“Unwritten rules for guys, darlin’—always give before receiving.”
I love giving, and seeing Al come because of me is almost better than sex. The keyword:almost.
“Fuck the rules. Maybe I want to give before receiving,” Alondra says, and it’s her confidence that shuts down any logical argument for why I should say no. I don’t want to take any power away from her in these moments, especially ones she initiates.
The last of my self-control slips away when Al pulls my briefs down around my thighs, and her fucking mouth is sucking and licking. I tangle my fingers in her hair, quiet groans leaving my mouth as she makes me delirious with want and need.
“Look at me, pretty boy,” Alondra says, and I look down, watching as she pumps my cock in her hand.
She’s a dream come true.
“Tell me what you want,” she says, and my hips jerk, thrusting into her hand.
“You,” I say, exhaling, and Al takes the tip in her mouth, flitting her tongue over it as I bite back a moan. She’s perfect, but also an evil mastermind, bringing me to the edge before slowingdown again, taking her time. I seriously think she’s trying to torture me.
“Alondra, please,”I beg, panting when she hums around me. The sensation is fucking incredible, but I lose control when she decides to take pity on me, tightening the pressure of her mouth, and I come hard enough to see stars in my vision.
I’m out of breath when Alondra tucks me back into my pants after pulling them up for me, and I feel like I’m made of jelly.
“Goddamn, you’re mean,” I breathe out, collapsing on the bed next to her as she laughs.
“Consider that my apology for not being around much the past few days. I wanted to make it last for you.” Al grins, and I shake my head at a loss of words.
“You didn’t have to do that because you weren’t around. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I’m just happy you’re here,” I finally manage to say, reaching for her hand, lacing our fingers together.
“Jack, did you ever consider I wanted to? I promise you, I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to,” she says, and a horrible thought crosses my mind I should have thought of when I first asked her this.
Does she want things to be purely physical? What if sex—as great as it is with her—is all this becomes? I love being Al’s friend, and just sitting in the same room as her. I like going to the library and bringing her coffee. I think she likes all of those things too, or at least I hope she does.
“Okay,” I say, squeezing her hand. I push the thought to the back of my mind because Al is the last person who would make this all about sex.
Al shifts up to lean against the headboard, and I move my head to rest it in her lap. She runs her fingers through my hair, and it feels good to be taken care of like this.
“How are Dylan and Seth?”
It feels like a cop-out to admit I have feelings for her by saying I spent the majority of the night waiting for Al to text me back. I also don’t want to sour her mood now that I finally have Alondra alone by telling her about the piece of shit she dated. “They’re good. It was mostly just catching up after the long break.”
“Are you excited for the games this weekend?”
“Yeah, I think it’ll be fun.” It sounds like hell because I don’t want to leave her again.
“C’mon, buddy, you have to give me more of an answer thanit’ll be fun,” she teases, laughing quietly, and I get stuck on the word buddy.
Fuck, why couldn’t I just spit it out that night? Why did I have to ask to be friends with benefits with Alondra?
“I’m going to love kicking Boston’s asses on the ice.”
“That’s better.” Alondra smiles at me, and I wonder if this is what love is supposed to feel like?
I’m not sure how Coach could ever think she’s a distraction when Alondra’s actually the best damn thing to happen to me in a long time.
Shit, Dylan’s right. I need to pull my head out of my ass before I lose Al because I’m too scared to admit that I’ve developed real feelings for her.
CHAPTER 37
Alondra
The first nightJack was in Boston, I received a text from Bradley asking if I’d finally decided to listen to him, and I had enough.
