“Briggs…”
A loud, clanging sound echoes around the room, causing us to both jump.
“What in the hell is that?” I screech.
Maddison throws her head back and laughs, sitting up on her elbows, causing arousal to flare again inside of me at the sight of her tits. The perfect handfuls that I need over and over.
“That is Gram’s breakfast bell.”
“A breakfast bell?”
She nods. “You get used to it. It means breakfast is ready and set up in the dining room.” She pulls her plump lip between her teeth. “Guess that means we’ll have to pick this back up later.”
Her cheeks are pink. The flush seemingly going down her neck to the tops of her breasts.
I lean over her body, hovering to where we’re aligned, but not quite touching. My cock is throbbing against the waistband of my briefs, but it looks like we’ve been called to breakfast, so down buddy.
“Guess so.” I drop my lips to hers and kiss her slow and deep. It’s a promise because this isn't over.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers, flopping down from her elbows, “but, I have to say. You are very talented.”
I laugh. “That so?”
She nods then sits up, rights her bra and finds her t-shirt before pulling it over her head. A wide grin spreads on her lips before she leans forward and gives me a quick peck against my lips and slides off the bed. “See you at breakfast.”
When she disappears through the door, I collapse back on the bed and give my dick a moment to calm down.
Fuck.
This girl. She’s goddamn incredible. Her smile, her sass, her body, fuck, the way she tastes on my lips lingers even after she’s gone. The way she laughs at my corny-ass jokes and sees me as a person, not just a hockey player with a fat bank account. I feel like I can just be… Me. Like even though we’re complete strangers, she still has the ability to make me feel so at ease, just being the guy I am.
Walking into this inn, the last thing I expected was to meet a girl, let alone a girl who blew in like the storm we both were just caught in. The truth is, she’s the first full breath of fresh air I’ve breathed in a long fucking time.
It both terrifies and exhilarates me.
Six
After what was supposed to be a quick shower, but ultimately ended up being much longer due to the fact that I couldn’t stop obsessing over Maddison and the way she tasted on my lips, I change into a fresh t-shirt and shorts, then head down the stairs for breakfast.
The dining room, if I remember correctly, is off to the side of the main room. I take my time making it there because as I’m walking, I stumble across some photos on the main hallway that I’m convinced are of Maddison.
Her hair is lighter and cut close to her shoulders, curling outwards. She’s grinning at the camera with a lopsided, toothless smile. She’s fucking adorable.
“Ah, that was Maddison when she was about six years old, and convinced she was the next all-American fisherwoman.”
Margaret, Maddison’s grandmother, says as she comes to stand next to me, admiring the photo with love in her eyes. Her glasses sit far down on her nose, and she looks over the top of the frame.
“That girl, I swear. Ever since she was just a little thing, she’s been ready to take on the world. Didn’t matter what it was, she was convinced that if she put her mind to it, she could achieve anything.”
I nod. I was like that too when I was young. Fresh. Had stars in my eyes. The second I stepped out onto the ice, I felt unbeatable. Like a king, overlooking his castle.
Funny how life knocks you down when you feel like you’re at your highest. Its own way of humbling you.
“Anyway, breakfast is in here, sweetheart.” She gestures to the end of the hallway.
“Thank you.”
Shoving my hands in my pockets, I walk to the dining room. Entering, I’m taken back with how spacious it is. The inn doesn’t look tiny from the outside, but it definitely is ten times bigger than it looks. The room is elongated with a huge, dark oak table set with individual place settings and the middle is filled with every breakfast food you could possibly think of: eggs, bacon, hash browns, muffins, biscuits.
Hell, just looking at it I know I’m going to have to work out twice a day when I get home or I’ll find my ass flat on the ice.
With perfect timing, my stomach grumbles as my appetite flares.
I’m a growing boy, what can I say?
My eyes scan the room for Maddison, and I find her at the very end of the table. She’s chatting with an older man who sits to her left, and as luck would have it, the chair across from her isn’t taken. I walk over and slide the chair out before taking a seat.
When her eyes flare up and meet mine, she grins shyly. I want to tell her, after having her pussy on my tongue less than an hour ago, there’s nothing to be shy about, but I’m guessing her grandmother’s breakfast table is not the place to say it.
“Hi.” I smirk.
Her honeydew eyes glimmer. “Hi.”
Neither of us says anything else, but it’s one of those moments where it doesn’t have to be said. I can feel it.
Her eyes tell me everything I need to know.
Seconds later, her grandmother walks through the double French doors then closes them behind her. Even though it’s hardly eight a.m., her apron is already covered in flour and there’s a smear of it across her cheek. Something I didn’t notice earlier.
“Good morning, everyone. Feel free to dig in!”
I can tell she’s the kind of woman who enjoys hosting and feeding everyone. A lot like my own grandmother was. She loved to have us guys over after hockey practice, so she could feed us and complain about all the dirt we tracked in, even though we all knew she lived for those days. She passed away when I was a teenager, and I still miss her every day.
Everyone begins making their plates, including myself. I load it down with eggs and pancakes and extra bacon because I’m a meat kind of guy. All while sharing secret, heated glances with Maddison.
I smirk when she misses the sausage she’s trying to stab with her fork because we’re eye-fucking each other at the table. We’re like teenagers right now, but fuck, I’m so into her I don’t even give a shit.
After our plates are made and everyone’s seated at the table, lost in conversation, Maddison’s grandmother joins us at the head of the table with her plate and begins speaking.
“Maddison, darling, did you have a good sleep last night?” she asks.
Maddison’s eyes fly up to meet mine, and we stare at each other for a moment. Rolling her lips together, to stifle the smile, we lose it. Both of us laughing so hard, the entire table shakes in front of us.
Her grandmother looks alarmed, her eyes flicking between the two of us.
“Yes, Grams, I had a wonderful night. Very pleasurable.”
Having just taken a bite of eggs from my plate, I choke on them mid-swallow and almost fucking die.
Jesus Christ.
She’s truly my dream girl. In the fucking flesh, sitting right here in front of me.
Somehow, I dislodge the eggs from my throat and clear it before taking a swallow of the orange juice in front of me.
“You have a lovely inn, Margaret,” I tell her grandmother, putting on my most charming smile, determined to win her over as well.