A Hockey Tutor (5 page)

Chapter 5 – Katie

Since it was going to be cold tonight, and I wasn’t sure where Wes was taking me, I put on black leggings, with a purple sweater dress. I matched it with a black belt and black knee-high boots. I put my hair up in a ponytail, and curled the ends. Silver earrings and a dome ring completed my outfit. Of course, I always have my necklace on. It doesn’t matter what I wear.

“Whoa, someone is getting laid tonight.” Lindsay was leaning against the bathroom doorframe as I finished up my makeup.

“I need something to help me relax after this week.” Since Friday morning, my life had been chaotic. It was going to be a long semester. Between my schedule, Andrew’s schedule, and my personal life, it was going to be fast paced, but I was sort of looking forward to it. I rubbed the necklace around my neck. The busier I was, the more I was able to keep any dark thoughts at bay.

“So, how was Andrew today?”

I looked at my friend, and nodded. “So far, so good.” I didn’t tell her about what happened with the girl in his bed, or the fact that I pretty much chewed his ass out this morning. But, he was acting like a small child, and needed to hear it.

Andrew didn't get that life wasn't only about hockey and partying. Even if he made it into the NHL, he would still have responsibilities. I thought he was a good guy, but spoiled, and used to having everything handed to him. On the other hand, I had to work and work for every single thing in my life. That was just my life.

“So, where are you going tonight?” Lindsay asked, sipping from her red Solo cup.

I shook my head. “I have no clue. Wes said it was a surprise.”

“Franks and I are going to Andrew’s tonight, you want to meet up there? I mean, if you’re not staying the night with Wes.” She winked at me.

“I’ll text you later and let you know what’s going on, okay?”

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Lindsay pushed off the frame and went to answer it. I heard her welcome Wes into the apartment. They were chatting in the living room and I ran into the bedroom to grab my purse and phone before I joined them.

Wes was wearing a light blue dress shirt and dark jeans. His dark hair was in a faux hawk, and his eyes looked me up and down. He smiled, and my heart fluttered a little bit as I looked back at him.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked in a soft, smooth voice.

I nodded. I winked at Lindsay before leaving with Wes. He took my hand and rubbed his thumb over my knuckles, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

Wes walked me to his truck and opened the door for me. The truck was so big I had to jump up into my seat. I was thankful I had chosen my black leggings over my black mini skirt.

Wes hopped in the driver’s seat and said, “So, here’s my plan: dinner at my place. What do you think?”

“Um . . . sure.” But I wasn’t sure. I mean, I liked him, but our first date at
his
apartment? I pulled my phone from my purse and sent a text to Lindsay, letting her know where we were going. I also looked down the side of my purse, to ensure the full can of pepper spray was still there. A girl couldn’t be too careful.

Wes lived about five miles from campus. It was a small apartment complex, and I had been there before; it was mainly college kids who lived here. He parked his truck in front of the first building, and came around to help me out.

“Go ahead and jump. I'll catch you,” he said, again flashing his megawatt smile.

I jumped, and as I jumped, I felt two strong hands clasp around my hips as he slowly lowered me to the ground.

I followed him up two flights of stairs and into his apartment. It was a serious bachelor pad. The walls were white, but covered with hockey memorabilia. There was a huge flat screen hanging on the far side, a slew of game consoles imaginable was underneath it, and a colossal collection of games and movies nearby in the corner.

When I looked in the kitchen, I noticed the table was already set up. “What if I had said no to dinner at your apartment?” I asked, folding my arms and popping my hip out. He simply assumed that I would come to his place.

“I was hopeful that you would say yes,” he said with a small chuckle. “Are you mad?”

”No, I'm not mad.” But I
was
a little uneasy.

“How about a beer?” he said, reaching into the fridge.

“Sure, but I want to open it,” I said quickly.

“Um, okay.” He handed me the beer. I knew I sounded like a crazy person, but I was alone in an apartment, with a guy I didn’t know very well. I wasn’t about to have him slip something into my drink.

I opened the beer and he sat across from me. He had ordered Thai food, which I didn’t really care for, but I put some noodles onto my plate. I picked around it for a moment, and then began to eat.

“So, how was the tutoring today with Andrew?” Wes asked, as he used his chopsticks to eat his food.

“It was fine.” I wasn’t sure why he was asking, but I wasn't going to tell him anything about my sessions with Andrew. That was between him, his father, and me.

“Um, why didn’t you want me to open your beer?” he probed.

“I didn’t want you to slip something in it,” I said boldly.

“Oh, did you think I would?” His eyes widened with surprise.

“I don’t know you that well, Wes. No offense, but a girl always needs to err on the side of caution.”

He held his hands up in defense. “You’re right. I have a younger sister, and I hope she would be as cautious.”

“You have a younger sister?”

He nodded. He began to tell me all about his sister and mother. He didn’t know his father because he walked out on the family when Wes was only a baby. His mother was a nurse who worked third shift at a local hospital to ensure she didn’t miss any of her kids’ activities.

Wes went on to tell me that he started skating when his mother took him to a skating party. He was five, and loved being on the ice loved it from the moment he touched the ice. He smiled as he told me the story of how he had to beg his mother to let him join a pee wee hockey league.

“So, why a goalie?” I asked as we started doing dishes together.

“It was the position my mother thought I would be least likely to get hurt.” He handed me the dish towel to dry my hands. “How about another beer and a movie?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yes and yes.”

He handed me an unopened beer and we sat on the couch. He flipped on the TV, and of course The NHL Network was the first thing to pop up on the screen.

“What do you want to watch?” He pointed to the DVDs.

“Well, considering all I see is horror and action movies, how about we listen to some music and talk?”

He flipped to a Music Choice channel, and set the remote down. “Okay, I told you about me, what about you? Where did you grow up?”

“A small farming town in Illinois.”

“Oh, you’re a farm girl?” He chuckled.

I shrugged. “I guess you could say that.” I went on to tell him that my father had several hundred acres of land, and I would help him every year. I told him that my mom was a waitress most of my life, but had recently decided to stay at home. My mom couldn’t stand on her feet for long periods of time like she used to. My parents had me later in their lives, and were much older.

“Any siblings?” he inquired.

I never knew how to answer this anymore. If I said yes, there were more questions; if I said no, I didn’t have to answer any more questions, but it made me sad. I went with the latter, and shook my head.

“Hey, how about a dance?” he asked sweetly.

“A dance?”

“I know I can dance.” He stood up and held his hand out. I set my beer down and took his hand. He led me to the middle of the room. There wasn’t much space, but enough for us to sway to the music.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and laid my head on his chest. He gently placed his hands on the small of my back. I inhaled his scent as we moved to the sound of the music. It was woodsy and rustic. It almost reminded me of being in a log cabin, with all the fresh wood around.

I felt his strong hands rub up and down my back, and it sent a shiver through my body. I had to admit, it was nice to be in someone’s arms. I couldn’t remember the last time. My relationship with Brandon, if you call it that, was strictly sex now. I did go on a couple dates the first year of college, but I wasn’t one to simply jump into anyone’s bed, no matter how horny I was.

I looked up at him as the next song started. His dark eyes were full of lust. I licked my lips and pursed them a little bit. I saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly. He moved his hand from my back, and cupped my face. His thumb caressed my cheek, and my breathing sped up.

I felt my eyes flutter as he leaned down to my lips. He brushed lightly against them at first. I opened my mouth slightly when he pushed his lips against mine. I tasted the bitterness of beer on his tongue as I opened wider for him. I ran my hands through his soft hair, messing up his faux hawk. I rested them on the back of his neck, digging my nails into his skin.

He moaned, and I felt him guide me over to the couch. When I reached it, I lay down, pulling Wes on top of me. I spread my legs, and he cradled himself in between them. It was my turn to moan as I felt how hard he was. I let my body take over and rock against him.

Wes moved from my swollen lips and kissed down my neck. I felt his hand come up my thigh, grasping my ass. I panted as he nipped and sucked my neck. He pushed into me harder as his hands traveled up my dress. I stopped him as he slid his index fingers inside the top of my leggings. He looked up at me in confusion.

“For your information, we’re not having sex tonight.” I gave him a stern look. I wanted him to know that I was serious.

“I’m not expecting that,” he said, sweetly kissing the top of my nose.

“Just making sure.” I removed my hands from his neck and undid my belt. I smiled at him before I captured his lips again.

His hand snaked up my sweater dress, to my lace bra. He tenderly pulled it down, and tugged at my nipple. I shot of pleasure pulsated through me. I broke out of the kiss, lifted my hips, letting Wes raise the dress up more.

He placed my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple in between his teeth. He removed my other breast and began to work me into a frenzy.

“Wes,” I panted. I felt my body tighten up. Are you kidding me? Is he really driving me this crazy with only his lips on my breast? Wes rocked his hips against me, and I moaned louder. He kissed his way over to my other breast, and I panted louder with each swirl of his tongue and nip from his teeth.

Suddenly, he stopped, and rested his forehead against mine. His breathing was labored, and his eyes were closed.

“Wes,” I panted.

“I had to stop,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Did I do something wrong?” I didn’t think t I had, although I was in a sexual fog, so I couldn’t be sure.

“No, Katie. I had to stop because I was about to lose myself right here, with my jeans still on.” He chuckled, opening his eyes and looking at me.

I giggled. “Don’t worry, I was about
there
myself.”

He softly pecked my lips. As he sat up, I adjusted my bra back into place, and my dress. My eyes fell to the bulge in his pants. Of course he was huge; he was a gigantic hockey player. My ache for him intensified. If I was a real slut, I’d rip my clothes off right now and let him have his way with me. Damn me and my rule of no sex on the first date. I mentally kicked my own ass.

“You know, Andrew is having a party tonight. Did you want to go over there and hang out with your teammates?” I figured if I stayed in that apartment much longer, I would break my first rule.

Wes shrugged. “I don’t really feel like it, but I’ll go if you want to.” I could see that he really didn’t want to.

“Hey, how about that movie then?” If he didn’t want to go to Andrew’s, then I would stay here with him.

He cocked his eyebrow at me. “You said all I had was horror and action, so what could you possible want to watch?”

“No horror, but I could handle an action movie, if you hold me close,” I said flirtatiously

“No problem.” Wes got up and suggested a few titles. I picked the one that I had heard of before because of Lindsay’s obsession with the actor Jason Statham.

Wes put his arm and around me, and I snuggled up next to him as we watched the movie, but I felt my eyes growing heavy. The last few days had been long for me, but that never stopped me from staying up late before. I’m not sure if it was because I was all curled up to him. His warm body heat sent me into a slumber.

**

I was on a cloud, a large, billowy cloud. My eyes flickered open to the dim sunlight on my face. The sun? Why was the sun on my face? I propped myself up on my elbows, and looked around. This wasn’t my bedroom. I looked to my right, and I was in the bed alone. I removed the covers and looked at my fully clothed body. The only things that were missing were my boots and my belt. I had to be at Wes’ place still.

I slowly and quietly got out of the bed, and went out to the living room. Right there on the couch, with no shirt on, was Wes. His broad shoulders and hard chest made my mouth go dry. He looked like a Greek god. The rest of him was covered up, but my imagination had kicked into high gear thinking about what might be underneath.