“Maybe because your career is miles behind you. He coached so many players over the years, and I’m not sure he has favorites.”
“That I believe. You’re not very close with him,” he notes.
I cut another bite of my food. “Yes and no. When we’re around one another, then yes. When he is away and especially during hockey season, then no. Yet, he still feels that he has a say in my future life as a wife and mother. I guess that’s a dad thing.”
“I don’t even think that far ahead when it comes to my kids. I need to focus on now.”
My hand finds his, and I plant it over the back of his hand resting on the table. “That’s the perfect answer. Besides, you have to survive the next bake sale at Lake Spark Academy. I even got a flyer when I did drop-off the other day. They were handing them out.”
His other hand pinches the bridge of his nose in agitation. “Andhere comes a financial donation. Not going to walk into that den of wildlife.”
A loud laugh escapes me. “It’s… refreshing, the whole settled feeling, yet little things bring aggravation for a moment or two. Sure beats the constant travel without much regard for the future, because who knows what the universe will throw at you.”
Holden flips his hand with his palm now open to collect my hand. “The universe will throw something at you even if you are standing in the same place.”
My head lolls to the side, and I tip my nose up as my lips quirk out. His philosophy makes sense and sends a clap of thunder to the center of my chest. He has a valid point.
“Never thought of it that way, yet it’s logical.”
He releases my hand to grab his wine. “I’m not even sure why I seem to have wisdom tonight.”
I pick up my fork again. “Probably because you don’t get many chances to talk about it with someone, I mean a woman, or maybe you have, and it just didn’t work out.” Yikes, I’m prying for info.
Holden has a gleam in his eyes as he leans back in his chair. “No woman who I actually talked with, admittedly. It’s kind of been blank physical fulfillment, except I don’t even think it was fulfillment. You have to have the whole package of bedroom and out-of-bedroom interaction, including conversation, to have fulfillment.”
His words catch me in a moment. My suspicions are right, and it seems we are crossing paths. “Why am I sitting here having good conversation with you?” I’m serious.
He scoffs to himself before his mouth changes form to a pleasant look. “It seems you’ve drawn me into wanting it.”
Now my pulse quickens. “Holden.” I focus on the table but then decide there is no need to hide. “I-I feel it too. But this is my warning to you…” His eyes search mine with great interest. “Only sex is one thing. But I don’t do well with crossing the line from sex to beyond. I go all-in once a line is crossed. My ability to separate it is nearly non-existent. The last few days, I can’t help but remind myself that you have a different dynamic that is new to me. Your age, kids, and a commitment that I’m not sure you have interest in giving. Not to mention, I’m your houseguest which adds some extra complication to our cocktail of current life.”
His lips quirk out, and the waiting for him to answer me is nearly overbearing. Even when his mouth begins to make a sound, I’m anticipating his words, even though I’m aware that I have to accept whatever he says.
“Lexi, I hear what you’re saying. I do. And all I can say is I have some strange new inkling that I wanted to spend the weekend with you. Maybe it’s selfish,” he explains with a softness in his tone.
I take a deep breath and abruptly stand, pushing my chair behind me, then circle around the corner of the table to Holden. His tongue darts to the corner of his mouth, his eyes glued to me with a desire that mirrors my own. He’s letting me lead the scene, but his demeanor is eager.
Between him and the table, I lift my leg to cross over his lap to square my body to his. I slowly lower myself until I’m straddling him, with his eyes peering down then back up to mine. I can feel his cock harden against my panties, with my skirt now bunched around my waist and my arms resting on the curve of his shoulders. The feeling of his hands firmly gripping my sides intensifies everything I want in this moment.
“Focus on now, Lexi, and we’ll see where this weekend takes us.” His voice is a simmering warning. It’s also a key to open a door if it’s locked.
“I agree.”
I lower my mouth to trace his lips, ensuring they don’t touch but skim to tease him. His hands work behind me at moving his plate.
“Don’t tease, Lexi,” he warns. Using his strength, he lifts us then sets me on the edge of the table, with his glass of wine spilling and neither of us caring. “Now lean back on your hands and take it like a good girl when I fuck you with my tongue before I flip you to fuck you from behind while I yank your hair.”
My entire body flares, with arousal soaking my panties.
I nod once as our eyes hold. Then he kisses me as I fall back to my propped arms.
All thoughts of complexity float out of my mind, even when he nearly rips my panties as he drags them roughly down my legs, a growl escaping from deep in his throat. He parts my legs in one swift move and stares at my bare pussy, his entire face hungry.
“I need to fuck you so damn hard here before I take you upstairs to my room.”
A strike to my center. I’ve never been to his room. We’ve only ever fucked on neutral ground, but now he is crossing us over a line.
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