She smiles at me before she reaches over and brushes her hand across my forehead, pushing my hair away off my skin. “It was really nice to see you and your sister together today, Hendrix. I’m so happy for you two.” Her eyes crinkle at the sides from pure joy. “I’m so glad that she has a good home.” She laughs. “My dad is actually friends with Kolt.”
“That doesn’t surprise me,” I tease her. “Coach Talmage got to be on a team with the dude. Then again, Coach Talmage is pretty badass himself.”
“Eh, he’s all right.” She winks. “Coach Huff is better though.”
“That’s just because he’s your uncle,” I say, shaking my head and grinning.
“Are we going inside to watch a movie or what?” she asks, reaching for the door. “Oh, and we’re ordering Chinese in tonight, just so you know. And you’re not stealing my orange chicken either. So, get your own, piggy.”
I pretend I’m offended before pushing my door open and getting out. We walk up the walkway and to the stairs of The Tower, my arm slung around her neck.
I can’t stop thinking about the fact that my sister ended up living with an absolute hockey legend. Kolt Kolburne has been an idol of mine since I was a kid. Shit, I think he’s part of the reason why I went on to become a defenseman myself. I watched him play on the ice with such rage yet still skate with such grace, and I knew I wanted to be like that one day.
A lot of professional athletes can be the guy everyone loves because he’s funny and he makes the world laugh. But not everyone can be a fan favorite simply because he’s a nice asshole. That’s Kolt.
Reaching for the door, I pull it open and smack Isla’s ass when she steps inside. Following behind her, I wrap my arms around her body and pull her back to my chest, burying my face in her neck.
“Looks like the place is empty, Nineteen,” I murmur. “Just me and you.”
Craning her neck, she peers up at me. “Oh, yeah?”
My cock pulses against her ass from the sound of her throaty voice, and I graze my teeth against her flesh. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” I practically growl.
Wiggling out of my hold, she giggles and turns toward me.
“You’ll have to catch me first, lover boy,” she coos, her eyes glimmering with amusement. “And I’ll warn you … I’m pretty fast.”
“Is that right?” I muse, my dick hardening just at the thought alone of catching her. “You know what happens if I catch you though, right?”
She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip, tucking her hands into her back pockets. It’s more than clear that she’s turned on, and that only makes this more fun.
“Why don’t you tell me?”
I take a step toward her slowly, reaching for her chin and gripping it.
“If I catch you … I’m going to fuck you exactly where you are.” I pause. “And take your body however I see fit.”
“And if you don’t?” she breathes out.
“Oh, I will,” I drawl, kissing her quickly then tugging her bottom lip between my teeth for a few seconds before releasing it. “But go on. Get a running start. Trust me, Nineteen, you’re going to need one.”
She looks at me for a split second before turning around and dashing down the hallway. I let her reach the bottom of the stairs at the other end before I take off sprinting. She’s squealing now, and by the time I reach the bottom of the steps, she’s a third of the way up.
I take two at a time, and her feet hit the top stair at the same time my arms wrap around her body.
“Told you I’d catch you,” I growl against her ear. “Now, turn around, sit down in front of me, and open up that pretty mouth of yours.” I smirk as I drop my hands from her body and undo my belt before unbuttoning my jeans. “Show me how much you love the taste of my dick.”
She turns toward me, trying her best not to seem so eager. But when she stands before me, her eyes dart down to my fingers unzipping my fly. Then I shove my pants down over my hips, right along with my briefs, and she quickly drops down onto her knees.
“That’s my good girl,” I rasp, running my hand through her wild blonde hair. “Always so ready to please me, aren’t you, baby?”
When she licks her lips, I grip her hair tightly, angling her eyes up toward mine. My free hand grasps the railing, and when she leans forward, she opens up her mouth to lick the tip of my cock, and I’m pretty fucking thankful our stairs have a railing because if not, I’d probably fall backward.
Her lips play with the tip of my dick like I’m her prey and she’s about to gobble me up whole before her tongue drags over the bit of pre-cum that spills out eagerly. Blood rushes to my dick at an uncontrollable speed, hardening me more by the second and making my cock stand tall for her.
Taking me deeper, she scooches her ass closer to the edge of the stairs and tilts her pretty face up toward me. Watching my cock slide deeper into her mouth, back and forth against plump, reddened lips, makes me wild, and I grip her hair and the railing even tighter.
“Fuck … I could watch you forever,” I grumble, making her moan. “Those perfect lips were made just for my cock to slide between, I swear.”
