Chapter 21
Alexander
“You should probably bring this as well,” I hold up one of Sarah’s smutty books I’ve just grabbed from her nightstand.
She tries to grab it out of my hands, but I hold it out of reach from her. She huffs before going back to her bag.
We’re currently in her dorm, packing up some of her stuff to bring to my apartment. I’m planning on spending as much time with her as possible, so a trip to her place was the first on our list after work.
After this, I’m taking her to dinner, our first official date, at least in public.
“You’re impossible,” she says as she disappears inside the bathroom.
I open her book, and after a small search, I discover a sex scene. Just what I was looking for.
If she won’t bring it, then I will.
I want to read and learn all about what my girl likes.
I bring the book inside my jacket, and when Sarah comes back into the room, she places her hands on her hips, giving me a small smile.
“Where is my book, Alexander?” She asks.
“Back in your nightstand, baby. You all set?” She narrows her eyes at me, clearly not believing me, then she shakes her head before heading for the door.
We make a quick stop at my apartment to drop off her stuff and freshen up before dinner.
When Sarah emerges from the bathroom, she takes my breath away.
She’s wearing a black dress, tight on her chest with a high neckline, then flowing from her waist.
Underneath, she’s wearing black stockings and a pair of high heels, and she’s touched up her makeup.
At my expression, she smiles at me and does a little twirl on her way over to me.
“You like it?” She goes straight into my arms, her hands lacing behind my neck.
When she’s wearing her high heels, she’s a little closer to my height.
“You look gorgeous, baby.” I kiss her nose once, before leaning down to capture her lips.
The kiss quickly turns heated, with our tongues twisting and hands roaming.
“Hell, angel. We need to leave now, before I rip that dress right off you and carry you to the bedroom.”
Even though we’d probably have a great time staying in as well, I want to take her out. Show her how she’s so much more to me than just a sex partner. Sarah would probably jump on the idea of staying in, as she’s a little reluctant about us being together.
I, on the other hand, want to show her how good we are together, in every sense.
“Let’s go.” She grabs my hand before we get in the elevator down to the garage.
I drive towards our destination, caressing Sarah’s hand the whole way while we talk about our day.
In the early part of her internship, she had a lot to learn about the team, its dynamics, and its players.
Over time, she’s becoming more confident in her role and her ability to contribute to the team.
I’ve been following her work and hearing all the praise from the guys, which makes me extra proud of her, knowing hockey players can be a tough crowd.
“Some of the other NHL teams have an advantage on us, as you can tell, they’ve invested a ton in social media and marketing, but I’m sure we’ll get there in time.”
When Sarah talks about Coyotes as a “we,” I feel my heart thumping in my chest.
She’s quickly become part of our team, and part of me is hoping she’ll have the opportunity to stay with us even after the internship ends.
I could hire her as my personal social media strategist, but I know she would never accept that, so hopefully she’ll get the opportunity when the time comes.
“The guys have been speaking positively about your work, Sarah. Even though I’ve wanted to rip off their heads for talking about you, they’ve only had positive things to say, so I’d let them off the hook.
As long as there were no sexual remarks about how amazing you always look,” I say, bringing our intertwined fingers up and kissing her knuckles.
She chuckles beside me, turning her body more towards me.
“Gotten jealous over me, McGregor? Even before there was something between us?” She teases me, her other hand caressing my biceps.
“You know just as well as me, baby, that there was never a time when it was nothing between us,” I tell her, giving her a knowing look out of the corner of my eye.
Ever since she showed up outside my hotel room, there’s been a connection between us, and she knows this.
“Hm, I don’t know, captain. Sounds like you’re just jealous someone else could have had a chance.”
Now, I know she’s messing with me, but I also know Sarah loves it when I make it clear just how much she’s mine.
Luckily, I’ve just reached our destination, and I park my car in a shadowed part of the parking lot.
“It seems like my girl is confused about just how mine she is,” I say, taking off my seat belt before continuing.
I hold out my hand toward her.
“Sarah, crawl into my lap,” I tell her, seeing her eyes widen at my words. She gulps, her breathing deepening as I look into her eyes.
“You’re not serious,” she tells me, her voice small, but I also sense her curiosity and desire.
“Dead serious,” I say, and to prove my point, I lean over, a hand going under her ass, helping her out of the seat and into my lap.
“What now?” She breathes into my lips as I start kissing down her neck, my hands slowly caressing her back, down to her ass, and over her legs.
I grab a hold of her hair, tugging until her eyes level with mine.
“Now, you’ll take out my cock and feel just how much I am yours,” I challenge her.
I’m in a constant state of arousal around this woman, but having her close, taunting me about my teammates having a shot with her, well, that has awoken the caveman inside me.
Sarah unzips my trousers before her hand disappears inside my boxer briefs. When she feels how hard I am, her eyes widen, making me snicker.
“Start pumping me, baby,” I tell her, and she watches me as she starts doing what I tell her.
My own hand travels up under her dress, and when I feel bare skin under the dress, I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“And what do we have here?” I ask as I lift up her dress, revealing stockings underneath.
“Stockings and no underwear seem more appropriate whenever you’re near,” she tells me, and I couldn’t agree more.
I make small movements up and down the inside of her thighs, teasing her as she continues to stroke me. Just as I’m about to reach her heat, I make my way down her thigh again.
“So, which team player exactly had a chance with you?” I ask, making deliberate movements, not quite reaching the parts she wants me to touch most.
“No one,” she tells me, pushing closer to my body, eager for my touch.
“Hm, I think I recall you telling me otherwise,” I kiss her throat, my hand once again nearing her heat.
“I was lying,” she says, desperation in her tone.
“Who do you belong to, Sarah?” My other hand goes around her throat, squeezing gently.
“You,” I reward her by plunging my finger inside her heat, finding her wet and ready for me. I add a second finger, making Sarah whimper.
“That’s right, Sarah. You’re fucking mine. Don’t ever forget that.”
I love watching her pleasure, it’s addictive.
When she’s nearing the edge, I decide to take this a step further.
How I ever thought we could make it past dinner without a good fuck is beyond me.
This woman is slowly but surely turning me insane, and I’m all here for it.
“Now, you’ll be a good girl, and ride my cock, show me just how much you enjoy being mine,” I growl against her lips, kissing her hard.
Sarah positions my cock at her opening before sinking down, making both of us cry out in pleasure.
“Alexander, fuck, I’m so yours.” She grips my shoulders tightly in her hands, bouncing hard on my cock.
“Yeah, you are. I’ll fuck you every day, remind you just how mine you are.”
My words turn her movements frantic, chasing her pleasure as I edge her on. Just like everything else, I’ve never been a possessive man before her. But just like everything else with her, every aspect is heightened.
Knowing she likes to fuel the fire, bringing out the beast, makes me want her even more.
She meets me halfway, every damn time.
I start circling her clit, meeting her every thrust, feeling myself getting closer to the edge.
Just as Sarah reaches her orgasm, I feel myself following right behind her, and we cling together as we ride out our pleasure.
When our breathing calms, she gives me a small smile, which makes me curious.
“What?” I ask her, my hands travelling up and down her back.
“You just bring out so many sides of me, I like it a lot.”
She’s glowing, and her confession takes my breath away.
I know she’s had her doubts about us, but each day, I get a glimpse into a new side to her, making me fall even harder for her.
“You bring out a lot of new sides of me as well, baby,” I give her a soft kiss, making her sigh.
“I’m in so much trouble with you, McGregor,” she tells me, making me wink at her.
“I’m right there with you, Parker.”
～
“I really think you should consider it,” Sarah tells me.
We’re nearing the end of our dinner, and we’ve been discussing what I can do to turn the team and our spirits around.
I feel the responsibility heavy on my shoulders, knowing we’re not in balance right now.
She’s still set on her suggestion that I should invite the guys over to my place for a night of board games in a laid-back atmosphere.
She’s made an excellent case for every reason I don’t want to do this.
I told her we’re professional hockey players who don’t have time for that kind of thing.
At that, she just scoffed at me and even cited studies in sports psychology showing that team players who met outside their practices and games performed stronger as a team when they got to know each other in a different environment.
When I argued that our schedule is too hectic, she pulled up the team calendar and suggested next Thursday evening, showing me that after our midday game, the whole team has the night off.
I even tried to tell her I don’t want people in my personal space, which made her roll her eyes and volunteer to clean up any mess the guys left.
The more I think about it, the more I think she makes a good case.
Maybe this is what the team needs.
To not only see me, but also each other in a more laid-back environment.
Especially for the newer guys on the team, some of whom haven’t yet found their place, even though I’ve tried to include them and help them settle in, they probably also don’t like the overbearing captain, as Sarah told me.
“I’ll do it, on one condition,” I tell her, seeing her face light up.
“Name it, captain.”
Her excitement is contagious.
“That you’re there with me,” I say, and she immediately narrows her eyes at me.
“I’m not a player, Alexander, it would be weird,” she says just as the waiter delivers our dessert.
“No, it wouldn’t. And you would be working, making content for our profiles. You just get to fuck the host at the end of the night,” I say, giving her a playful smile as she shakes her head at me.
I have to make my own arguments, and I want her by my side.
Besides, this was her idea, and I’m sure it will be better if she’s there.
She thinks over my suggestion, probably contemplating all the reasons why she should decline.
“I’ll need Samantha there as well. Way too much testosterone in one room, I need at least one other woman there.” I smile at her, happy to have her by my side.
“It’s a deal.”
～
I’ve just finished my shower after practice when my phone rings, an incoming call from my dad, probably with my mom close by.
They are a package deal, those two, still madly in love after 35 years of marriage.
“Hey, Dad,” I greet him, putting my phone against my cheek and shoulder as I drag a pair of pants up my legs.
“Hey, dear,” comes my mom first, confirming that this is one of their joint calls.
“How is everything in Chicago?”
I catch them up on all things hockey as I get dressed and pack up my bag.
As parents, they’ve always been the kind who support me and tell me that they’re proud of me no matter what.
When I made it into the NHL, they were seated in the stands for every game.
As my brothers live in New York and Florida, they’ve decided to stay on Long Island, meaning they see Braden the most.
They make the trip out to Chicago several times a year, but it’s been some time since I last saw them.
“I’d love for you to visit soon. I could book everything, just let me know when it’s a good time,” I tell them.
“Oh, that would be lovely, dear.”
They tell me about their latest project: building a cabin in the Adirondack Mountains.
They’ve helped both my brothers and me in our respective careers, so we decided to give them the possibility to retire early if they wanted to.
It’s been good to give back to them, as they’ve dedicated their life to making our dreams come true.
“I’ll try to make the trip to the cabin whenever I play in New York next,” I tell them, imagining Sarah by my side as we drive up the mountain roads.
I’m tempted to tell them about her. I know my mom will be delighted if I tell her I got myself a girlfriend.
They beat me to it, my mom asking if there’s anyone special in my life.
She has her usual playful tone, probably not expecting a yes, as she’s always gotten a no in the past.
She’s in for a treat.
“I’ve met someone very special. Her name is Sarah, and I’d love for you to meet her when you visit.”
My mom squeals through the phone, and my dad chuckles.
I’m making my way through the hallways of the arena, over to the PR department.
“Calm down, dear. He’s got a girlfriend, not a wife, with children on the way,” he says, trying to control my mom’s excitement.
I don’t mind.
I’m happy to bring her joy, and I see myself with Sarah in the future, hopefully, with a small tribe of children and a big ring on her finger.
“Yeah, we’re not there yet,” I tell them, feeling good about telling my parents about her.
I’ve met her dad, so it’s only right that my family knows of her, too.
She will probably be intimidated when I tell her, still a little scared of the big feelings, but I’ll soothe her.
“We’re excited to meet her,” they tell me as I’ve make it to the doorway of her office.
I’m looking at Sarah, who’s concentrated on her computer in front of her, lost in work.
I smile as she senses my stare and gives me a breathtaking smile.
“Yeah, me too.”