He lifts my hand to his lips, where he presses a light kiss. “I’m just excited about spending some time with you.”
“You know, some hockey players would be mourning the season.”
“Sometimes, there are more important things than hockey, and I’m staring right at one.”
“The charming side of you is dangerous, and if I can remember, that’s how I got pregnant in the first place.”
He laughs and pushes me down the hallway to the kitchen, where he gently lifts me up and places me on the counter. I yelp from how cold it is at first but then quickly get used to the chilly stone on the backs of my legs. It’s relatively easy to ignore because the man in front of me is the Eli I recall from months ago. He’s stupidly sexy and joyfully confident again.
“What do you want for breakfast?” He opens the fridge to absolutely nothing. With a brow raised, he looks over his shoulder. “Uh, there is no food in here.”
“Been kind of busy freaking out over the boy who wouldn’t talk to me on my birthday.”
He winces and straightens. “Can we never talk about that again? It legit gives me a stomachache.”
“Too soon to joke about?”
“Too soon.”
I bring him in close and wrap my legs around his waist. “Sorry, but it is the truth.”
“I know.” His hands smooth up my thighs. That’s all I need. That little touch and I’m lit up again.
I wrap my hand around his head, and I bring him close so I can open-mouth kiss him. He, of course, matches my kisses, my tongue strokes, and when I peel out of his shirt, he moves his mouth down my chest to one of my breasts.
“Seriously, babe?” he asks when his fingers find just how wet I am.
I lean back on the counter and spread my legs as he undoes the last button of the shirt and flips it open.
“I need your cock,” I say.
“Christ,” he mutters as he brings his cock out of his pants and gives it a few strokes. I watch as it grows in his hand, thicker and thicker. My mouth waters from the prospect of having him inside me. Stretching me. Pounding into me until I’m coming all over again.
“Eli, fuck me.”
He growls something deep in his throat and then lines his cock up to my entrance only to pull my hips down and insert me on him.
“Yes,” I cry out as he pulls me off the counter and flips us around so we’re pressed up against the wall.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“God, yes. Please just make me come.”
He doesn’t say anything else as he grips my thighs and moves me up and down against the wall.
Pushing.
Pulsing.
Grunting.
Our sweat mixes, our groans compete with each other, and when my orgasm builds, I kiss him until I’m moaning so loud I can hear my voice vibrate off the walls as I come all over his cock.
It takes him a few more strokes, but he’s right there with me, falling over the edge.
After a few deep breaths, he asks, “Are you okay?”
I sigh into his hold. “More than okay.” I bring my hands to the back of his head and play with the short strands. “Really freaking okay.”
He smirks, and I’m a messy puddle of goo. I’m not sure how I got to be in this position. In Eli’s arms, it feels like a blur, but now that he’s here, I don’t want to let him go.
Chapter Thirty
ELI
Taters: Drove up to the cabin this morning. Come when you want.
We spent the latter half of the day shopping, once I was able to get Penny off my dick. No joke, I can’t tell you the number of times we’ve had sex since early this morning. We got her quite a few new outfits, things she’d be comfortable in, and then I took her out to a late lunch followed by some ice cream. We ran into a few fans, but nothing too overwhelming. I was worried about lashing out, but everyone was pretty cool, giving us space, and I appreciated that.
But it was nice, holding her hand as we walked down the street, going from shop to shop. I wasn’t worried about being caught, about touching her wrong, or even saying something that wasn’t appropriate. I was able to breathe . . . be happy.
And fuck, it felt good.
Since Penny is in the bathroom, I quickly text him back.
Eli: I don’t want to leave Penny. Can I bring her?
Taters: Might as well. If Pacey can get Winnie to talk to him, pretty sure she’s coming too.
My brow pinches together.
Eli: What do you mean she’s not talking with him?
Taters: Did you think our star goalie was just sucking because he was getting older? No, Winnie put a break on their relationship after you fucked his sister.