Chapter 30 Cole
THIRTY
COLE
October
Before I know it, fall sets in again. The weeks fly by after training camp, then the start of the semester. I blinked and August has sped along to the end of October.
I get how it must be for Eve when she says she feels like time slips away from her too easily. Maybe it spills through my fingers so quickly because she makes me happy.
The regular hockey season is underway. Our first few games were good in my book, though David gave the team an earful in the locker room and on the bus home after Saturday night’s away game. We definitely have room to work out the kinks and get the guys connecting fluidly.
It’s getting late on a Tuesday. The athletic facility is shut down for the night. I’m still in my office reviewing game tape to search for anything else to address in this week’s practices.
Narrowing my eyes, I scrub back to watch a breakaway. I tap a pen over the notepad I’ve filled with my observations. It’s one of Eve’s that she designed for her shop. The motivational messages she hand-lettered while we watched TV make my lips twitch affectionately.
As I watch, I pick up the dog figurine she bought for me at the festival. It always makes me think of her when I spot it on my desk.
I rewind the video to study the play again, frowning at the moment it falls apart.
Easton’s golden when he picks up the pass from Jake in our defensive zone, racing up the ice ahead of the Elmwood players.
He’s wicked fast and his control is beautiful.
Then in a split second, it’s over when a zippy forward poke checks the puck.
My mind whirs with the drills we can utilize to help Easton find a counterattack strategy. The kid’s got so much raw talent, yet it surprises me he wasn’t picked up by professional scouts in junior league. I know David personally recruited him to play here.
My phone lights up. I see Eve’s name and just like that, I feel lighter.
Eve: Mission sneak in after hours successful.
There’s a photo attached. She’s standing by the practice rink, the image edited on her phone to make her look like a spy with a drawn beanie, sunglasses, and coloring her Heston U hoodie black.
I snort, glad I asked her to meet me here after hours. I needed the excuse to drag myself away from the overtime I’ve been putting in.
Pocketing my phone, I slip out of the office to find her. The practice rink has half the lights turned off, creating a more intimate vibe when I track her down. She’s absorbed in typing something on her phone, probably a note to herself to get down whatever idea’s popped into her head.
Prowling silently, I sneak up on her, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle her surprised shriek when I wrap my arm around her.
“Gotcha.”
She tugs my hand down and spins in my arms. “You’ll pay for that.”
“Oh yeah?” I grin, dipping my head to slide my nose along hers. “How?”
“No idea. But retribution will be sweet,” she assures me.
My shoulders shake with humor. “I’ll be waiting.”
She points to her eyes with two fingers, then swings them to me. I take her waist, boosting her onto the boards. Her knees spread and I step between them, hands settling on her hips. She winds her arms around my neck.
“Hi,” she chirps.
“Hi. Sorry I’m here so late. I got wrapped up analyzing the games we played over the weekend.”
Her head tilts with a cheerful smile. “That’s okay. What did you come up with?”
“We’re shaping up. I think it’s just early season jitters. When I have them on the ice this week, I want them working on their foundations for better chemistry.”
“They’ll find their groove,” she agrees. “I have tickets for the home game on Friday. I’ll be cheering real loud.”
I hum, drawing her closer. “For me, right?”
“For my team,” she sasses. “I scream for you all the time.”
“Damn right you do. Because you’re my good girl.”
She shivers, biting her lip. I slide my hands up her back, loving her reactions whenever I praise her.
It amazes me that after we’ve been together for months, I’m still this starved for her, always turned on by her mere existence. She could be standing at the coffee maker with greasy hair from a three-day work binge and I want her with every fiber of my being.
“I totally used to dream about making out at the rink with you,” she murmurs against the corner of my mouth. “You were so hot in your hockey jersey. I’d imagine practicing my routine and catching your attention. Making out in the penalty box.”
“Yeah?”
I capture her mouth, deepening the kiss when she gasps in delight. Her legs lock around me and I shift closer. The memory of her figure skating overlaps with the girl who stole my heart. The girl who’s all mine now.
I pull back to marvel at her. Her eyes remain shut, a serene smile gracing her beautiful features.
“I’ll need to update my fantasy. Making out with a hockey coach is definitely sexier than making out with a player.”
A rumble sounds in my chest and my fingers sink into her hair. “Come here.”
We crash together in a rush of hot breaths and tongues. I swallow every sound she makes, hands pushing beneath her sweater.
A door bangs open at the other end of the rink. I tear away from her with a disgruntled sigh, helping her down.
“Campus security,” I mutter. “Let’s go back to my office so he doesn’t catch us together.”
We hurry from the practice rink without making a sound, carefully shutting the door. She muffles a giggle with the sleeve of her hoodie covering her hand as we jog the halls.
In my office, I lock the door. She perches on the desk, grinning when she spots the notepad I’m using. Taking her phone out, she snaps a photo of it in action and sets it aside.
I saunter over to her, grasping her throat lightly. “Where were we?”
She hums into it when I pull her to me for a kiss. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, nails scraping my skin when I nip her lip.
We separate only long enough for me to help her peel off the hoodie, then I’m on her again, dragging open-mouthed kisses along her jaw.
She plants her palms on my chest and pushes me. I collapse into the chair, watching intently as she lowers herself between my legs. She’s only in her leggings and a bra. Thinking becomes difficult, blood rushing to my hardening cock.
Her hands splay on my thighs, inching inward until she reaches my erection. “Is that for me? I’ll have to do something about it.”
My fingers thread in her hair with a bitten off groan. “Evie. You’re killing me.”
“You’ve never thought about having my mouth on you in here, sitting between your legs under your desk?”
“Of course I have.” My head hangs back. “Making out here is one thing, but I work here with your dad. All I’ll be able to think about is my cock in your mouth if I let you give me head. I’ll never be able to look him in the eye during a strategy meeting again.”
She quirks a brow in challenge, giving my dick a squeeze through my jeans. “Are you sure?”
I fold like a house of fucking cards. I always do when it comes to her.
“We have to be quiet,” I concede.
“Me, or you?” She leans into the hand I have in her hair. “You can be loud when I blow you.”
“Both of us.”
My stomach clenches in anticipation when she lowers my zipper. I help her shove my jeans down far enough for her to pull my thick length out. She hums, eyes flicking up to meet my hooded gaze.
She licks the tip, keeping her eyes on me the whole time as her lips stretch to sink down my shaft.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” I rasp. “So good. Your mouth is perfect.”
She gives it to me exactly how I like, taking me so deep I feel the back of her throat, then sucks hard. My breathing is uneven. I lick my lips, muttering praise that makes her cheeks pink.
She gets into it, finding a fast rhythm of bobbing her head. At one point she almost chokes herself, pulling back. I pet her head until she nods, working my cock like she’s dying to swallow every drop of come I give her.
The pleasure is too much to handle. I inhale sharply at the bolt of it from her tongue curling around me.
Not yet.
I need to be inside her.
My fingers tighten in her hair. She makes a greedy noise that nearly finishes me off. Air punches from my lungs as I fight off my release. I hold her jaw, getting her attention.
“Up,” I grit out.
I help her to her feet, then bend her over my desk. Her breath hitches when I tear her leggings down and glide the tip of my cock through her wet folds.
“You want this? You want me to fuck you on my desk?”
“Yes.”
Her answer comes out hazy with arousal. I sink into her inch by inch, both of us gasping with pleasure. I savor the feeling when I’m buried deep, stroking her lower back.
“Come on,” she goads. “I need you to move.”
“In a minute, baby.”
“Cole—ah!”
Her plea turns into a strangled cry when I slam into her. She presses back against me, body begging for more.
“Shh,” I remind her.
“You shh.” She moans under her breath.
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
I fuck her hard and fast. The desk creaks and my pen holder tips over, spilling them off the side. She giggles, then stifles a hiss when I pull her hair.
“You’re making a mess, sweetheart,” I tease.
“You are,” she snarks.
I snap my hips sharply. She gasps, fingers scrabbling across the surface, nearly knocking the empty coffee thermos over.
“Did you come? You’re squeezing me like you did.”
“Yes,” she cries.
“Shh.”
“Oh my god,” she pushes out. “Don’t stop.”
We both freeze a moment later when her phone lights up on the desk with a call. It’s her dad.
Her breath catches. She lets it ring for a few seconds until she glances back at me, then reaches for it.
“Evie—”
She answers, bright and breathless. “Hey, Dad. What’s up?”
“Hey, honey, your—are you running or something?”
Everything goes haywire, my pulse a frantic thrum from adrenaline and arousal. What is she thinking? I start to ease out of her. Her hand flies back to grab my hip, holding me in place. Fuck, she kills me. I take her waist and try not to make a sound.
“Nope, I’m all good. I just had my phone at the bottom of my purse so I was about to miss your call. What do you need?”
She clamps on my cock. A ragged breath rips from my lungs, grip flexing. I hope to fucking god David can’t hear it.
“Your mom’s looking for the—What? You got it?” His voice grows distant before returning. “Sorry, she found it. I’ll talk to you later.”
“‘Kay, bye.”
“Jesus, Evie,” I mutter as I snap my hips the second she hangs up. “Taking your dad’s call while I’m inside you?”
She snickers. “Just keeping you on your toe—ah! Fuck!”
My hips snap at a punishing pace. “Take it.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
I nudge my hand beneath her, finding her clit. She exhales unsteadily as I stroke it. I shift my angle to hit her deeper, smirking against her shoulder when she claps a hand over her mouth to hide her louder moan.
“Right there?”
She nods, arching to meet my cock as I drive into her. I kiss my way to her nape, intent on leaving my mark on her. She’ll have to wear her hair down for days because I want to leave this memory on her body.
Eve trembles, choking back a cry, then I feel it. Her limbs go languid with pleasure.
I keep the same pace, focused on rubbing her clit. I want her to come again.
“Cole,” she breathes. “Please.”
“Come on. You can do another, can’t you? Give me one more,” I encourage.
My fingers circle her clit faster. She seizes, then arches her back with a sigh. Her pussy flutters with her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I croon.
I want to stretch this out longer, make her come more until she’s wrung out, but I’m too close to the edge. My thrusts speed up, eyes slamming shut at her squeezing my cock like a goddamn vice.
Heat sears through me when I come. I cover her back, muffling a groan against the crook of her neck. She melts, hips circling as I empty inside her.
She’s the first to speak after we’ve recovered. “What do you want for dinner? I’m starving. Forgot to eat since you were late.”
I try to form words and fail, caressing her side. “Dunno. Brain isn’t back online.”
She giggles. “Did I break you this time?”
“Yes.” I kiss between her shoulder blades and pull out carefully. “Goddamn, baby. Look how much you came on my dick.”
“My own hat trick,” she jokes. “With an assist.”
I gape at her, lips twisted in a ridiculous smile. My chest expands with boundless adoration for her, the feeling growing so big my ribs might crack open.
Eve’s just—perfect. The best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.
She gives me a confused look when she finishes hiking her leggings back up and pulling on her hoodie. I shake my head, cradling her face to kiss her.
We leave my office with our pinkies linked. I can’t wipe the grin off my face while she regales me with the plot of a new show she’s obsessing over and has lined up for us to watch.