Welp. There go my ovaries. He doesn’t wait for her reply, he pushes off on his skate and rejoins the drills happening on the ice. All eyes on our row land on Tori, whose scowl tells me she’s not open to telling me what the fuck just happened.
Eloise nudges my elbow, leaning close. “You’ve missed alot.I’ll tell you all the tea, later.”
What the hell have I missed since I’ve been gone? I talk to Apollo every single day. All of them. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t hear from him in some shape or form. And he didn’t think to tell me that something’s going on between Tori and Raffi? Something that sings of salacious, juicy, k-i-s-s-i-n-g up a tree? They’re very clearly together, even if she hates the public display of affection. Did I miss anyone else hooking up?
I look at Pen, whose cheeks pinken. Shit. I did miss someone else hooking up. She hasn’t said anything either. She holds up a finger. “Later.”
Damn. The pang in my heart causes my hand to drift to my chest. I’ve missed this place, these people. While recovery in Australia was important for me, for my entire being, for my core, this place is where I’m happiest, where I belong.
* * *
At the end of three periods, my prince of darkness has scored a hat trick. I shouldn’t be surprised, but the vibrating between my thighs and the moisture soaking my panties has me so on edge that he could probably growl my name at me, and I’d burst into pieces for him.
Each time he scored, he skated over to where I sat and rapped the glass with his stick like he needed to capture my attention. It’s like he forgot that he’s the only person on the ice that I give a shit about.
That’s somewhat of an exaggeration, but I’m captivated by him, always have been. There is no one else. After he banged his stick on the glass, he pulled off a glove and held up a finger, or two fingers, or three fingers. A threat, a promise, a reminder of what was in store for me after the game.
I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet, waiting for the team to get done with the behind the scenes stuff and get out. He’s going to be in his tailor-made suit. He’s going to look delectable. And he’s probably going to make me wait until after drinks in the bar with his team before he fucks me senseless.
Asshole.
He’s the first player out when the door opens. I don’t know where his kit bag is, but that predatory look in his eyes as he skims the waiting crowd for me, makes my clit tingle.
He grabs my hand, tugging me away from the rest of the girlfriends. “But—” I don’t get to finish my sentence because we’re practically running toward the door.
“Don’t.” It’s the only word he says until we get outside the arena and next to his car. He waited a year for this sports car to be delivered. A tiny seed of anxiety is buried deep in my chest. He had no idea that I’d be here tonight, and he had no idea that he might need to bring the other car instead.
When his lips crash against mine, everything is right, complete, whole again. It’s the welcome home I’ve needed since I landed at the airport a few hours ago.
He wastes no time turning me to face the hood of his car. “Hands out, Edie. Brace yourself.”
His words pulsate deep in my core, and I almost forget we’re in public.
“But... someone might see.”
He’s already shucking my pants down my legs and kicking apart my feet. “Don’t care.” His words are spoken through gritted teeth, like he’s already on edge, like he might explode before he even gets inside me. It sends a thrill through my body that has me purring. Bracing my hands on the cool metal of his new-to-me car, the tingles in my clit spread.
A firm hand lands between my shoulders and pushes my face toward the hood. It takes him about ten seconds to unzip his dress pants and free his cock, another half a second to slide his dick through my soaking wet folds, and less than half a second to get seated to the hilt inside me.
We both moan with relief. He gives me a beat to adjust to his presence before he lets go. Slams into me with reckless abandon. It’s not a romantic reunion, it’s a reconnection of bodies and souls. He pistons his hips against mine, the only sounds in the night air are his balls slapping against my body, and the loud squelching with each thrust against me.
I should expect it when he pulls his jersey up to my waist, revealing my ass to him, but when his palm connects with my skin, it’s still a surprise. I yelp, then relish the heat spreading across my ass cheek.
“You’re holding back,princesa.” He leans over me, mouth close to my ear as he jerks his hips against mine. “Let me make myself clear. I’ve missed you. I don’t give a fuck who sees, who watches, or who hears me fucking you right now. But I do care that you’re holding back. Where’s my unbridled princess?”
Something inside me snaps at his words and I wiggle against his hips that pin me to the car. “Apollo.” My voice is raspy, my palms sweaty against the now-warm metal under my hands.
I don’t move, I don’t chase my own orgasm, he’ll take care of me when we get back to the apartment. Right now, I just take. Take every thrust, every grunt and groan, every smack on my ass until my prince of darkness fills me with his cum.
He doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath before he shoves something inside me. “These panties you left on my pillow before you went away will keep my cum where it needs to be until we get home.”
He pulls up my pants, pausing to knead my ass cheeks on the way up. My legs are unsteady, my hands shaking, and my pussy aches, clenching intermittently with tiny aftershocks from my release. “Get in the car.” He’s pulled open the passenger door and is already circling the hood to get in the driver’s side.
“But the bar—”
He pauses, driver’s door open, an intensity on his face that I can’t fully see in the darkness, but I can feel rolling off him in waves. “You have two choices. You can go into the bar and put on a special show for all our friends and the patrons. Or you can get. In. The. Fucking. Car. Edith.”
He doesn’t leave me much choice as he slides into the driver’s seat and slams the door. So I do the only thing I can. I get in the fucking car.
