Chapter 29
Jayden Allen
T he conversation between Aiden and Conner is background noise as I park outside the hockey house.
Willow is on the forefront of my mind after she left the ice during the game.
The Bulls painted a target on her back from the drop of the first puck, and I could see she was hiding the extent of the injury as the game went on. But Willow may go down as the most stubborn person on the planet.
Eventually, Coach West made the decision to take her off, despite Willow’s plea to stay on. However, with the semi-finals on the horizon, we can’t afford to lose her.
More importantly, I don’t want to see Willow hurting. My stomach twisted every time my gaze wandered from the ice to the bench.
I dump my bag in my bedroom before heading to Willow’s bedroom. Swallowing back my nerves, I knock on the door.
“Come in,”
I open the door to Willow’s room, narrowing my gaze onto her slumped shoulders and the bags under her eyes. Willow’s hair is damp, staining her shirt with excess water. I try to calm my racing heart, approaching the edge of the bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask, taking a seat next to Willow.
“Yeah, just some muscle aches. Nothing ice can’t fix,” she says, pressing the ice pack below her breasts.
I eye her suspiciously. Willow always downplays her injuries because she doesn’t want to miss out on game time.
“Need another massage?”
Willow smiles. “I mean, I won’t say no.”
I laugh, moving to the middle of the bed. I tap the space between my legs, so Willow knows where I want her. She listens, placing her ass against my crotch and back on my torso.
Willow wiggles, grinding herself on me. I bring my hands to her skin, digging my thumbs into her shoulder blades.
A moan drips from her lips. I bring my head closer to her ear, letting my breath hit her pulse point. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Oh, I will finish. Maybe you will too if you’re lucky,”
I chuckle. “Willow, we are not having sex.” I continue to massage her back, trying to release the knots in her muscles.
Jesus. The tension Willow is carrying in her shoulders is ridiculous. I should have been doing this weeks ago.
Willow’s voice is breathless as she mutters her next words. “What if I beg?”
Fuck. She is trying to kill me. “No–”
“Please, I want you to touch me. I want you to make me feel good.”
I groan, my fingers itching to trail down Willow’s body. To grip her hips, her ass, anything that I can use to hold her against me.
Fuck. This is a terrible idea.
I move my right hand, trailing my thumb down Willow’s neck. Her pulse throbbing underneath my touch, her breath hitching. I’m obsessed with every noise that leaves her lips, and knowing that I did that to her, drives me crazier.
“If we do this, we take it slow.”
Willow turns to face me, blatantly rolling her eyes. That little brat. A rumble leaves my throat. “I’m serious, Willow.”
“Fine, but I want you on top.”
I scan her body, her t-shirt is covering her ribs, so I can’t see the extent of her injuries. I grab the hemline of her shirt, pulling it gently over her head. Fuck. My eyes drawn to the discoloured skin on her upper ribs.
“Willow–” I begin, but she interrupts me before I can finish.
“Don’t, Jayden. I need this.”
There is something about her plea that stabs me in the heart. I sigh, moving so Willow can lie down. I position myself between her thighs, my knees digging into the soft mattress.
I reach for her tits, my thumb circling one of her pink nipples, before moving to the other. They harden under my placid touch, sending a thrill through my spine.
A breathy whimper leaves Willow’s throat. “More,”
I oblige. My thumb skates down her ribs and over the bruises. I don’t apply any pressure, not wanting to worsen the injury. I lick my lips, bringing them to her stomach.
I hold my lips against her skin between kisses longer than I need to. In each kiss, it’s like I’m giving up pieces of my heart.
I drag her panties down her legs. Throwing them across the room, I plant a kiss on her mound. I drag my thumb through her slit, groaning at her wetness.
“Look at you, Red,” I murmur between kisses. “Always ready for me,”
“Please, Jayden. I want you inside me.”
“You will take what I give you,” I say, circling her clit with my tongue. “Be patient, Sweetheart.”
I take my time coaxing Willow to the edge, but not any further than that. Willow looks perfect at my mercy–her red hair wild and spread across the pillow, her limbs shaking from my touch, her whimpers make my dick twitch.
I rise from between her legs. I lower my lips towards hers, my control slipping with every moment I remain this close to her.
All I want is to devour her lips, show her that I could be her everything she needs. I bury these thoughts, sending them to the back of my mind.
“Do you have a condom?”
Willow nods, pointing to her top drawer. I force myself to move away from her, shedding my clothes and throwing them onto the floor.
I grab a condom from the box and rip the packet open. I slide it on, covering my erection, before lowering myself onto my elbows.
I reach down, grabbing my cock to slide through Willow’s arousal. Our moans consume the room, her hot breath hitting my neck.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes…please,”
My breath hitches as I slip my length inside Willow’s cunt, inch by inch. Fuck me. I distract myself by kissing Willow’s pulse point and circling her clit.
She arches her back, thrusting her hips up to meet me. Fuck. I’ll never get over how good it feels to have her warm, tight cunt wrapped around me.
“Harder,” Willow whimpers.
I pull myself out before driving back into her. I flick my eyes down to where our bodies are connected, my orgasm building at the base of my spine.
Willow’s pussy clenches around me, causing my eyes to look back up. Our eyes meet, and I can’t look away. I don’t want this moment to end. It feels different. Our ragged breaths collide, lips inches apart.
I want to kiss her again.
I need to kiss her again.
“I’m going to come,” Willow murmurs, her breath hitting my face.
I suck in a sharp breath. “Me too.”
After one final thrust, my thumb never wavering from Willow’s clit, I explode. Our orgasms are simultaneous, as we continue to stare into each other’s eyes.
My heart pounds, every lingering emotion striking me at once. Willow seems to think loving her is a chore, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
I want her loud moments, the vulnerable pieces of herself that hide under her rough exterior. I want to love her on the hard days and the easy days.
I love her.
I’m in love with her.
The words are on repeat in my brain, begging to leave, but I don’t utter them. Not when I discard the condom. And certainly, not when I lay down next to Willow, tangling our bodies together. She doesn’t tell me to leave, and I don’t think I’d be able to.
So, I stay, breaking another rule that we implemented when this arrangement first began.