Chapter 10 Sin Bin Secret #2
She chews her cheek. “I couldn’t wrap myself up in everything good happening to you when so much bad family drama was all around me.”
“Were you even upset after our breakup? When I saw you a week later in Jerrod’s arms…” I shake my head, wanting to look at her with reproach in my eyes, but turn away instead.
“He was the friend I turned to during a rough time. Believe me, I can’t be more sorry about that now. Except one thing led to another, and Aiden was born. I won’t apologize for having him. He’s my entire world.”
I glance back at her, softening my stance. “I would never ask you to. Aiden is special. I just wish it were me… I think the wrong man was by your side through all of that.”
She drops her gaze. “We should go before Aiden misses us.”
“He’ll be fine for a few more minutes.” I step between her and the door, my hand settling at the curve of her waist. “Stella, back then… You were mine and I was yours. I was certain nothing would tear us apart. It should have been me with you going through everything.”
“Eli… I-I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too…”
I dip my head to her forehead, then I drop lower, nuzzling into her neck, whispering into her ear again, for emphasis.
“It should have been me.” I brush my mouth along the sensitive spot beneath her ear—the one that always undid her.
She gives herself away by leaning into it, goosebumps gathering there.
“Did your ex ever take care of you the way I did?”
Her breath stutters. “No. He never could.”
“He never kissed you here?” I ask, doubling down.
“No.” She inhales sharply, fingers curling into my shirt as if she’s holding on.
“How about this…” I pour years of desire into the press of my mouth against hers at last. She melts into me, kissing back, letting me in, toying with my tongue with a quiet urgency.
Heat rushes through my veins, and I don’t let go until she lolls her head back, breathless. I continue my pursuit down her neck.
“He never kissed as well as you,” she breathes.
My hand glides up her sweater, warming her up. I palm her hard nipple through the fabric, and kiss back up until my forehead meets hers, breathing in her floral fragrance. I hope she put it on just for me.
“Tell me to stop,” I hiss.
She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.”
I raise her sweater enough to reveal her lacy bra. I suck one nipple through the fabric.
“Shall I keep going?” I speak along the creamy skin of her cleavage, inhaling the other nipple.
“Mm. Yes,” her voice barely whispers.
My fingers work down her soft tummy, down her leggings, to the hot apex between her thighs. I rub her there, and she squirms in my hold.
“More?”
“Yes.”
I dip my hand into her leggings, into her panties.
“Are you wet for me?”
She moans my name. I play my fingers through her seam. She is wet and more than ready. I’ll bet she’s been wet for me since the day she walked into the arena. Because I’ve been hard for her every single day, but this secret rendezvous in the closet is all about her.
“I can stop any time you say,” I assure her.
Her hands land on my chest, pushing slightly against me, searching my face. And just when I think she might push me away altogether, she gathers my shirt and pulls me in.
“No, don’t stop. It’s been so long, Eli.” Sweet music to my ears.
My fingers press her clit, and she arches into me, head thrown back, moaning more.
“You need a man to treat you right, don’t you, baby? I can be that man. Right here, right now.”
“Yes. Be that man.”
With her permission clear, I find her lips again, swallowing her moans. Her thigh comes up on mine, my fingers tweak her clit until she’s close to the edge, right where I want her, begging for more, more.
Out of the corner of my eye, I gauge how far to the nearest bench where she’ll be more comfortable, when I spy an extra set of hockey gloves on the shelf.
“Look.” I break away from her lips for a second and grab the left one and put it on. Her eyes grow bright with want and need. “Remember how creative I get with a hockey glove?”
“Oh, yes.” She bites her bottom lip and nods. Her hands beat me to her waistband, and she surprises me, pulling down her panties and leggings to her knees.
I lower my gloved hand between her thighs, her breath hitching. More kisses trade between us, hungrier, while I’m dying for her to soil the glove.
She moans and reaches down, and presses the glove further, soaking the leather fabric of it through her channel. I let her run the show, guiding my hand as I coax the plump, padded thumb of the glove inside her, stretching through her tight walls. Oh, to be that thumb right now…
My mind quiets everything, focusing here with her and nowhere else, because she’s letting this happen, wanting this to happen, clinging to my shoulders as if desire isn’t enough to keep me right here with her.
“Yes, Eli, yes,” she purrs, gyrating on the glove as I hold her upright. With half-lidded green orbs, she captures my gaze in an intense dance. We find a rhythm, my thumb thrusting inside her, her hips meeting me, spiraling higher and tighter.
My cock thunders, roars, begging to burst through the zipper of my jeans, dying to know the feel of her once again. But he’ll have to chill the fuck out because I’m saving him for a special night, one where we’re in a proper bed and I can have her all night long.
She bucks harder, crying out, until her body finally allows the heat between us to erupt. My eyes never leave her face, watching her shake and come undone in my arms in the most beautiful way, with my name moaning from her lips like a melody.
I hold her through the waves of release, rubbing soft circles on her back, until her breathing evens out. I’m so into this woman, but does she have a clue she still holds the key to my heart, and it’s pounding out of my chest?
When she stirs, I remove the glove and admire my handiwork, the leather dripping with her.
“I think I’ll wear this glove tonight,” I state with a sly smile.
“It won’t distract you from playing well?”
“No, tonight your scent on my glove will spur me on to win.” I set it aside and straighten her sweater with a gentle touch.
The reality of what we’ve done returns when she gasps, peering down at her slick thighs. “Oh my god. I have to get back to Aiden. Everyone will know—”
“Relax, baby.” I grab one of the folded towels on the shelf.
I take it to the supply closet sink, wet it with warm water, and return.
Using gentle strokes, I take care of her, cleaning her up, performing a sacred ceremony.
I place her panties and her leggings back where they were, like new. “I told you I’d take care of you.”
“Why is it so sexy what you just did?”
“There’s more coming if you keep letting me in,” I promise.
“I might.” Her teasing smile is slow, knowing, until worry crashes in, her brows stitching together. “What did we just do?”
“We both proved that there’s still something between us. And if you’ll let me, we’ll keep exploring that and see where it leads?”
She places a hand on my chest and reaches up for a quick kiss. “I’d like that.”
At the door, she stops one more time, hands smoothing her hair into the ponytail. “Do I look put back together?”
“To me, you look like a very satisfied, very beautiful woman, but to everyone else? Don’t worry. They’ll have no clue about our secret in the closet.”
We rush out and rejoin the group at the sin bin, slipping back into place as if nothing happened. Just in time, too, as it’s Aiden’s turn next to sit in it for photographs. He waves enthusiastically at us.
When the tour is over and I need to head to the locker room to suit up for the game, Aiden gives me a fist bump.
“Good luck, coach,” he says, and he takes off with the group to the private box suite.
I take hold of Stella’s hand before she can get away, and keep her back for a moment longer.
“Listen, there’s a literacy fundraiser in Denver next week, sponsored by Ethan and Journey—you remember them? I played with Ethan on the Tigers.” I casually start.
“Journey, yes. She was so sweet back in college.”
“I’m hoping you’ll come with me.”
She arches her brow. “Like a date?”
“Yeah. But we have to be in costume. The theme is superheroes.”
She nods. “Send me the details, and I’ll think about it.”
I grin because it’s progress. “You’d better cheer loud for me tonight.”
She walks off and glances back at me, eyes sparkling. “If you score, then I will.”
“With my magic glove, it’s almost a guarantee,” I call.
Her laughter reaches my ears the further away she gets.
Mason comes up and socks my arm in jest. “So… where were you two?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” I play it off nonchalantly. The guys chirp behind me all the way to the locker room about sneaking off with Stella, but I don’t care. I scored big today.