it be? Ten, twenty grand?”
“It’s around ten thousand.”
“That’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Bodi, we can’t start a healthy relationship when we’re completely upside down financially. I never want to feel like I’m taking advantage of you. And what if you pay for school and then it doesn’t work out between us? I have no idea how I’d pay you back.”
“You think ten grand is going to bankrupt me?” I wait until she looks at me. “I’m making two million a year now. Even after taxes and other expenses, that’s a lot of money.”
“I know, but it’s your money. I can’t count on you to take care of me. Not yet. Not until I’m on more solid ground. Please try to understand where I’m coming from.”
“It’s good to have goals, especially professionally. It’s one of the things I love about you. I just don’t want it to come between us. Where you’re so busy trying to prove yourself that we let your dad or some intangible goal dictate our future. A little while ago, you said you trusted me. Do you?”
“Of course.”
“Then trust me to take care of us no matter how things play out with your dad.”
Hopefully, I sound more confident than I feel.