Luna
FORTY-THREE
The last of the tremors leaves my body, and I sag against the passenger door as his fingers slowly slide out between my legs.
He gently pushes my skirt back down before I maneuver myself back to sitting in this small space.
I eye my torn panties on the floorboard and reach for them, but he takes them from my hand and throws the lace into his center console.
“For good luck,” he grins, opening the car door and walking over to my side.
“Do hockey players turn everything into superstition?” I laugh, taking his outstretched hand and getting out of the car.
“I won tonight, and just got to witness my girlfriend cumming all over my hand while wearing my jersey,” he smirks, pulling his duffle bag along with my overnight bag from under the front hood.
He swings them both over his shoulder before locking his Porsche.
“I’d call that a pretty lucky night, so yeah, I’m going to keep those panties as a reminder that life’s pretty good right now. ”
Taking my hand, he leads us to the elevator before entering his code to his floor.
“Only pretty good?”
A smile plays on my lips as I press my body against his and feel him still hard against my stomach. My hand wanders down his abs until I brush over the front of his pants.
His eyes darken as I rub down the length of him. I see his jaw tick from the pressure as he lets me have my fun, but I know it’s only a matter of time before he won’t be able to stand not being in control.
“I’d say based on the evidence I’m feeling right now…life is more than just pretty good.”
The elevator dings, and the doors open to his private hallway as I step away and release my grip, only to be pulled back and pressed up against the wall by his body.
Our bags drop to the floor as he cages me in. A dangerous look plays on his face as he leans down close to my face.
“You love making me lose control, don’t you?” He murmurs.
“Maybe,” I grin.
His eyes drift over my body, and I don’t miss the way they linger again on his jersey.
“Do you have any idea what seeing you in my number and sitting behind my net did to me tonight?”
“I have a pretty good idea,” I whisper.
“No, you don’t,” he says, shaking his head slowly. “I’m still reeling from the fact that you were there for me. It’s been a long time since I had someone to look for.”
His vulnerability is a direct arrow to my heart because I know he’s not just talking about tonight.
He’s talking about all the other nights before this one. All the moments when the crowd was screaming his name, and he still felt alone.
And out of everyone in the arena, he chose to look for me.
“I’m glad I can be that person you look for,” I say softly.
“Me too,” he admits quietly.
A small smile plays on his lips as he picks up our bags and presses his floor number again, this time stepping out when it opens seconds later.
Taking his hand, I follow him to his door and walk into a quiet house.
“I want to check on Scarlett real quick if you want to put your bag in my room,” he says, leading us up the stairs.
When he goes to check on his daughter, I walk toward his bedroom and step inside, wanting to freshen up a bit.
Dropping my bag on the bathroom counter, I use the restroom real quick before washing my hands and running my fingers through my hair to tame some of the waves.
My hand drops when I notice he still has the toothbrush he gave me in his holder next to his.
“Thought you might need it again,” he says behind me, and my eyes flick to the mirror where I see him leaning against the doorframe, watching me. “The drawer on the left has more things you might need,” he motions with his head.
Curious, I open the drawer, and my eyes widen when I see some of the products I use plus expensive-looking lotions that I’ve never even heard of.
“I thought it might be easier to keep a few things here.” Pushing off the door frame, he comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “There’s an empty drawer too in my room and space in my closet,” he says quietly.
“Cayden…” I whisper, my throat thick with emotion as I lift my eyes to his in the mirror. My words fail me as I take in the exposed rawness that’s etched across his face. I know how big a step this is for him and what this means to him.
This isn’t just a drawer.
It’s him making space for me in somewhere that he never planned on letting anyone else in.
“I’ve stared at the damn toothbrush next to mine for days,” he says, burying his face in my neck.
“It’s just a fucking piece of plastic, but it made me smile every time I walked past it.
I thought, if a toothbrush could do that, what would seeing more of your things do to me, so I filled up a drawer with stuff that I’ve seen you use, and Savi helped with the rest.”
“Thank you,” I say, turning around and wrapping my arms around him.
“I like having you here, Luna,” he admits quietly. “So, I’m bribing you with an empty drawer in my dresser and the best spot in my closet in hopes that you’ll want to stay more.”
“Well, since it’s your best spot,” I tease, grinning into his shirt.
“I knew the closet space would work,” he chuckles.
“Girls do love their closet space.”
“You can take my whole damn closet if it makes you happy.”
“I don’t need a whole closet to make me happy,” I smile, looking up at him and shaking my head. “I just need you.”
“You are way too easy to please, little moon. Just so you know, I would have given you the whole dresser, too,” he murmurs, lifting me and setting me on the counter as he steps between my legs.
“And I would have stayed just because you asked,” I whisper.
His breath mingles with mine before his hands dive into my hair and our lips collide. Our tongues tangle in a frenzy as I fist his dress shirt, desperate to keep him as close as I possibly can.
“I need you,” he groans against my lips. “Fuck, I need you so bad.”
“I’m here,” I breathe, pulling his shirt out of his waistband and needing to feel his skin against mine.
He makes quick work of his buttons and tosses his shirt on the floor, baring his chest to me.
My fingers trace his beautiful tattoo before I place a gentle kiss on his heart as my tongue sweeps over all the dark lines of pain and scars he once carried.
His fingers curl into my hair as I slide off the counter and drop to my knees. I can feel him watching me as I unbuckle his slacks and let them drop to the floor before freeing him from his black boxer briefs. He steps out of both and kicks them to the side as I feast on the sight before me.
He’s rock hard and swollen as I watch a bead of arousal seep from the tip and slide down his thick veins. A rush of heat gathers between my legs as I catch the drop with my tongue and follow the trail back up before sucking his tip clean.
His breath wooshes out all at once as his fingers dig into my hair. I glance up, and his chest heaves as he focuses straight ahead. The green of his eyes is ablaze with a primal need that I badly want to sate.
He’s seeing his name and number on me in the mirror.
Something inside me desperately wants to give him a memory he won’t ever forget.
I take him deep to the back of my throat before my head begins to bob with each stroke of my mouth.
“Fuuuck,” he hisses, gripping my hair tighter.
His reaction has me moaning against his skin as I press my thighs together in an attempt to slow down the ache.
He quickly takes control, guiding me down his length as my fingernails dig into his ass, sure to leave a mark on him tomorrow.
“God, I love watching your pretty little mouth suck my cock while you wear my name,” he growls.
He touches the back of my throat again before pulling out and hauling me up. Turning me around so I’m facing the mirror, he clasps my throat and holds me against him.
His hand slides down and slips between my legs.
He moans against my neck and smiles.
“Someone enjoyed that,” he murmurs, running his finger through the wetness that has formed. “As much as I love to cum down that gorgeous throat of yours,” he says, squeezing my neck slightly, “I need to fill this thirsty cunt more.”
His words do their job, and I’m practically whimpering under his gaze as he bends forward so I’m grasping the counter. Reaching between us, he pushes my skirt up, and seconds later, he’s deep inside on my next breath.
My eyes close on a moan as my thighs quiver from the pleasure it brings.
“Open your eyes,” he orders quietly as his face slowly comes into view. “Much better,” he says when our eyes meet.
His body starts to move against mine, and I watch with hooded eyes at the beautiful and erotic sight before me.
Muscles strain against each thrust he does, bringing me closer to the edge.
His abs are hard and rigid as I trace each ripple leading to the curve of my bottom that’s peeking out from the hem of my skirt.
His number is fisted tightly in his hand as his other palm splays across my throat, keeping me locked in place.
I feel every bit desired and wanted in this moment as he watches my reflection like I’m the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen.
His eyes lock with mine, and it’s like staring into the other half of my soul. He blinks in surprise, and I know he feels it too as a deep love washes over me, pulling me over the edge and into another space and time.
My body pulses around him as I whimper his name.
One more deep thrust, and he pours inside me, my name leaving his lips as he holds me against him like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
What he doesn’t know is that I’m holding on to the same fear and praying like hell that he’s the one who won’t disappear.