He backs away and I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my racing heart.
I feel the warmth of his breath against my back before he says anything. And when he does speak, all he says is my name.
“Isabelle.”
Then Kai’s plunging his cock into me in one thrust. I cry out his name, the sensation of being filled with his cock, his piercingdragging against my walls with every movement he makes, lighting me on fire from the inside out.
“Why. Do. You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He grunts out each word, punctuated with a thrust of his hips. “Isabelle!” My name is half moan, half yell.
“I’m so close,” I gasp, trying to move one hand down so I can rub my clit. He senses my movement and intercepts me, using his hand to hold mine down.
“Let me,” he growls before nipping my ear.
With his other hand, he wraps around my waist, zeroing in on my clit with perfect accuracy. Instead of the light rubbing I thought I wanted, Kai pinches it, then rolls the bundle of nerves between his fingers, making my hips jolt up and back into him as I cry out some garbled noises of pleasure.
Seconds pass and then I detonate, my body a writhing mess of pleasure. Only the cold feeling of the counter under me and the heat of his body behind me keep me grounded in reality. If not for that, I’d think I’m floating somewhere in the stars.
“Oh my God,” I pant, my heart racing as he slowly releases my body and pulls back. I can’t bring myself to move quite yet, but I feel the gentle touch of his hands smoothing down my back.
“You okay?” he asks, amusement and satisfaction coming through clearly.
“Mm-hmm. Just don’t expect me to move quite yet.”
“Not a problem. Allow me.” Suddenly, his arms move into position, one at my back and one behind my knees.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as he sweeps me up into his arms. I know better than to challenge him on carrying me, but still, this whole bridal carry feels silly.
“I’m carrying you to my bedroom so we can do that all over again.”
Chapter twenty-four
Kai
“Stay hydrated, kids, it’s a hot one!” Monty shouts as we jog off the field from the short pregame training session we just finished.
He’s not wrong. It might still be early in the summer, but Vancouver’s breaking records for how fucking hot it is. We’re all sweating. The last thing I want to do is put on a uniform and play in this heat in a couple of hours.
I head straight for the cooler of sports drinks and take the bottle a junior trainer is holding out, draining it rapidly. “Thanks,” I gasp before tossing it into the recycling can and moving to the tunnel into the locker room.
As soon as the cooler air inside hits me, I’m groaning in relief. The guys that finished before us are already through the showers and in various stages of undress.
“It’s hot as hell out there, what happened to Canada being cold?” Darling complains, stripping off his practice jersey andtossing it in the laundry bin for our equipment team to deal with. I don’t envy them that job today, given how rank all of our gear is gonna smell.
“Climate change. Besides, not all of Canada is igloos and polar bears. C’mon, man,” I fire back good-naturedly before taking off my own uniform and adding it to the rapidly-filling bin.
We make our way to the showers. I keep mine a degree or two below cool, and the relief is instantaneous. “Damn, that feels good.”
“Sure as shit does,” Darling agrees before sticking his head under his own stream of cold water. “I feel bad for Evie and everyone else in the stands sitting in this heat. Hey, isn’t Isabelle comin’ tonight?”
My eyes are closed, but I nod. “Yeah.”
“How’re things going with her?”
I open my eyes and narrow them on him. “Just fine,” I say, my jaw tightening as I try to tell him telepathically to shut up. For fuck’s sake. Doesn’t he realize I don’t need the other guys asking about her?
No one knows what we’ve been getting up to the last few weeks. And I intend to keep it that way. Which means the less questions or comments about me and Isabelle, the better.
He nods, still staring at me with a look of concern. He knows me well enough to sense my bullshit. I want to come clean with him, if for no other reason than to have someone to talk with about it. But now’s not the time, and the fucking locker room is definitely not the place.
