Cassidy
“Damn, girl. This scene is fucking hot. Is it weird that I’m picturing you and Trent the whole time I’m reading it?”
“Only when you tell me you’re picturing us.” I grin. “It’s good, isn’t it? God, I’ve missed writing smut.”
“Forget about writing it. You’re living it.” Aarya heaves a dramatic sigh. “I can’t believe you’re getting to live out your romance book fantasies with a professional hockey star.”
My cheeks heat thinking about last night. “It is kind of crazy the way this is all happening.”
“Have you checked outside your door yet?”
“No.” I rub my temples in small circles. “I don’t want to expect there to be flowers just because he left them once before.”
“You’re not expecting them. You’re just checking.”
“And what if they’re not there and I feel disappointed because they’re not there? What if I want there to be flowers there because I want him to want to get me flowers? But if there’s no flowers, then that means he didn’t want to get me flowers.”
“You’re confusing me. Just open the damn door.”
I pull myself off the couch with a whine, and stomp over to the door. I hold my breath and count to three in my head before opening the door.
My mouth falls open.
“There’re flowers, aren’t there?”
“A giant bouquet of red roses.” I crouch down and snatch the card.
Red is officially my new favorite color.
And you’re my new favorite flavor.
—Neighbor Man
Wetness pools between my legs. “Damn, this guy is good.”
“He wrote you something freaky in his card, didn’t he?”
I chuckle. “Maybe.”
“Have you sent him any new videos?”
“Not yet. I don’t want him to think I’m a crazy sex fiend or something.”
“Well, I’m living vicariously through you so hurry up. I want the next chapter in this book.”
“Why don’t you come to the game with me tonight? Maybe you can find your own hockey star to bone.”
She gasps. “Really? I can come with you?”
“Of course. I’ll tell Celeste to get you a ticket.”
Aarya squeals. “This is going to be so much fun.”
“Let me give her a call now. We leave at six so make sure you’re ready.”
“Yes, ma’am. See you at six.”
I shoot a text to Celeste, and then my thumb taps on Trenton’s name.
Me: I love the flowers, but the note was my favorite part.
Trenton: I’m no author but I thought that was pretty clever.
Me: My best friend is coming with me to the game tonight.
Me: She requested that you hook her up with one of your teammates.
Trenton: Hmm. What kind of guys is she into?
Me: Just make sure he’s nice. No assholes allowed.
Trenton: I’m on it.
Me: Is it too soon to send you another video?
Trenton: I was hoping you’d send one so I had another excuse to see you tonight.
Something flutters in my chest, but I stamp it down.
Of course he wants to see me. He’s getting sexual favors for the sake of my writing. Like he said, any guy would be a willing participant.
This is a deal we’ve made.
Nothing more.
I scroll until I find the video I bookmarked and paste the link into the text.
Me: Here you go.
Me: And for the record, you don’t need an excuse to see me.
Trenton: Good because I would’ve come up with one anyway.
“Yes! Goal!”
Aarya slaps her palms against mine. “This is so exciting! Who knew I was into hockey?”
I laugh at the intensity in her eyes. “It is exciting now that I know what’s going on.”
“I told you I’d make a hockey fan out of you.” Celeste nudges me with her shoulder. “Trent has been in a great mood, by the way. I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it.”
Aarya stifles a laugh and I dig my elbow into her ribs.
I don’t know if Trenton told Celeste about our agreement, but I don’t feel comfortable telling many people about what we’re doing.
The crowd is electric tonight. The score was 0-0, neither team giving up a goal until now.
The coach puts Trenton in for the final period, and excitement bubbles through my veins. He becomes a different person when he pulls down his mask and takes his position in the crease.
As soon as the puck drops, the center from Boston skates away with it, making a beeline for Trenton. He passes it to another player, but defense intercepts it. They fight for possession by the net.
“Come on, get the puck out of there!” Celeste shouts.
Then one of the Boston players shoulder-checks Trenton’s teammate, sending him flying backward—right into Trenton.
His helmet flies off as he slides across the ice and a fight breaks out around him.
Gloves come off and several of the players fall on top of Trenton.
Fists fly and the crowd goes wild until the ref finally stops it.
Trenton’s teammate helps him up, and I crane my neck to see if he’s okay.
Celeste leans over to explain to Aarya. “You’re not allowed to touch the goalie. It’s no holds barred.”
Aarya’s wide eyes flick between us. “That was nuts.”
This was the first live fight I’ve seen.
The idea of fighting on ice where sharp blades are involved makes me worry for Trenton’s safety.
I stare at him, unable to focus on anything else until he turns around and searches for me.
We lock eyes and he gives me a quick nod before slamming the helmet back over his head.
Celeste puts her arm around my waist. “He’s okay, babe. Just a little scuffle.”
My lips pull into a frown. “Why can’t they just play the damn game? Why do they have to fight like that? It’s not safe.”
“Because it’s hot as fuck,” Aarya says.
Celeste laughs. “His team had his back. They won’t let him get hurt.”
The fight sparked a fire underneath the Goldfinches and they secure a win minutes before the end of the period, making the final score 2-0.
I pace in my living room waiting for Trenton to get back after the game. Something feels different tonight. Maybe it’s the fact that I saw him go down on the ice, or maybe it’s just nerves because I’m excited to see him.
But I won’t be able to relax until he comes home.
I fling open the door when I hear his knock and jump into his arms.
He chuckles as he staggers backward, wrapping his arms around me. “Hello to you too.”
“Are you okay? Let me see your head.” I grip his face and examine his face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Trenton walks into my apartment and kicks the door shut behind him. “I’m fine.”
“I was worried. Your helmet came off. You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.”
“Listen to me.” He carries me over to the couch and lowers me onto his lap so I’m straddling him as he sits. “We get hurt in hockey. It’s a physical sport. But I’m always going to be okay.”
I frown. “I didn’t like it.”
A slow smile spreads across his face before he brushes his nose against mine. “You were worried about me, baby?”
“Of course I was worried.”
“Come to think of it, I’m in a bit of pain right now.” His hands slide down my back and grip my ass, dragging me over his growing bulge. “You think you can make me feel better?”
I rock my hips, my fingers threading through his hair. “I can make you feel amazing.”
The video I sent Trenton was more about me giving than receiving this time. After watching him jerk off last night, I wanted to be the one to give him pleasure. I want to be the one to make him come, to be the reason he loses control.
I slide off his lap and lead him to my bedroom. Then I begin undressing him, taking my time to peel off each article of clothing until he’s left standing in his boxers.
I kneel in front of him, wearing his jersey and nothing else, and gaze up at him. “I want to do this exactly like the video. If it’s too much, I’ll pull back, but don’t be afraid of hurting me.”
He nods, his eyes wild with desire.
I pull his jersey over my head and discard it on the floor before reaching for his boxers, dragging it down his muscular legs. His dick bobs before me, a shiny glint of precum beading at his head. He’s thick and long, and my pussy clenches at the sight of him.
I slide my lips around him, sucking his crown into my mouth and bobbing in slow, short pulses.
Trenton’s hands push through my hair as he lets out a groan.
I run my fingernails up his thighs and reach around to grip his ass, pushing him farther into my mouth. I hum as I take him all the way in before pulling back and doing it again.
My eyes flick up to his, letting him know want I want.
His grip on my hair tightens as he thrusts his hips, plunging deeper to the back of my throat. I gag and he pulls back for only a moment before he shoves himself back inside.
He’s holding my head still while he fucks my face, my eyes watering as his cock hits the back of my throat—and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Fuck, baby. You look so good gagging on my cock. What a good girl you are.”
Wetness drips down my thigh as Trenton talks me through it, praising me and letting me know how much he’s enjoying this. I slide my fingers over my pussy, trying to relieve some of the mounting pressure.
“Don’t you come, baby. Not yet. I want to be the one to do it.”
I whimper in protest, but then his hips move faster. I reach up to cup his balls, giving them a gentle tug.
He groans loud. “Cassidy, I’m gonna come.”
And this big, beautiful man calls my name, over and over again, as he shoots his release down my throat. I swallow it down and my chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. But then I’m yanked up by my shoulders and Trenton hauls my mouth against his, suffocating me in a kiss.
He carries me to the bed and tosses me onto it before burying his face between my legs. He laps up my arousal and sucks on my clit, feasting on me as if he needs me like the air he breathes. It’s messy and wet and loud—his grunts and my moans, the both of us enjoying this just as much as the other.
It doesn’t take long for me to break apart, my body at his mercy. I clamp my thighs around his head and ride out the intense euphoria.
When we’re both sated, he collapses onto the bed next to me and pulls me into him.
Our panting breaths mingle as I lay my head on his chest. His heartbeat races, matching the pace of my own.
We don’t speak for a long while, and I’m not sure what he’s thinking...
but I recognize the sound of warning bells going off in my head.
I could get used to this.
I like the way this feels. The way he feels—here, holding me. The flowers, the notes, the kissing, the sex...I like it all too much. None of this was supposed to happen, but now that it has, I don’t want it to stop.
It has to stop at some point, right?
What if it doesn’t?
What if this is just the start of something incredible?
I guess I’ll find out.
All I know is, with the way he’s making me come, I’ll ride this train until the wheels fall off.