Opening his eyes, he pushed her hair back from her face so he could watch as her mouth moved up and down his shaft, her tongue flicking over the tip in between each stroke. He whispered her name and then groaned when she wrapped her hand around the base of his dick, squeezing as her lips slid down to meet her fingers over and over, each time a little faster.
His hips bucked when he came, and she held him with one hand against his thigh as she swallowed, stroking him softly until the tremors passed and he let his head fall against the cushion.
When she stood, he shifted to his side and hauled her down to cuddle against him. It was slightly awkward, since he was wearing a shirt and no pants, but he just wanted to hold her for a few minutes.
But then she made a satisfied sound and ran her hand down the arm he’d flung across her before lacing their fingers together, and suddenly he didn’t care that he wasn’t wearing pants.
He was going to hold Kristen for as long as she’d let him.
10
“Iswear this place gets louder every time we come here.” Annie frowned in the direction of the three women screeching with laughter. “Or I’m getting old and cranky. Am I old and cranky, Kristen?”
“We’re the same age, and we are absolutely not getting old. But you’ve always been cranky.”
“True.”
They’d been coming to this very trendy and upscale bar once every two or three months because it gave them a chance to really dress up. And also because the dirty martinis were fabulous and the patrons were slightly less handsy than at other places they visited. And Kristen had never invited Annie to Firewall with her because, even though she was a good friend, they worked together, and it was Kristen’s work-free happy place.
And now it would always be the place she’d met Will, she realized when thinking of Firewall automatically triggered an image of him in his gray Henley, head bent over his phone to read about Abigail Adams.
She should have gone to his game.
He hadn’t outright asked her. And he hadn’t pushed back when he brought it up and she changed the subject. But wouldn’t that be the only reason he brought it up at all? It wasn’t as if they spent their time together sitting around and talking hockey.
And Annie would have understood if she’d rescheduled this girls’ night out. Hell, she probably would have been thrilled since she was always telling Kristen she should get out there and date.Reallydate, and not just scratch the itch occasionally.
But sitting at a Skimmers game, knowing the camera would eventually find her and her face would be on the Jumbotron, wasn’t high on the list of things she wanted to do. Once the crowd knew she was there, there would be whispers and people in the rows in front of her taking weird-angle selfies as if she wouldn’t notice they were really trying to sneak a picture of Erik Burke’s sister cheering on Cross Lecroix.
No thank you.
But it was a big deal to him, coming back after an injury the way he was. And without his team, in a hostile city. She should have been the friendly face in the crowd for him.
A dirty martini later, Will was still on her mind. She couldn’t shake the feeling in the pit of her stomach that she was doing the wrong thing right now.
“What’s the matter with you tonight? You’re so tense, I’m afraid somebody’s going to bump into you and you’re just going to break into pieces.”
“Nothing. Just…work and stuff.”
“I workwithyou, so I know all about that, and I also know it doesn’t make you like this. Stressed and pissed off? Yes. But you’re wound extra tight tonight. Is it the hockey player everybody’s been talking about?”
“Yes and no, I guess.”
“Yeah, I’m going to need one more drink and alotmore detail.”
Kristen had no problem with another round of cocktails, but the details were going to be a problem. Annie was the closest thing she’d ever had to a best friend, even though they’d only known each other for a couple of years, but the truth of her relationship with Will was such a secret, he couldn’t even tell his parents. It wouldn’t be right for her to confide in Annie, no matter how much she wanted to.
But she could tell part of it.
“I didn’t know he was a hockey player when we met,” she said. “You know how I feel about hockey.”
“Oh, that kind of sucks. What did he tell you he did?”
“He didn’t lie or anything. I told him I didn’t care what he did, if you know what I mean. The relationship wasn’t supposed to go that deep.”
“Obviously it went a little bit deep, since you not only know what he does, but you’re dating now.”
“A little bit deep,” she muttered. “I guess you could say that.”
