My fingers find her swollen clit, sending another shiver through her body against mine. “Close.” She pants. If nothing else, it seems as though I’m not the only one struggling to pace myself. I can’t imagine she’ll be this easy to drive to climax forever, but I’ll take the wins wherever I find them.
She arches her back, and the thigh draped over me tenses as her hips buck. She’s so fucking perfect. The scream that rips from her body is loud enough for everyone in a two block radius to hear, and it only serves to spur me harder.
When her walls clench tightly around my cock, the tingle brewing at the base of my spine explodes like a firework. No edging, no holding myself back, no breathing through it. Its impact is hard and fast, punching the air out of my lungs in less than a second as I fill her with my cum one more time. I’m pretty sure I black out.
When we both recover a little, and our gasped rasping breaths return to some semblance of normal, she shifts her leg off me and I move my hand back to her pussy.
“What are you doing?” Her hoarse voice is sexy as sin, and if I hadn’t come twice, I’d be ready to take her all over again.
My cum is trickling out of her, so I catch the dribbling liquid with my thumb and push it back inside her. Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her shoulder, I do it again. “Owning you.”
(April 5th – Day 19 post op)
Getting up for morning skate when entangled in the arms of the stunning, naked woman pressed against my body is literally the worst. She’s curled into me, warm and snuggly. She’s adorable. Not even her flyaway hair sticking to my face is making me want to move.
If I could stay here forever, I would. It’s perfect. The stillness of the early morning, her body heat, the steady rise and fall of her chest. She’s truly at peace. For a while after the crash, I wasn’t sure we’d ever find our way through the darkness to this place. But her bad nights are getting further apart, and she’s working through her trauma like the badass queen she is.
“Don’t leave,” she mumbles, pressing her face against my chest and curling her arm around my waist.
Kissing her temple, I brush her hair back. “I’ll come back soon.” I kiss her forehead. “Coach will kick me off the team if I don’t show up. Two days to finals.”
“Does that mean you’ve made a decision?” Her words whisper across my skin.
It has to mean that, right? Because what kind of asshole would abandon his fucking team two days before the Frozen Four finals?
The thought of calling Papá, or worse, not showing up and letting him realize I’m not coming all by himself, is pretty sickening. The pull between what I want to do, and what I should do gets stronger by the day.
Edith’s warm palm glides along my cheek. “You have time to decide. Trust your gut, Apollo. It’s never led you wrong before.”
She’s already asleep before I get out of bed, but as I slide my clothes on, getting ready for training, I can’t help but wonder if she’s right. My gut and my heart both scream hockey. But for so long I’ve listened to my brain, my father’s voice inside my head telling me I was born for greatness.
Maybe I was. But what if that greatness is hockey and not aviation?
CHAPTER32
Apollo
(APRIL 6TH – DAY 20 POST OP)
I’m going to hurl.
All over my fancy, Italian leather shoes.
Right here on the street.
Standing outside my father’s office in downtown Cedar Rapids, everything inside my body hurts. I hadn’t realized how much stress and heavy anxiety I was carrying until Papá threw down an ultimatum. Everything is dialed up to eleven.
My phone buzzes in the pocket of my dress pants—can’t show up to de la Peña headquarters wearing jeans or they won’t let you through the door—and I damn near jump out of my skin.
Artemis: Gone in yet?
Ares: Of course he hasn’t. Fifty says he’s standing on the street staring at the glass fucking doors.
Athena: You’ve got this, hermanito. Let me know if you need back up.
Hen sends an emoji of a fist, and I crack up laughing. I love my siblings. They’re the ultimate definition of ride-or-die.
Artemis: Just come home, Po. It’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
