Then his eyes meet mine and I’m gone. Devilish lightsparks in my Angel’s eyes. “Fuck me, Felix.” He’s confused before I say, “Your fingers. Fuck me, please. I need to come.” My balls ache. My breaths are uneven. I need to let go.
He thinks for a moment, dragging the tips of his fingers around my rim in a slow scorching movement. I twitch as he plays, still pumping me. “Please. I’ll do anything. Please.” I think he’s going to fight me, then he begins to jerk me off with purpose, twisting on the upstroke. My hips roll, my stomach clenching.
I rise onto my elbows, looking down at him. This gorgeous man who’s changed my life in such a short time. I don’t want these moments with anyone else. I want them with him. I’m shaking, my balls heavy as he pumps his fingers in and out quickly, driving me insane. “Come on, Greyson.”
“Felix,” I whine. “I’m close.” Soft tremors shake my thighs.
“I know you want to come. Look at you. You need it, huh?” I nod. “You look like a mess, Grey. A beautiful fucking mess.”
“Please. Fuck. Fuck,” I grit. “Please,” I moan. “Yeah, that’s it,” I breathe, my muscles tight, as he twists along my cock. “Oh. Oh fuck, yes. Oh yea. Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I’m grinding harder. “I’m yes, oh yeah. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck.” I thrust my hips into his hands. “I’m fucking coming. Yes, please. I’m fucking coming. Oh, oh yes. Fuck—” Ropes of cum land on my chest. My hips punch up into his hand. “Oh fuck.” My head hits the pillow. “So good.” I twitch, my legs spread obscenely, his fingers still working me through my orgasm.
Without another word he climbs on top of me, jerking his cock inches from my lips. I look up, and he squeezes his chest. He looks drunk. “Open your mouth.”
I stick out my tongue and moan when the first ropes of his cum land on it. “Give it to me.” He leans in, rocking hiships into my mouth, letting me lick him clean. He thrusts a few times then slips from my lips. I lace my fingers around his cock and cup his balls, squeezing his crown and licking the last drop.
He breathes heavily, looking down at me. Then he looks back and carefully lifts off me to check my knee still resting on its pillow. He disappears into the bathroom, before coming back a moment later with a warm washcloth to clean the cum out of the hair on my stomach.
Then he climbs into bed beside me. There are so many things I could say, but I choose silence instead. I have no words. Not for what he just did, but how he just made me feel. I think my heart is going to explode with this feeling. He lies over my chest, playing with my chest hair and smiling, so damn proud of himself. He doesn’t even ask me if it was good. My Angel knows it. Confidence. That’s what I want to see.
“Hey, Grey?”
“Yeah, Angel?”
I feel him move, and I open my eyes a little to see him staring up at me. “I’m going to write all this in detail in my journal.” He beams wide, and I laugh then kiss the top of his head.
I’m so damn happy. With his warmth against me I fall asleep.
TWENTY ONE
Grey
Well, this is uncomfortable.
I look over at Landon. I think we’ve said maybe three words to each other since he picked me up, and I know one of those three washello.I hate awkward silences, but Alyssa had asked if I wanted to go with Landon to take Lianna to her hockey practice, and she did it with that wide-eyed “you better say yes” look.
This sucks. “So uh, what do you do at practice?”
“You know, skate with them. Teach them some things. It’s fun.” Landon turns his head, smiling as Lianna looks out the car window. “We have a future PWHL champion on our hands.”
I will say it’s nice that Alyssa is with someone who plays. Even if he is a second-string goalie who broke the one damn rule I had for players on my team.
I do love sharing my world with my niece, though. I had her on skates as soon as she could walk. While we drive down to the training rink where practices for kids in camp are held,I know there’s something I need to say to him, but the words choke me.
When Alyssa came over last night and asked if I wanted to go with Landon and Lianna while she’s at practice, I said no. Felix gave me a look. After she left, he told me it might be a nice bonding experience. Bonding. I rolled my eyes. He will be my brother-in-law one day, though.
I just can’t help it. Some days it’s hard to remember my sister is twenty-four, and not still a sixteen-year-old girl scared out of her mind with a newborn baby and a boyfriend who failed them both.
I’d been in the NHL for a couple of years by that point. There was no way I would let her struggle. In her mind, though, she had this idea of what their little life would look like. Her ex ripped the rug right out from under her.
For the longest time, it’s been just us three.
Now it’s them.
I look over at Landon driving, and I can feel he’s nervous as well. I know he’s afraid of me, and maybe I haven’t done a damn thing to ease his nerves. I guess I owe him that, though. This is a bit overdo. I give him shit, I know I do. “Daddy, are we almost there?” she asks from the back seat, and I watch Landon’s face split into a soft smile.
“Yeah, we are, Bug.” He glances back at her quickly. “Stay away from Marla today. Got it?” I watch her scowl in the rearview.
“I’m going to slam her into the boards.” She tucks her fists under her arms.
