Cayden
TWENTY-ONE
Hayes slowly releases Luna, looking amused.
“Took you long enough,” he smirks, as I glare at him.
“Told you I was good,” he says, winking at Luna.
“You two love birds have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
” He stops to think about it and laughs.
“That saying doesn’t really work on me because I’ll try just about anything once. ”
I give him an eyeroll, and Luna giggles by my side as he walks away.
Let’s see if he's still smiling in Monday’s practice after I tell Knox to drill his ass with bag skating.
“He’s just messing with you.” Luna’s voice brings me out of my need to punish him.
“Yeah, well, it still doesn’t lessen the need to kick his ass,” I mutter.
Her green eyes meet mine, and Hayes becomes the last thing on my mind as she steps into my arms. I’ve been dying to feel her again all evening as my palm skims over her bare back before resting just above the curve of her ass as I pull her closer.
My hand holds hers over my chest, and it feels dangerously close to filling that missing part of me that I’ve been chasing the past three weeks.
“I watched your last few games,” she says quietly, and I stiffen in her arms.
“Not my best performance,” I manage to scrape out past the aggravation and disappointment that are still weighing heavily on me. “My game has been off lately, and it’s fucking messing with my head.”
“How are your hips?” She asks, peering up at me with concern etched across her beautiful face.
“Tight,” I say, giving her the truth. My whole body feels like one tight coil about to break under pressure at any minute.
She bites her bottom lip as she studies the buttons on my chest before speaking again.
“My dance has been off, too,” she finally admits. “The only time I can get through a choreography without landing flat on my ass lately is when…” She swallows hard, and my heart beats faster in my chest because I know what’s coming next. “Is when you’re watching.”
I don’t even try to deny that I haven’t been lurking in the background when we both feel this bond that neither one of us can seem to break.
“Seems we both have a dilemma,” I say quietly.
“Looks like it,” she says with a dry, humorless laugh.
“I guess the question is, what do we do about it? Staying away from you is clearly not working well for me on the ice, but hurting you is not an option,” I say with absolute conviction that my mind is made up on that last part.
Even more so because of who her family is.
Noah’s a great guy, and the last thing I would want to do is be the ass who hurts his sister.
Which, in turn, would snowball into Maverick, followed by the Montgomery Brothers, and then full circle back to Knox and the team.
It would be a complete shit show with me being at the center of it all.
“And what makes you think that you’ll hurt me?”
“You’re not a puck bunny, Luna,” I smirk, “far from it. You eventually would want the emotional side. I’ve gone that route before, and it didn’t end so well for me,” I say, hoping she will understand where I’m coming from.
I give her a little more, so she will have no doubt where I stand. “I won’t lose myself to someone a second time and risk the pain of dying all over again. I have Scarlett to think about now. She needs all of me, not just some shell of a person that will be left behind if this ends badly.”
“You can’t control the outcome of life, Cayden.
It doesn’t work that way,” she says, shaking her head.
“No one knows what the future holds, not even your controlling ass,” she teases, easing the seriousness in the room and allowing me to breathe a little better.
“Besides, who knows, maybe I will try this puck bunny thing. I can definitely see the appeal after I’ve watched a few games.
Maybe it’s not you after all that affects my dancing,” she says, with a daring gleam in her eyes, “maybe it’s simply the fact that it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten properly laid.
The girls tell me all the time that I work too hard, and I need to let a little fun into my life.
Maybe this is the answer,” she shrugs casually.
I stare at her speechless as my eyes narrow at her response.
Hell will freeze over before anyone on my team touches her.
“Thanks for the dance, Blade.” I flinch when she uses my less personal name. “I’m sure I’ll see you around at Breakaway,” she says, mentioning the bar the puck bunnies frequent.
She steps out of my arms just as the dance ends and heads toward the table of champagne.
What the fuck did I just do?
I was trying to do the right thing and protect her.
Not give her a nudge toward the wolves.
Grabbing another drink, I stand at the bar and spend the rest of the evening watching her dance with every fucking guy in this place except for me.
At least the band is good, so it’s not a total waste. Southern Tides has kept the guests on the dance floor the entire night. Miles even got on stage behind the drums for a couple of songs that he dedicated to his new wife.
I do my best to make small talk with Miles’s brothers and Knox, but my mind is on the dance floor with the one girl who’s ever played me.
I watch her step out of Kane’s arms, and my hand tightens on my glass when his hand on the small of her back lingers a little too long for my liking.
She smiles at him and laughs at something he said before turning in the crowd. The green swish of her dress weaves through the dance floor as I see her walking out the balcony doors.
If she wants me to admit that I’m not sharing her with the rest of the team…that jealousy tears its claws into me every time someone touches her that isn’t me…
Then I’ll goddamn give her what she wants.
Anything is better than the torture I’ve felt tonight.
Setting my drink down, I leave without a word. It’s not like I was contributing to the conversation anyway.
When I walk outside, the cool air ruffles my hair as I search the area for any sign of her. I finally catch a glimpse of green walking up the balcony stairs to the rooftop where the wedding took place earlier.
Making a beeline through the crowd, I follow her up and stop in my tracks when I see her.
Her hands are on the railing, and her eyes are closed as she lifts her face to the full moon. The breeze runs through her hair, lifting the strands from her shoulder. Her dress clings to her body, and my dick instantly reacts with a force that makes my fingers flex at my sides.
God, she’s a sight in the moonlight.
I walk to her like a moth to a flame, knowing I’m headed for something that could likely destroy me, but not giving two fucks in this moment if it will.
All I can think about right now is how badly I need to feel her lips on mine again.
“I can’t control life, but I need to control this,” my voice startles her as she whirls around to meet me.
“I want you, Luna,” I say, stepping closer to her.
“There’s no fucking denying how badly I want you, but I can’t give you any more than my body.
If you want a good fucking time and somewhere to escape to help you dance, then I’m your guy.
If you need more right now, then I need you to walk away from me…
because I can’t.” I bridge the gap between us until our bodies are flushed.
Her eyes widen when she feels how hard I am, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, her body sinks in further against me.
“What I won’t do is sit back and watch you fuck other guys. If you need to be fucked properly. It’s me who’s going to do it.”
Her breath hitches as the green of her eyes deepens.
“I need an answer, little moon, or I’m going to take your silence as a yes.”
“Yes,” she whispers, seconds before my lips crash into hers. My tongue invades her mouth with a frenzy like I’m getting my first drop of rain after a drought.
She clings to me and matches my demands as her tongue dances with mine.
Her little sounds and moans ignite a fire deep in my soul as the need to feel what her hand felt that night on the phone overtakes me.
Breaking the kiss, my lips touch her ear. “Turn around,” I growl softly.
She does as I ask, and my hand finds the slit of her dress as I press against her backside.
“How bad has this little pussy of yours missed my voice?” I purr against her neck as my fingers find lace under her dress.
“So much,” she whimpers, as I skim over the damp heat radiating at the vee of her legs.
My finger finds the lace edge of her panties, and I groan when I’m met with her arousal. She’s dripping for me already, and I’ve barely started to make her feel good.
My cock pulses in my pants, and I bite back a moan when her ass rubs against me.
“Who would have thought the sweet, innocent-looking dance teacher had such a naughty side,” I murmur, sliding a finger into pure fucking heaven. “I can’t wait to pull it all out of you.”
I add another finger, and her head falls back onto my chest as she brings her arm up and dives her fingers into my hair.
Her hips start to move, and I grin against her neck as her body takes what I’m offering.
“Yes,” she gasps, as her fingers grip my hair tighter.
Fuck, she’s sexy as hell when she gets greedy and isn’t afraid to show me how much she wants it.
Wanting to explore more of her, I snake my hand up to her breast and skim my thumb over her nipple. It pebbles at my touch, and I pinch it slightly through her dress.
“Cayden,” she whimpers, and the sound of my name on her lips again sinks into me as a feral need to bring it out over and over takes me by surprise. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of hearing it.
“That’s it, little moon, ride my hand just like that until your pussy drenches me.”
My fingers pump harder into her, bringing her to the edge. I rub her swollen clit and pinch it hard. Her walls clamp down on me with such a tight grip that I almost cum on the spot.
Almost.
When I cum tonight, it won’t be wasted in my pants.
My name leaves her lips again as her orgasm floods her body and soaks my hand.
Trembling against me, I hold her tight, milking every last bit of her I can before slowly releasing my fingers.
I don’t hesitate to slide them into my mouth and moan when her taste hits my taste buds.
She whirls around, and her eyes go wide as she watches me enjoy my dessert until every last drop is savored.
“Why so surprised?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and giving her a wicked grin. “I’m not about to let any part of you go to waste when I could enjoy it,” I say, smugly.
Her cheeks are flushed from her orgasm, and the sight of Luna Bennett post-orgasm does something to me as I haul her against me and share her taste on my tongue.
She moans against my lips and deepens it, wanting more.
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling back and taking her hand.
“Where are we going?” she giggles as I haul her into the elevator.
“To finish what I foolishly started.”
I press the number to my floor and pray to God that this is something I can control.
Because right now…
I felt it slipping through my fingers the moment I decided to let myself enjoy her.