“Oh yeah? You watch a lot of hockey?”
“How could I not? Even after Ford retired, his house is still hockey central.”
A ping of guilt hits me that I’m lying to him. “You’re very close with him.”
“Yeah, I mean, Brielle is like a friend, and the kids are my nephews. I’m the peacemaker between Ford and our father, as they get along but not always. But most of all, Ford and I are there for one another. It wasn’t easy when he and Brielle had Connor so young, and he was there for me when… you know, never mind. Let’s not talk about him now. We’re all allowed a dirty secret every now and then, so long as it doesn’t hurt anyone.” I get the sense that there is more as to how her brother has supported her, but something stopped her from explaining further.
“You’re close with your parents?” she asks.
I chuckle. “Yes and no. My mother for sure, yes, and my father, well, he likes to put on the pressure that I got my hockey career but now it’s time to take over the family business.”
“He isn’t a hockey fan?”
“At first, no. Then I went to a fancy prep school and played on the varsity team, and the school was really into hockey. Every game, the alumni would be there, and my father loved that. When I turned pro, he would attend a few games but always reminded me that it’s only one chapter to my life.”
“Huh, guess he isn’t thrilled with your latest purchase.”
I look up into the showerhead to wash my face. “Exactly.”
It’s a few moments of us in an embrace, with the sound of water filling the room, when I realize that I haven’t really shared my family situation with many, but it comes easily when it’s with her. I also recognize that I haven’t asked her a simple question, and that maybe I should.
“What made you decide to say yes?”
“I need an escape, just like that night.” Her arm raises behind her to loop around my neck, stretching her body in the process. “A repeat could be fun, and it’s not like I’m occupied with someone else.”
Planting my lips against her jawline, I slide my palm down her abs, wanting to feel her ready for me. “I’m not the kind of guy who can be much more than this,” I warn her, because our boundaries are important.
She presses against the back of my hand to encourage me to move lower, guiding me to what she wants. “You’ve made that clear, yet I’m still here.”
Maybe I should question her answer more, but it’s good enough for me.
Feeling between her apex, I find her ready, and I swirl my finger around her clit which causes her hips to roll. My teeth nip at her shoulder while I feel her pussy. It’s as if we’re picking up right where we left off that night.
She reaches back to grip my length and give me a stroke. I groan from her touch and become eager to touch her everywhere.
She slowly turns around, twisting our bodies, yet my fingers don’t leave her pussy. I marvel at her beauty, hair soaked and droplets of water outlining her face. Leaning down, I take what I’ve been waiting for.
A kiss.
Hard, yet absolutely tasting of maple syrup and lust.
My tongue swipes her lips before touching her tongue, and it only sets me off because I want more and then some. When she murmurs into my mouth, I steal all the air I can, while I walk her a step back to ensure she has the wall for stability. Our foreheads touch while our mouths part, with the drizzling droplets of water the only barrier between us, and I have no qualms about what I’m about to do to her in the shower.
Kneeling down, I lick between her thighs, and she moans at first touch. Throwing her leg over my shoulder, I enjoy lapping her up and tracing her bundle of nerves with my tongue. I loved having my head between her legs that night, and I think I suppressed the craving, but it’s come out with a vengeance in this moment.
Her fingers entwine in my hair as she tilts her body against my mouth, and I like that she’s greedy.
“I came here to make you beg, and I’m failing,” she rasps.
My tongue stills against her clit, and I pull back to look up at her with a drowsy smile on her face. “I’m on my knees, and that’s close enough.”
I return to my task, hungry for more, and I dip my tongue inside of her, causing her hips to buck.
“Declan,” she gasps.
My name on her lips; it’s praise mixed with confirmation that she’s getting lost in the moment too.
Images of last time flash in my mind, which only intensifies my drive to please her. I change the pattern of my tongue against her clit, which sends her into a convulsing state against my mouth.
