Chapter 4
Elliot
Walking into my apartment and finding Silas soaking in a bath, bubbles coming up to his chin, was not a fantasy I’d ever envisioned. Oh, how I missed out. Turned out my imagination sucked. I could have put that fantasy into my spank bank for when I was on the road.
The real thing was right in front of me, and I loved it. It was the best way to return home.
I tore off my clothes and ignored the pointed look Elliot gave me when I left them in a pile on the floor and not in the hamper.
Once I was naked, I climbed into the tub and laid my back against Silas’s chest. Thewarm water heated my skin and ramped up my desire.
I sighed. A wash of contentedness rolled over me.
Like every day I was away from Silas I was carrying a burden that got heavier and heavier without me realizing, and now I was in my alpha’s arms and all was right in the world.
“You played a great game,” he said.
I smiled. I was sure there were people out there who wouldn’t want to talk shop all day, every day with their significant other, but not Silas and me. Sure we could talk about other things, and sometimes we did, but mostly it was all hockey all the time.
“Thanks,” I said.
“I would have called that hit in the second period.”
“Rude. Lucky for me, I play with inferior refs.” I turned slightly and placed a kiss to his jaw.
Silas laughed, and his arms tightened around me. “Are you sore from that hit you took? That looked painful.”
I was sore. My back ached where I had twisted it the wrong way after Kendricks slammed me into the boards. His ass landed in the box for that.
“I’m fine. I’ll get a massage from Clint tomorrow.”
“I can give you a massage.”
“Yeah? You get your massage therapist license since the last time I saw you?”
He shrugged and kissed my neck. I tilted my head to the side. I wanted his mouth on me more than anything. More than I wanted to talk about the game, and I always wanted to talk hockey.
My cock ached with want. Silas read my body like a book, and he wrapped his hand around my length. His own cock pressed against my back.
“I’ve missed you,” he said against my neck. His warm breath tickled against my skin.
I didn’t have words that could express how much I missed him while I was on the road, so I stayed quiet. I let my body do the talking.
I turned my head back and reached around so I was holding the back of his neck, and I kissed him. The kiss was deep and passionate.
His hand worked up and down my length. My hips met his every stroke, and his own cock pulsed hard behind me.
My hole clenched with need. I wanted him inside me.
But I wanted his hands on me. I wanted everything.
Every touch, every sensation. I wanted every second to slow so we could savor this time.
It would be gone in an instant, and both Silas and I would be in separate hotel rooms across the country from each other.
It was selfish of me, and I knew that.
I couldn’t help it when it came to Silas.
His lips left mine, and he sucked on the spot below my ear. I whined. My cock jerked, cum spurting and landing in the water. The bubbles had been reduced to suds. My breath came in heavy pants, and his kisses to my neck slowed. His hand worked over my chest, tweaking my nipples.
“Better?” he whispered against my neck.
“Always.”
I flipped around so that I was face to face with him. Water sloshed around us, soaking the floor mat. We’d have to remember to hang that up to dry.
I kissed him, letting my lips crash over his as my tongue dove into his mouth, and my senses were flooded with his taste. His hips bucked, and then he was moaning against me. I felt the warmth of this cum even though there was water all around us.
“Damn. I didn’t realize how long it’s been. You came so quickly,” I teased.
He grinned. “I’ve been waiting a while for you.”
I rested my head on his chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to go out, but Nix and Derek were insistent. The two of them need to learn how to relax.”
“It’s fine. You all need to celebrate your wins.”
I held him tighter. “I’d rather celebrate with you.
” I blamed the post-orgasmic high for letting those words slip out.
They were the truth, but not one that I wanted to say out loud.
If I voiced the truth, then it was real, tangent.
Eventually we’d have to face it and figure out where this thing with us was going.
I doubted we’d make it to retirement before we were found out. It was a miracle we hadn’t already slipped up.
“Take me to bed, Silas. Fuck me, please.”
“Mhm, and why should I do that?” he asked. Even though he was already lifting me out of the tub. I wasn’t a small omega by any means. I was shorter than your average hockey player, but I was just as muscular. Yet Silas lifted me with ease.
I kept my nose buried in his neck while he walked us across the room. He laid me on the bed. We were still dripping wet. The bedspread was gone, I hadn’t noticed when I came in. On the dresser was a folded sheet, set out for afterwards.
“I see you had this planned. I should be insulted. I’m not that easy, you know.”
He laughed. “Well, an alpha can dream.”
I spread my legs for him and reached between them. I wanted nothing more than to have him fill me, but I knew how he loved to watch me stretch myself. Sometimes, he would watch me stretch my hole while jerking himself off.
Silas’s eyes were blown wide as he stared at me working my fingers in and out of my hole. I stretched myself for him, not too much because I wanted the burn of his cock entering me.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
I nodded. Apparently he was just as hungry for me as I was for him. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand. We never had sex without protection. We couldn’t afford to have an accident.
I flipped myself over. I loved to look at him while he filled me, but I wanted him deeper, wanted him to cover me with his body and block out the rest of the world until all I knew was him.
He entered me slowly, until his hips were flush against me. I pushed against him, wanting more.
His hands held my hips as he slowly made love to me. This wasn’t a frantic connecting of bodies, this was slow and deliberate, the exact thing I needed from him. He kissed my neck and shoulders.
“Silas,” I moaned just before I rutted into the sheet, shouting out my pleasure as he hit that spot within me again and again.
“Yes, omega. Fuck yes. Come for me.”
I reached behind me, grasping for him. He slammed into me and shouted out his release.
I barely registered when he slipped out of me and cleaned us up. He lifted me from the bed to pull off the sheets.
I let myself be moved around like a doll. I was tired, the bone-weary exhaustion of the travel, the games, all coming down on me at once. I was home. In the arms of my alpha, the one I trusted above all else. He’d take care of me.
Then I was back in the bed and he was pulling me into his arms. “Sleep, omega.”