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Freya: I’m not jealous, if that’s what you’re getting at.
Me: Yes you are. Ask yourself why it bothers you Reese is getting my attention?
Freya: First of all, you can stop saying her name. Secondly, if you want to fuck her so bad, go ahead and do it. Walk the walk, Kucera. Better hurry up though, you don’t want to miss your turn.
Walk the walk, Kucera. Goddamnit, she’s infuriating!
Me: It should be you on my leg. She might have her arms around my shoulders, but it’s your pussy I want around my cock. You’re who I want. It’s always been you.
Me: You want me to. It’s what you need isn’t it? For me to call you my good little slut and take over so you can let go. Work your body over until you’re a pathetic, blubbering mess. Aren’t you curious what it would feel like to be the weak one for once? Even hellcats bow to the devil, Freya Girl.
I hit send and watch her read the text. Her teeth trap her lower lip, and a glass shatters behind the bar. She startles, and one of the bartenders moves toward her with a towel as they clean it up. When she stands, she sinks a flustered hand into her hair like she doesn’t know what to do with herself. I have a penchant for rattling her, especially when it comes to sex. She straightens some bottles behind the bar and checks her phone again. My eyes are trained on her every movement. She says something to the other bartender and crosses the room toward the hallway, cutting her eyes at me for the briefest glance.
I make an excuse about using the restroom and slide Reese off my lap. When I turn the corner, Freya is in the shadows near the back stairwell. It’s dark, but her face and body are bathed in red light from the EXIT sign above. We lock eyes, and I pull her around the corner. My hands pin her to the wall, and she rushes to lift her skirt. I drop to my knees, pull her panties to the side, and throw one of her legs over my shoulder.
No words are exchanged, but she’s telling me exactly what she needs. Her free hand finds purchase of the handrail behind her as I lick and bite her inner thigh. She pants and trembles above me.I fucking love it.Those dark eyes peer down at me, and I can’t look away. I want to watch her every reaction. I dive in, dipping my tongue in her center before directing all my attention to her clit. She stifles a moan and leans forward like she’s going to fall, but I catch her with my palm, firmly holding her in place while I devour her sweet, delicious cunt.
When she regains balance, she claws and marks the nape of my neck. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was doing it to send me back to what’s-her-name covered in her scratches. Claiming me. She whimpers when I spear two fingers inside her. I narrow my gaze as a warning, and she bites into her lip. I fuck her with my hand and use my tongue to massage the small knot of nerves. Then I suck. She holds her breath, and her body tightens and writhes before she gasps and surrenders to her orgasm.
She pulses and jerks her hips. Standing, I move to kiss her, but she turns her head away from me.
“No kissing.”
She doesn’t want to kiss me?Fine.
But she will open up.
I push her chin down to part her lips. My Freya-soaked fingers paint her tongue, she closes her lips around the base, sucking as if it were my cock. I’m straining against the zipper of my jeans, my body begging to fuck her right here on the stairs. I think she’s about to ask me when she pulls her panties off, but instead, she stuffs them in my pocket, straightens her skirt, and walks away without saying a word.
I brace my arm against the wall, catching my breath, willing my dick to deflate.
No fucking chance.
Taking a deep breath, I jog up the back stairs two at a time to my apartment, throwing the door open and loosening my belt before I even get to the bathroom. I wrap her drenched, silky underwear around my fist and slide them up and down my shaft. Still tasting her on my tongue, I pump my dick less than a dozen times before I’m coming.
“Fuck!” I shout into the emptiness, the only sound is the bass from the bar below.
Out of breath, I pray for some post-nut clarity, but it never comes.
I want Freya McCoy.
TWENTY-ONE
Lonan Burke is in the Maldives for his honeymoon. Lucky bastard. Since the trip was something he won at one of the Lakes charity auctions, he gets a pass. Despite me having to partner with a different player, we are killing it tonight. Our passes are connecting, communication is good, and our pacing is right on the mark.
Burmeister jumps on the ice as I come back in.
“Way to skate, way to skate!” Sully slaps my helmet as I get back on the bench. “Good shift, rookie, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I pant. Had a couple shots at the goal. Unsuccessful, but we kept the puck safe, which felt good. Would have felt better hearing that buzzer ring, but whatever.
Banks leans behind one of the guys and shouts, “Hey Kucy, they’re always coming around that net and trying to hit the middle. Your sticking looks good, just make them go outside.”
I nod. He got in a fight about halfway through the last period, one of the other players has been chirping at him all night. Dude loves attention. He’s arrogant, conceited, and acts like the world is his playground. Anytime I’ve tried to ask Conway or Burke what his deal is, they just mutter something about “Edina” and “cake-eater.” Whatever that means. I get the impression he comes from old money. He looks like the kind of guy who would pay someone else to fight his fights, but that’s where he goes off script. On the ice, all that pretty-boy privilege goes out the window and he becomes this alter ego. You piss him off, and he’ll quickly collect retribution. Banks is wildly protective of the team. Not sure if that’s because he’s passionate about backing his boys or if there’s something else going on in his life.
We’re sitting at 4-0 in the third period, and there’s only a few more shifts remaining.
I get a couple more pointers from the guys before I’m up again. My brain recalls their advice. I push them away from the goal and hammer them into the boards wherever I can. Sometimes all you need is another player’s viewpoint to make sense of what’s happening right in front of you. This is a team I can learn a lot from.
