“Wherever you are.”
Despite the fact that my heart wanted to jump right out of my body, I managed to keep my composure. Cocking my head, I said, “Well, I’m right in front of you, Mister King. So, we might as well keep standing right here all night long.”
His soft smile widened slightly, giving me a glimpse of the Eden I’d gotten to know—the one who seemed like nothing could’ve ever shaken him. “As long as you’re here with me, I wouldn’t even mind it.”
Almost immediately, I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks. God, I hated how good he was with his stupid words.
Taking a deep breath to steady my racing heart, I reached for his hand and intertwined our fingers. “Could you give me your mother’s number so I can complain to her about all the sweet things you’re saying to me? It’s not fair to sweettalk a girl without meaning it.”
Eden chuckled, amusement filling his eyes. “Oh, Ally-Bear, you know I always mean it.”
42
EDEN
The locker room was a mess when I walked in, my gear bag slung over my shoulder. Alana was waiting for me by the door, watching me as I walked over to my cubby.
I had one job: take my gear to my cubby and get the fuck out of here.
But when my eyes fell on Alana, leaning against the wall with those perfect legs, my head malfunctioned. Her lips were glossy, her tits almost spilling out of that white dress she wore—whyever she wore a dress at three in the morning—like they were begging to be free. And her eyes… fuck those eyes. They were locked onto mine like she was already undressing me.
I dropped my bag with a thud, and the sound echoed through the empty room.
“Eden,” Alana said, her voice soft. “I’m sure you don’t want to talk about hockey tonight, but I wanted to tell you that I thought you still played good regardless of the outcome.”
I nodded once, but I couldn’t reply. Nothing good would’ve come out of me had I spoken at that moment.
“Is anyone else going to come in here?” Alana asked, stepping forward to allow the door to fall shut.
“I don’t think so,” I answered, feeling my pulse quicken as Alana came closer. “I mean, someone could, but?—”
“It’s late. They’re probably all on their way back home, don’t you think?” She stood in front of me, looking up with those green eyes that made me want to die.
Instinctively, I nodded.
“You know…” She ran a single finger down my chest, her gaze fixed on me. “I might know a way to cheer you up.”
My breath hitched. “You do?”
“I do.” Her hand reached back up, one finger tapping a slightly darker spot on my sweatshirt. “You’re all dirty,” she said, her voice low and teasing. It probably wasn’t more than a water droplet. “You should take that off.”
Oh, shit.
I shouldn’t have, I knew that, but… I didn’t need to be told twice.
I yanked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it aside, my chest heaving as I stared down at her. Alana’s eyes raked over me, taking in every muscle, every slight scar I had from the cats we owned growing up, every fucking inch of me.
Then her hands were on me, sliding over my pecs, down my abs, and suddenly, she was on her knees in front of me, her fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweatpants.
“Looks like someone’s excited to see me,” she said, smiling up at me.
I groaned as she peeled the sweatpants down, my cock springing free.
Alana didn’t waste any time; her mouth was on me in an instant, her lips wrapping around the head of my dick like she was fucking starving for it.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me, driving me insane, and I couldn’t help but grab a fistful of her hair as she took me deeper.
“Shit, Alana,” I gritted out, my hips bucking as she sucked me off like a goddamn pro.
