If You Love Me: Chapter 29

“This is beautiful.” Lexi’s eyes are wide as I follow her into the cabin.

Should we be here? No. Can I find it in me to feel bad for giving in? Also, no.

Lexi needs a break from all the responsibilities, and I need her. I drop our bags and close the door behind me, locking out the cold. It’s warm and cozy, a fire already crackling in the fireplace.

“There’s a hot tub in the four-seasons room, and it’s very, very private.” Which is why I booked the place. Privacy and luxury.

Lexi links her fingers behind my neck. “I love private.”

“So do I.” I finger the end of her braid. “Because it means you can be exuberant and vocal.” I brush my lips across her cheek and whisper in her ear, “And no one can hear you beg for orgasms but me.”

She tugs at the zipper on my jacket. “I can’t wait.”

“Ah, ah.” I capture her hands and kiss her knuckles. “You don’t get to undress me yet.”

“But I had to behave myself for an hour and a half.” Her bottom lip juts out. “You wouldn’t even entertain road head or a handy.”

“It’s snowing,” I remind her. Besides, if her mouth is going to be on my cock I don’t want to have to pay attention to anything but her.

“I know. You’re frustratingly responsible.” She attempts to free her hands, but I circle her wrists. Her eyes light up with excitement. “I’m dying to get my hands and mouth on you.”

“You’d like to start our night on your knees then?”

Her smile turns devilish. “With a mouth full of your cock? Yes, please.”

This is the version of Lexi I spent the weekend with in New York: sexy, uninhibited, such a pleaser. I pin her wrists at her sides and slant my mouth over hers. She melts into me, gives herself over. All it takes is one kiss to make me ravenous for her. All the texting in preparation for tonight, followed by an hour and a half of Lexi practically begging me to let her suck my cock, has pushed me to the edge. I had a plan for tonight, and she’s already derailed it.

I break the kiss and release her hands. Before she can reach for me, I give her a look that freezes her in place. “Get naked.”

She shrugs out of her jacket and drapes it on the entry table. I drop to one knee and work on unlacing her boots as she pulls her sweater and shirt over her head, tossing them aside. She braces a hand on my shoulder and lifts one foot at a time so I can rid her of her boots. As soon as they’re off, she shimmies out of her leggings and panties, leaving her gloriously naked.

I smooth my hands up her hips as I rise, cupping between her thighs while I give her braid a light tug. “So fucking beautiful.”

She moans when I wrap it around my fist and tip her head back. I press two fingers against her entrance. “So wet and ready.” I give her pussy a gentle slap and she moans softly. But she doesn’t try to touch me. Not yet. She needs an escape from all the decision making and I need to be the one who gives her what she craves.

I grab a throw pillow from the closest chair and drop it at my feet. “On your knees, angel.” We’re still standing in the entryway.

She sinks to the floor, braid still fisted in my hand, eyes on mine, waiting for the next order. She’s such a force on the ice, such a powerhouse of a woman, talented and driven. Capable, competent and in control. But here, when it’s just us, she lets it all go. Just for me. And I fucking love it.

“Get my cock out.”

She quickly unbuckles my belt as I pull my shirt over my head, finds the button, and drags my zipper down. Her warm hand slides into my boxer briefs and curves around my erection, freeing it.

Her eyes lift as she gives me a slow stroke, lips brushing over the head. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months. Years, even.”

“That makes two of us,” I admit. “Now show me how much you’ve missed my cock.”

A satisfied grin tips the corner of her mouth as she leaves open-mouthed kisses along the shaft. Lexi hums her contentment, beautiful and naked and finally fucking mine. At least for tonight. She sucks and nibbles, her little moans and whimpers driving me wild.

“Enough teasing.” I keep a firm grip on her braid and fist my cock, tapping her bottom lip with the tip. “Open that pretty mouth.”

She parts her lips and I push inside.

“Suck,” I order.

Her eyes stay on me as her lips cover the head and her cheeks hollow out.

I give her another inch, skimming her bottom lip as it slides over my shaft. “So fucking beautiful.”

She moans and rubs her thighs together. One hand lifts from my thigh and I give my head a quick shake and pull out of her mouth. “Who do your orgasms belong to tonight?”

“You.”

“That’s right. Your hands stay on me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Roman.”

I push back inside her mouth. “Are you going to be my good girl and take it all?”

She nods as much as she can with the way I’m filling her mouth and holding her braid. I keep her still and fuck her sweet mouth, going deeper with every pass. When I hit the back of her throat her nails dig into my hips, so I pull back. I stroke along her throat. “Relax, angel.”

She breathes through her nose and this time when I shift my hips forward, another inch disappears between her swollen, flawless lips. She’s a damn revelation.

Determination flashes in her eyes and she shifts her hands, curving them around my ass as she urges me deeper. A dark satisfied smile curves my lips and I caress her cheek again. “Such a fucking vision, my perfect little slut swallowing down my cock.”

She moans and rolls her hips, seeking friction against nothing.

She’s too exquisite, her mouth is too damn good, and she does that thing with her tongue that makes my knees nearly buckle. “Enough, Lexi.”

I tug on her braid, but her eyes light up with devilish intent as her nails sink into my ass. I don’t stop her when she pulls me deep again. The orgasm slams through me, vicious and overwhelming. Her satisfied gaze stays locked on my face, even as my eyes roll up.

As soon as I can do something beyond groan her name, I pull her off my cock. “You are a gift.” She sucks in a gasping breath as I slide my hands under her arms and lift her to her feet.

“I was good?”

“Phenomenal.”

I take her mouth. I don’t care that she tastes like me, that my cum is still coating her tongue. Kicking off my boots, I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist as I carry her to the bedroom. Another fire crackles on the far side of the room, and a bottle of champagne chills between two occasional chairs. Rose petals dot the comforter.

I toss her on the bed, slide my wallet out of my back pocket and set it on the nightstand, then rid myself of my pants.

“This is beautiful, Roman.” Lexi looks around, her eyes come back to me as I climb up after her.

“You are exquisite.” I run my hands over her shins and up the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide so I can kiss the sensitive spot close to her knee. “You deserve a reward.” I drop my head and lick up the length of her sex.

“Oh god, thank you.” Lexi’s hands slide into my hair, and I stretch out, getting comfortable. I take my time, licking, nibbling. I slide a single finger inside, curling once before I withdraw.

“Roman, please.” She writhes under me, breath leaving her in pants and soft moans.

“Please what?” I lap at her.

“I need to come. Oh god, I’m so close.”

“I don’t think you want it enough.” I withdraw my fingers and roughly suck her clit.

I’ve missed this side of her. Of us. Of the power shift. She owns me, heart and soul. And the way she gives herself so completely, without reservation, is humbling. I want to keep her. Protect her. Revere her above all others and not just here, but in life.

She rolls her hips and I bar an arm across them, pinning her to the bed. I suck her labia this time, biting gently. “Please, Roman.”

I lick her again. “Beg for it.”

“Please, please, please,” she pleads. “I need you. I need you to fuck me. To make me come. To fill me, please.”

I spread her, tongue dipping inside, and I feel the flutter. “Right on the edge.” I suck her clit again, addicted to the taste of her, to the way she feels under my tongue, how completely she gives herself over to me.

Her head whips back and forth. “Oh god, just please,” she begs, then bargains. “You can fuck me any way you want. Whatever you want, Roman. Just, please, make me come.”

I smile darkly. “That’s a dangerous offer, but I think I’ll accept it anyway.”

Goose bumps rise along her skin as I slide three thick fingers inside her, stretching her. She moans and gasps as I pump fast and hard, wetness coating my fingers and dripping into my palm. Lexi bows up off the bed when I latch onto her clit and suck, my name a loud, deep moan tumbling from her lips as she bucks against my mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you’re coming apart for me,” I growl. And I can’t get enough.

She rides out the orgasm, body quaking, pussy contracting around my fingers. The aftershocks come in waves as I withdraw them one at a time and reach for my wallet.

She covers my hand with hers. “Can you go bare? Even if it’s just for a minute. I’m on the patch. I want to feel you.”

I’d do anything for her. Give her anything she wants. I grip her thighs and pull her closer, arranging her legs so they’re draped over mine. “I’ll give you the world, angel.” I drag the head of my cock through her slit and push in an inch as Lexi props herself up on one arm.

She bites her lip, fingers drifting over her throat and down her chest, skimming a nipple as she goes lower, until she reaches the apex of her thighs. She circles her clit and spreads her pussy, fingers sliding on either side of my cock. I withdraw, then push back in again. “Look at how perfectly you stretch around me.” I slide in another inch before I pull out again, the head coated in her juices. “At how ready you are for me.” I cover her body with mine. “I’m going fuck you until you’re screaming my name and creaming all over my cock.”

“Yes, please.”

I sheath myself inside her in one smooth stroke.

She winds her arms and legs around me, body already trembling, pussy contracting.

“Are you coming for me already?”

“Oh God, I can’t stop.” She moans, hands in my hair, nails running down my neck, biting into my shoulders.

I pull my hips back, and she groans at the loss, then moans wantonly when I snap forward, filling her.

“Thank you.” Her knees clamp against my hips. “Oh fuck.” I start a punishing rhythm, fucking her into the mattress, wringing cries from her lips. There is nothing that compares to this. To her. To the feel of her surrounding me, milking my cock, her greedy moans and pleas for more humming over my lips.

“Please don’t stop.” She grips my shoulders. “I don’t want it to ever end.”

“I have all night to whisper dirty things in your ear while I fuck endless orgasms out of you,” I promise.

She groans, still quaking underneath me. I fold back on my knees and pull out, fisting my erection as my own orgasm rolls through me. She slides three fingers inside as I paint the inside of her thigh with cum.

Lexi slowly withdraws her fingers and drags them across her cum-soaked skin. She lifts them to her lips and licks.

“Such a filthy girl.” I stretch out next to her. “You were made for me.”

“Only for you,” she whispers.

“And so damn sweet.” I slide an arm under her and move her so she’s sprawled across my chest.

Lexi straddles my hips, her palms on my chest, her smile matching mine. “We’re a little messy.”

I tap her ass. “Let’s shower. Then we can unpack our groceries and cuddle by the fire.”

“That sounds great.”

I follow her into the bathroom, and a shower turns into more sex.

Afterward, I towel her off, and she nabs my T-shirt, pulling it over her head. The sleeves nearly reach her elbows, and the hem skims just below the curve of her ass. “Please wear nothing but this for the rest of our time here.”

“I packed sexy lingerie.”

“Amendment, please wear nothing but this and your sexy lingerie, independently and possibly at the same time.”

She tosses me my boxer briefs. “Please be shirtless as much as possible for the rest of our time here.”

“Deal.”

I pull my boxer briefs up my legs and follow Lexi out of the bathroom. I grab the cooler bag while she picks up the tote of nonperishables. We set them on the counter and unload our food supplies.

“I like this.” I pass her the coffee creamer and eggs to put in the fridge.

“Me in your shirt with nothing on underneath?” She shoots a saucy grin over her shoulder.

“That’s a bonus. I just mean this.” I motion between us. “Domestic comfort, I guess. I haven’t had someone to do this with since, well…never, really.”

She empties a bag of green apples into a bowl and sets them on the counter. “Not even when you were with Peggy’s mother?”

“We were kids, and I was drafted in the middle of her pregnancy. She moved with me to Vancouver when I started playing for the farm team, but it was hard on her. She was on her own a lot, and I was on the ice all the time, so after a few months she moved back to her parents’. We tried again after Peggy was born, but we just…didn’t fit. She thought the travel would be fun, but it was a challenge with a baby, and she spent all her time in hotel rooms, trying to cope. I also don’t share well, and my brand of sex didn’t work for us. I didn’t want to feel bad about what I need, and I didn’t want her to feel bad for not liking it.”

“That must have been hard for both of you.”

“We realized early on that we would be better as friends.”

“What about since then? You must have dated.” Lexi puts the bottle of wine in the fridge to chill.

“I did for the first few years. But Peggy stayed with me in the off-season, and I wanted my focus to be on her,” I explain. “Zara moved around a lot and it was hard on Peggy. She wasn’t thriving and Zara realized she would have more stability with me. So when she was six, Peggy came to live with me full time. I didn’t have room in my life for anything but her and hockey.”

Lexi props her hip against the counter. “You didn’t have room, or you didn’t make room?”

“Hmm…” I mirror her pose and drag my finger along the edge of her jaw. “The latter more than the former. When I was home, I wanted to be with Peggy. Her first six years I missed a lot. I wanted to be present when I wasn’t traveling. I tried a relationship once, but my daughter was my priority.”

“And now?”

I smile. “She’s settled. In love. Hollis has already asked permission to marry her, so it’s only a matter of time.” I finger the end of her braid. “Peggy has been so adamant that I start dating I kept putting it off. I was so afraid I’d bring the wrong person into our lives, or that I couldn’t give enough of myself to someone else. But she doesn’t need me to take care of her the way I once did. So now I get to focus on myself and what I want for my future.”

“And what do you want?” she asks softly.

“You.”

“You have me.”

“Mmm…” I grab the hem of her shirt and pull her closer. “I want more than a stolen night with you, Lexi.”

She loops her arms around my neck. “Me, too.”

“I’m falling for you.” If I leave the game, we would have every night together.

“I’m falling for you, too.” Her voice is a barely audible whisper. “But it’s already February.” She smooths her hands over my chest. “Just a few more months. Then I’m not your coach, and you’re not my goalie, and the red tape disappears.”

“I know it won’t be easy.” I brush my lips over hers. “And that there will be challenges, but I can’t lose you again, Lexi.”

“You won’t.” She takes my face in her hands. “I promise we will find a way through this, together.”