12. Evan
Evan
“Hey, Ev,” Emmy said from the other side of the empty locker room. I’d been sitting in front of my cubby, too bummed out to head home. I spun around. “I should have called you last night. I’m sorry. I was still upset.”
“You have every right to be mad at me. I was a dick.”
My lips curled. “Not quite, but you weren’t nice.”
She laughed through tears. “I wasn’t. Because lashing out was easier than feeling so much. I was scared of being someone you’d outgrow.”
I shook my head. “Emmy, you’re the first thing in my life that doesn’t feel temporary.”
With those words, she closed the distance. Her lips found mine as her fingers speared into my hair. I kissed her back with as much emotion, desperate to get closer, to show her how much I’d missed her. When we finally broke apart, I rested my forehead against hers.
“So…we’re good? And you’ll eat bananas with me before every game?” I asked, referencing her note.
She smiled. “Every single one. Though I’d prefer my bananas riper.”
“You’ll learn to love the green ones.”
“I won’t.”
From the doorway, Naomi and Adam started clapping.
Evan jumped. “How long have you been there?”
“Long enough,” Adam said. “And for the record, you’re welcome.”
Emmy laughed into my shoulder as I muttered, “Great. Now I owe my coach. He’s never going to let me forget it.”
“True.”
I kissed Emmy again because I could and because I wanted to. The soft brush of lips immediately exploded into tongues and nips as her hands returned to my hair. My palm slid to her lower back, splayed wide, the other cupping the nape.
Adam cleared his throat. “Pelletier, Mimi’s family is right here. Do I need to shove you in the ice bath?”
We laughed into each other’s mouths but didn’t pull back or away…lips still touching, breathing each other in.
“No,” I said. “But I am taking Emmy to my place.”
“Our cue to leave,” Naomi said. “Talk tomorrow, Meems.”
Once back at my place, nerves hit hard. I fidgeted with my keys. “We don’t have to do anything—”
“Kiss me, Ev.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I leaned down and claimed her mouth, thrilling at her taste.
Her lips were warm, and her tongue danced and retreated against mine.
With my last bit of focus, I shut the door and flipped the lock before I fumbled for a light switch.
Emmy cupped my cheeks and nibbled at my lips. I went lightheaded, dazed by her skill.
We broke apart, desperate for air, much later. Her lips were plump, and her cheeks were flushed. She was utterly gorgeous, and I would never get enough of her.
“You awe me,” I said.
“Well, I honestly couldn’t believe you were real.” She met my gaze. “You’re too good to be true, Evan Pelletier. You’re so sweet and thoughtful. There was no way I could believe you’d want me.”
I pressed my pelvis into her stomach. “I’m very real, and you make me crazy.”
She skimmed those soft, cool fingers up and down my cheek. “Would you think less of me if I wanted you to take me to bed?”
I dropped my forehead to hers. “I don’t want to pressure you. If you’re not ready, I’ll wait.”
“And that right there is why I can’t believe you’re real. You’re just…perfect. And I’m so not.”
I snorted, then nuzzled into her neck. “Would it make you feel better to know I’ve jerked off every single day since I met you?”
“Actually, yes.”
“Well, I have. And my dreams have been naughty.”
“Ooh, tell me more.”
I slid my hand from her waist slowly up her side to her nape, eyes glittering at her shiver as goosebumps exploded over her skin. Knowing she reacted to me as strongly as I did to her was a total turn-on.
“I was thinking about these pretty lips.” I rubbed my thumb over her lips. “And your hair. I love your hair.”
It was thick and unruly; she’d told me it was much less tameable than Naomi’s, so she often left it in ringlets.
“And your eyes. I love how they cloud with desire when you look at me. I dreamed of what you’d do when I sank into your body.”
“Oh my…are you a dirty talker?”
“I never have been before. But with you…I think I just might be.”
She stared up at me, pupils blown, breath shallow. “I really need you to follow through on all that.”
I swept her into my arms. “With pleasure.”
Setting her down in my bedroom, satisfaction slammed through me. “Right where I’ve wanted you.”
She bit her lip. “You’re sure you won’t get bored with me? That I’m not just a…a fling?”
I didn’t know all the details about her childhood, but I knew enough both from what she’d shared and what Adam had told me. Our long, candid talk about how difficult it had been for Naomi to trust him ran through my head.
Reassurance would be necessary for a long time, and I was more than happy to offer it.
I cupped her face in my palms and brought her gaze up to mine. “I love you, Emilia. Not just today. Not just this month. When I set my mind to something, I’m focused. And you are the most important person in my life, so you get all my attention.”
“After hockey,” she said.
I shook my head. “Hockey is my profession. It’s my passion, sure, but it’s also work. You are my pleasure. My future.”
Her lips parted, and her expression softened. Adam had been right; the more I reassured her, the more she let down her walls.
“I…I love you, too.”
I closed my eyes, reveling in the words. I hadn’t expected them this soon, but I sure as hell enjoyed hearing them.
She raised her hands and began working the buttons on my shirt. “I need to show you how much.”
“No complaints here.”
She got my shirt off in record time, and I pulled off my undershirt. But when her hands went to my belt buckle, I stopped her. “Let me enjoy undressing you, Emmy. It’s been my fantasy.”
She nodded, dropping her hands. I took my time, trailing my lips over her exposed shoulder, belly, ribs, then finally breasts. They were even plumper and prettier than I’d imagined, and I’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about her tits.
“Ev?”
I let her dark cherry nipple pop from my lips as I glanced up. Her face was taut with desire. “Yeah?”
“I’m so aroused.”
I smirked as I rested my cheek on her budded nipple. “And you want to come.”
“I think I’m going to explode if I don’t. And soon.”
I undid her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Her panties—little wisps of pink lace and silk—followed.
“Ev?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you inside me. Now. I don’t want to orgasm without you. This…it’s us. We need to do this together.
“Hell, Emmy. Could you be any more perfect?”
She put her palms under my elbows and steered me upright. “Don’t know. Don’t care. We can talk more later.”
Her lips claimed mine as she undid my belt and pants.
They slid down my legs as I toed off my shoes.
The urgency picked up, and the kisses went wild.
I shuffled her until she flopped back on the mattress, and I followed her down, covering her slight body with mine.
I was all kinds of overstimulated, but based on her sweet noises, so was she.
She writhed under me, causing more blood to flood my dick, which made it harder to think.
“Condom,” I breathed. Once I was sheathed, I settled onto my elbows and brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Are you okay?”
“No.” She arched her neck and pressed her pelvis to mine. “Please, Ev. Please, please. I need you.”
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
She took my hand and guided it to her slit. She was slippery and hot. I groaned. She moaned. She tugged my butt closer as she widened her legs, so I settled closer to her body. I gritted my teeth as I slipped my tip into her body. She gasped as she tilted her pelvis, taking me deeper.
“You feel so good. So good. I’m not going to last.”
“Fill me up,” she begged, so I did.
“Like that, baby? You like my big dick inside you?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “So good.”
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you so hard…” I pulled my hips back so I could slam into her sweet heat. We both stilled. My heart thudded against my chest with enough pressure that I worried I’d pass out. This woman was my addiction, and I was more than okay with that.
She lifted her head and kissed me. Our tongues touched and rubbed. I slowed as much as I could. I didn’t want the moment to end. But soon our bodies demanded movement, and I pumped into her as if my life depended on it.
In that moment, I was sure it did, especially when she whimpered and gasped and shifted, taking me yet deeper.
We came together, and it was sublime. Getting to hold her all night capped the most perfect night of my life. And it got even better when she rolled over in the morning and kissed me softly, whispering that she loved me.