He steps back, saying goodbye to Lionel and leaves. I watch him disappear from view with yearning filling my veins already. When I look back at Lionel, I find him smirking at me.
“What?” I narrow my eyes his way.
“Quite the upgrade indeed.” He laughs again and comes in, placing his arm around my shoulder as he walks us out of the kitchen and toward the living room. “So tell me, little one, how did all of this happen?”
I sigh. “It was a late November night. Small flecks of snow fell from the sky, dusting the wet pavements. Not a soul could be heard or seen as the crisp air whooshed past the illuminated lampposts.”
His hearty laugh fills the space as I giggle along with him. “Ah, I’ve missed you, Aubrey.”
“Me too, Lionel. Me too.”
~ Two Days Later ~
I finish drizzling chocolate over the last batch of chocolate chip cookies just as the door leading to the garage opens, and Shane’s footsteps echo behind me as he gets closer. They suddenly stop altogether, and I hear his luggage clattering to the ground as I slowly turn around to face him with the tip of the silicone spatula covered in chocolate between my lips.
I feel the blush creeping over my cheeks as he stands there watching me with predatory eyes like he’s seconds away from snapping and devouring me. I pull the spatula from my mouth and set it back into the bowl of chocolate while licking my lips, my body heating from his intense gaze alone.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” I say tenderly and he instantly snaps out of his frozen state.
Shane takes quick steps over to me seconds before one of his hands threads through my hair while the other pulls my body to his as he claims my lips. “Angel,” he breathes against me. “God, you’re a dream come true. How did I ever get so lucky?”
“I ask myself the same question every second of every day,” I whisper back, pressing my forehead against his.
He smiles softly, eyes closed as his hands release me only to glide down the sides of his hockey jersey. “Where did you find this?”
I bite my lip, flushing a little brighter. “I found it at the back of your closet. I always see the girls wearing their men’s jerseys and I thought it would be nice to wear yours.”
His jersey is beautiful and looks different than what I expected. I’ve seen the Washington Warlocks’ jersey before, butthey must have changed it since the time Shane played for them. His is a bright yellow shirt with two deep indigo purple stripes on each arm, as well as one at the bottom of the jersey. The shoulders and collar also hold the same purple tone.
The logo that takes center stage consists of a large black ‘W’ with a smaller one in lavender with black outline slightly overlapping the top of the bigger one. Behind it is what looks like a magical, purple-tinted orb smashing against the ground right below the big ‘W’. It reminds me of what you’d imagine a cartoon wizard casting a spell with his staff to look like.
But the best parts of the jersey are having his last name along my back above the number thirty-three and his captain’s patch stitched in white and purple. I didn’t know Shane was the captain of his team, although to be fair I haven’t done much research on it. Anytime I’ve tried to look up Shane online, all that comes up are articles of his accident, and I don’t want to know about that. He deserves to be remembered for the great player he is, not the accident that ended his career.
He grins once more, eyes opening as he looks down at his jersey. “You know I’ve always considered the number thirty-three to be my lucky number, although now I’m realizing just how lucky it truly is.” His gaze returns to mine. “I was thirty-three when you came into my life.”
“Shane,” I whisper his name, my heart fluttering in my chest.
He kisses my lips, then trails down my jaw. “You can wear my jersey whenever you want, sweetheart, but fuck is it doing things to me to see you like this.” He growls and nibbles playfully at my neck as I giggle and wrap my arms around his.
One of his hands slowly lowers, caressing the sides of my body until he reaches the hem of the jersey. He dips beneath it, slides over to the inside of my thigh, then trails his way back up leisurely until his hand halts and he pulls away slightly, wide and surprised eyes boring into mine.
“I gave Marianne and Antoine the day off…” I murmur, my blush intensifying now that he’s discovered I’m not wearing anything beneath his jersey. I lean in and delicately bite his lower lip before letting it go. “We have the house to ourselves tonight.”
He chuckles, kissing my lips once before moving onto my jaw and back to my neck. “I was wondering why you were standing in the middle of the kitchen with no pants on, but I thought maybe there was a pair of shorts hiding underneath here.” His fingers begin to move once more as I spread my legs slightly, feeling the tip of them gliding through my slick folds. “This is much,muchbetter. My girl is getting bold.”
The truth is, I’ve been craving Shane ever since he left for the Griffins’ away game. I’m not sure if it’s the pregnancy and all the hormones, but I’ve been insatiable and it only got worse every time Shane called me over the past two days. I even ended up touching myself last night after wishing him goodnight, which is not something I do very often, but the need for him was too intense to ignore.
“No.” I giggle. “I just missed you.” I moan when his fingers connect with my clit where he then twirls them around in little circles, and I swear I already see stars.
“I miss you too, Angel, so, so much,” he says while pushing a finger inside me as he continues to make out with my neck.
“Then show me,” I pant.
Within the next second, Shane is lifting me onto the kitchen island, pushing back the tray of cookies so that I don’t sit on them. His hands glide up my bent thighs, slowly pushing his jersey up until it’s bunched at my waist and I’m fully exposed to him. He stares at my glistening sex for a moment before a devilish smirk traces the corner of his lips, and he glances over to the spatula resting in the bowl of liquified chocolate.
“Shane? What are you doing?” I watch as he grabs it and swirls it in the bowl, making sure both sides are well coated before lifting it out.
“Getting my snack ready.” He winks as he brings it over my core and lets it drizzle slowly as he sways it back and forth the same way I was doing to the cookies.
