Chapter 32
Ronan
Frozen Five
Ryan:
We are going out to commence the season!
Fitz:
That’s a fancy way of saying we’re going out to celebrate, but in a sad yet fun way. Get your ass over here.
*Ripley dropped a pin*
Tate:
I’m good for one drink, then I’m going to enjoy my kid free hotel with my hot wife.
Ronan:
Gross. Don’t talk about my sister like that.
Ronan:
& great. You can take Poppy with you then? She loves Alli.
Tate:
Fuck no. That puppy will whine until she gets in the bed.
Smirking, Emalyn shows me her screen. A text thread between her and Alli with a lot of heart and puppy emojis.
My head falls back on a laugh.
“You’re perfect.” I say, kissing her through my smile and enjoying the way her pretty cheeks flush.
Ronan:
Too late.
And to be a dick to my brother-in-law because I can, I follow it up with both a kissing and puppy emoji.
Tate gives me the stink eye when he makes it to the bar, but I ignore him. Nothing could ruin my high tonight. My win was way bigger than a cup. My real life’s work.
Emalyn and I sit at the bar, drinking and feeding Poppy little whip cream shots while my teammates get drunk and dance.
It doesn’t take Tate long to decide he’d rather be with his wife.
He checks his watch, and nods once, like he’s met a time limit before clapping Ripley on the shoulder and begrudgingly heading towards us.
I give him the biggest, toothiest grin I can paired with a little wave just to stir him up. It’s so fun. He’s usually stoic and slow to anger but I have that special touch sometimes. Only when I impede on his Alli time.
“Thanks, little bro.” I say, knowing damn well he’s older than me. Emalyn cackles as he clasps the doggy carrier to his chest. Poppy’s a little bit sugar drunk, but she’ll sleep good curled up on Alli. His eyes flick between us, my hand on Emalyn’s waist, hers on my thigh before his eyes soften.
“Y’all have a good night.” He gives a soft smile over his shoulder before shaking his head and heading out of the bar.
And that we do. Even Coach King has come out to hit the town with us, though it took a bit of pestering on Fitz’s behalf.
We move as a group from the bar to the casino. When Emalyn breaks off to lose some money with Dakota and Presley at the blackjack table, I find myself sitting with Coach King, Ripley and Fitz.
“Ah, hell. I already know you guys are going to wipe me clean.” I mutter before joining in on the game.
Coach King kicks ass. He’s gotta be a professional, because doesn’t the house usually win?
“You should come to one of our games back home.” Coach King says, nudging me with his tattooed arm.
“Nah. I went to the one on the road, remember Coach?” I shake my head.
It had been planned at the last minute as a way to keep Alli’s asshole ex-husband occupied while Tate snuck out of their shared room.
New man and ex sharing a room? Talk about awkward.
I had been hyped up after hearing the rumors of their proceeds going to charity of the winner's choice.
Not that I won. Or that they even donated to charity.
To say it was a bit of a let down is an understatement.
Coach clears his throat before speaking.
“First, when we aren’t on the ice, call me Randall.” He says matter of factly. My jaw drops and Ripley nearly chokes on his drink. Have I just been Knighted? No one calls him Randall. Except Fitz but he’s like his long lost son. Pretty sure he genetically inherited the tattooed sleeves.
“Second, that one wasn’t our usual game.
You think I don’t know what you idiots up to?
I’m proud of the way Allison handled herself, because it wasn’t going to be long and I was going to step in myself.
That being said, I also know about that campaign the brand was trying to get you to participate in along with all the strings attached.
” I sit up straighter. Apparently we weren’t as subtle as we had thought.
He continues on while I just stare at him like he is the sun. Only Emalyn is, but Randall (eeek) is a respectable second. I shake my head to refocus.
“So what are you saying, exactly?” I ask, nervous I’d broken some rule.
“Our game usually has a lot of big bets being placed. It’s like a charity ball for gambling.
It’s just a fun way to lose the money you were already planning to give away.
But not all the rumors are true. The winner doesn’t decide,” He says, twirling his finger around at other people in the casino.
He points to himself before smirking and saying, “The house does.”
“In that case, I’m so fucking in.” I grin, barely able to contain my excitement and gulp down the rest of my whiskey. Fitz catches my eye and shoots me a wink.
Making a quick excuse to duck out, I all but run to find Emalyn. She’s standing by the bar chatting and laughing away with her girlfriends. Everyone is still in their gear from the game, so I’m gifted with the unobstructed view of my name and number on the back of her jersey.
Sliding my hands onto her hips, I pull her ass back into me, her curls tickling my ear as I duck down to kiss her flushed cheek.
“You look good enough to eat right now.” I murmur, hands squeezing her waist once before relaxing my hold on her. Dakota and Presley meet eyes and giggle as Emalyn turns in my arms.
Her hands come around my neck, a smile still on her face.
“How about we do some dancing first?” She asks. I nod eagerly, making her giggle. There is something magical about the way Emalyn moves her hips on the dance floor. I’m sure my therapist would name the effect it has on me as something akin to hypnosis.
Presley suggests some nightclub and waves the rest of our group over. They eagerly agree and it’s not long before we’re moving as a group down the sidewalk. Coach King waves us goodnight before getting in an Uber which earns him a “boo!”
Fitz helps an already tipsy Dakota stay on the sidewalk while Ryan and Presley bicker the entire way. Ripley herded us like sheep in the right direction, and got us across the crosswalks safely. He quickly disappears once we’re inside.
“Shots!” Ryan yells, holding up a large tray. Emalyn and I drink and dance for hours, grinding and moving our bodies. As if the last decade hasn’t been enough foreplay for us.
When the girls start to collectively think getting up on the table is a good idea, I let Emalyn know I’m ready to leave by nipping her earlobe and whispering, “Me muero de ganas de follarte mientras llevas mi nombre en la espalda.”
She shivers, pressing into me and nodding slowly as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. I love the reaction she has when I speak to her in Spanish.
I'm dying to fuck you while you have my name on your back.
She quickly makes her way to where the girls are, and I can’t help but watch her ass the whole way.
“I’m gonna head out.” I tell Fitz whose eyes are glued to Dakota drunkenly dancing on a stranger and Ripley who has some brunette in his lap pouring a shot in his mouth.
He’s responsible as can be with his daughter, but occasionally when we’re out, the old him will come out to play.
And man is he fucking wild. It would be fun to watch if I didn’t have somewhere else I’m desperate to be.
He wipes his mouth before glancing toward Emalyn who is making her way back to me.
“Yeah, we all saw this one coming.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “Good for you, man.”
“Thanks.” I tip my chin up, glancing around. “Y’all seen Ryan?”
“No, not for a while.” Ripley answers distractedly by the woman licking the salt of her hand before taking a shot.
“And probably won’t for a long time.” Fitz snorts, eyes on Dakota. I choose to ignore his odd comment in favor of Emalyn finally making it to me, and wrapping an arm around my waist. I grin down at her, ignoring the cat whistles from behind us as I lead us out of the club.
When we finally burst through the door of the suite, kicking our shoes off, we’ve already lost the battle of waiting.
My mouth is on her neck, sucking and kissing while her hands claw at my bare shoulders to anchor her as I press her against the closed door.
Her leg hooks around my waist and the heat of her is nestled against my hard length.
Pretty sure half of the city saw my erection as we ducked into the hotel.
Grabbing her ass with one hand, I rock her hips into me and rest the other against the base of her throat, feeling her pulse go wild for me.
I guide her movements until I feel her body start to wind up for release. I pull back, panting as I kneel in front of her. Her eyes widened.
“Let’s see if you taste as sweet as I remember.
” I smirk before fisting and tearing her leggings right down the middle.
She gasps as I catch sight of her black lace underwear before the jersey falls down to cover it.
Sliding one palm up her thigh and hip until the jerseys over her perfect breasts.
She watches me with parted lips and keen interest in her eyes.
“Bite.” I command before shoving the hem of the jersey in her mouth. She obeys instantly. “Good girl. Keep that up for me while I make you feel good.”
She whimpers, trying to squeeze her thighs together to hide the arousal dripping from her. I don’t let her, instead throwing one leg over my shoulder.
I kiss just above the hem of her panties, tracing it lightly with my tongue, reveling in the shudder she tries to control. A quick tug and the delicate lace gives away under my hand, falling to the floor.
“Fuck, You have the prettiest pussy, Emmy.” I groan, palming my hard length and burying mouth there. Her hands fly to my hair, gripping tightly and holding me to her. As if I would pull back for anything as minuscule as oxygen when she needed me to pleasure her.
I flattened my hand above her pubic bone, pressing down gently and pressed two fingers into her, never stopping what I was doing with my mouth. We groaned together as my fingers curled into her wet heat.
“Oh!” Her moans were getting louder and breathier as I brought her closer to the edge.
Putting pressure with my palm, I sucked her clit and curled my fingers to that perfect spot, unrelenting even as she tried to move away from the intense sensation.
Her walls tightened almost painfully around my fingers as her orgasm creeped up.
“Breathe, baby.” I murmured the reminder as I continued to work her body. She took a shaky breath, just as her orgasm crashed into her.
“Ro! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” She screamed, voice going high as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. She bucked her hips, riding my hand and my face, gripping my hair painfully tight. I waited patiently as she rode wave after wave of her orgasm.
When she was done, I gently pulled my finger from her as she gave me a shaky smile.
“That’s my good girl.” I pressed a kiss against her clit, making her buck before slapping her ass. “Get on the bed, Ass up. Let me see you wearing my number above that perfect ass while I pound into you.”
She bit her lip as she did what I said, climbing slowly and letting her hips sway as she did.
Pressing her bare ass in the air, she gave me the perfect view of her pussy.
I couldn’t help but grab her ass with both hands, spreading and licking her pussy.
Quickly kicking off my jeans and boxers, I positioned myself behind her.
“Ready, Emmy?”