Major Misconduct (Aces Hockey #1) (14 page)

He needed to slow it down.

He withdrew, eliciting a whimper from Lovey’s pretty lips.

“Shh.” He removed her legs from his shoulders. He lowered them to the mattress, turned her hips, pushing her top leg higher, and moved beside her to enter her from behind. “Let’s try this. See how it feels.”

He pushed into her, now pressing his groin to her ass. His face close to hers, he nuzzled her hair, her ear, her cheek.

“Oh, that’s good too,” she gasped. “Different.”

His slid an arm beneath her and found a breast, covering it with his palm and gently squeezing, continuing to slide in and out. She turned her head and their mouths met, a long clinging kiss.

He pushed her top leg higher, getting deeper still inside her and she whimpered more. Sweat dampened their skin. Her softness consumed him.

He fucked her like that for a while until it started to build inside him again, and once more he pulled out.

“You were right,” she panted. “You can go all night.”

He smiled and moved over her. “Damn right.” He positioned her how he wanted her, since she seemed boneless and nearly incapable of moving on her own. Her eyes wore a dazed expression. He parted her thighs and knelt between them, entered her in a long, liquid push, and then stretched out over her. He wrapped his arms around her head and neck, kissed her cheek, her jaw, her mouth, then pressed his face to her hair as he rocked his pelvis against her.

She held on to his shoulders, her hips meeting his every thrust, their bodies slapping together. It rose in him again, and this time he sensed she was with him, so he pushed upright and settled his hand where they joined. His thumb slickened and he found her clit. He watched her face, her breathing. “Yes,” she breathed helpfully. He always liked knowing when he had it right. “Yes, right there. Do that…”

His tongue dragged over his bottom lip. Then his chest expanded and he clenched his jaw against the edge of his impending orgasm, focused on giving her hers first.

“Yes, there, fuck me harder,” she begged. He did. She came again, on a long wail that made him feel like a fucking god, and he kept going, closing his eyes as it washed over him, starting at his groin and flowing through him, hot and intense. His lungs seized and his cock jerked inside her.

He stretched out over her, weight on his elbows, face in her neck, panting, heart thudding. He couldn’t even string thoughts together. His mind was blasted.

Once more, her hands roamed his back and shoulders, and he slowly straightened his legs out, remaining inside her. She did the same. Still joined, they lay together until he was coherent. It seeped into his consciousness that he felt…good. Really good. That weight of frustration and failure he’d been carrying around had lifted. She’d made him forget about his problems. Sex was apparently the best kind of stress relief.

But…

He lifted his head and looked down at her.

She gave him the sexiest smile he’d ever seen.

He sighed.

Her smile slipped. “That didn’t sound good.”

“Yeah.” His mouth twisted a little. “We
are
going to have to have that ‘What the hell have we done’ conversation.”

Lovey sighed too. “Fine. Let’s get it over with.”

“Let me lose the latex.”

He slid out of her body and rolled away. She again watched him walk over to the wastebasket near his dresser, the flex of muscles in his ass and thighs so powerful, so gorgeous. His body was amazing, as it should be, a professional athlete in a demanding sport. Was that why the sex had been so incredible?

He turned and she watched him approach the bed, the front view just as awesome. His cock had softened but was still thick and imposing between heavily muscled thighs. She was being bold in her appraisal of him, but it didn’t seem to bother him, apparently comfortable walking nude around his bedroom.

He sat on the side of the bed.

She lifted an eyebrow at the fact that he hadn’t rejoined her. “Does this mean you’ve run out of stamina, hockey boy?”

His lips twitched. He shook his head. “Greedy much? That was three orgasms.”

She grinned, doing an ab curl to sit. She pulled the covers up over her breasts and under her arms, crossed her legs, and settled herself. He might want to have this conversation naked, but she did not. “I just want you to know I have some things to say about this.”

He looked at the floor, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “No. Really?”

“I know what you’re going to say.”

“You do, huh.”

“Captain Codger. You’re going to bring up my brother and say we never should have done this and it can’t happen again.”

He pursed his lips. “Duncan is going to be pissed as hell.”

She leaned in. “Duncan doesn’t need to know about this,” she said softly, earnestly. “Seriously, Marc. He’s my brother. He doesn’t have a say in my sex life. That’s just icky.”

He nodded.

“I know he gets all protective, but I’m a big girl. I’ve been having sex for a while now.”

“He’s worried you’ll get hurt.”

“Well, that’s sweet of him. But he can’t protect me from getting hurt.
I’m
the only one who can do that.”

He blinked, then said slowly, “I guess that’s true.”

“It was good.” She set a hand on his big biceps and gave a gentle squeeze. “Wasn’t it?”

He studied her and she knew he felt it too. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Beyond good.”

“I think the word you used was ‘napalm.’ ”

His mouth flickered, almost into a smile. “True.”

“It’s our own business. I don’t tell him about every guy I have sex with. So we won’t tell him. Okay?”

She sensed his internal struggle. His need to be honest with his friend and teammate, along with his need to maintain their relationship. “I agree with you,” he finally said.

She blinked.

“It is none of his business, and I wouldn’t tell him either, because that’s not respectful to you.”

More blinks.

“But he did warn me to stay away from you, and that’s what bugs me. I told him I would and now I’ve gone against my word.”

Her heart went soft. “That’s important to you.”

“Of course it is.”

He was honorable. She liked that. A lot. “Now I feel bad for putting you in this spot.”

“Christ, it wasn’t all your fault. I was right there with you, babe.”

“I guess lust was overriding good sense for both of us.” She bit her lip. “Look. I’m moving out. We’ll just keep this between us until then. For the sake of maintaining harmony between all of us here over the next couple months.”

“I can do that.” He didn’t look too sure about it, though.

“Perfect. We’re good, then.” She beamed at him. “So…” She looked down at his lap.

“No,” he said. “No way. We don’t know when Duncan’s coming home and you have to be in your own bed when he does.”

She pouted even though she knew that was true. She glanced at the alarm clock next to Marc’s bed. Nearly two in the morning. Duncan could be home anytime. Damn.

“Fine. I am tired. You wore me out, big guy.” She dropped the covers and wriggled across the bed and off it to stand. Naked.

Her towel was still on the bathroom floor where they’d left it hours earlier. She’d never been particularly proud of her body, but nor was she ashamed of it. She didn’t mind what she saw in the mirror, though it seemed like nothing special to her—average boobs and hips, a small enough waist. She could wish her stomach was a little flatter and her thighs a little thinner, but other than Victoria’s Secret models, probably every girl did.

But now as she walked out of his bedroom, she found herself aware of her body and how it looked, because she really, really wanted Marc to like it.

She hurried to the bathroom, where there were still bloody marks on the mat and tile, albeit now dry. She wrapped the towel around her again, scrubbed everything clean, then paused to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a hive, she had whisker burn pinkening her jaw, her lips were puffy. But damn, she looked happy.

Three orgasms.

And not just wussy little climaxes. Three amazeballs, stupendous explosions.

Her pussy clenched just remembering.

She let out a shaky little sigh.

She tried to push aside the guilt at putting Marc in an awkward position with Duncan. She reminded herself she wasn’t totally to blame. It wasn’t like she’d jumped him and forced him to have sex with her. There really was something between them, something hot and amazing. And Duncan would never know about this, so there was that.

Things would just go on as they had before. It would all be fine.

She headed into her bedroom, where she’d left a lamp on. She’d just changed into her cami and boy shorts and climbed into bed when she heard Duncan come home. She clicked off the light and snuggled into her bed. She hadn’t been lying when she’d told Marc she was tired. Her eyes dropped closed right away.

As she drifted off to sleep, her body satisfied and relaxed, her mind wished she wasn’t alone.

The next week was super-busy, which was good because she didn’t want much time to think about Marc, and she also didn’t want much time where she had to actually be with him, because she was pretty sure she might not be able to resist touching him. In fact, she might just jump him and force him to have sex with her.

The guys were busy too, with practices, games, and some promo work the team was doing. She found a yoga studio nearby and started going to classes. She learned how to make spring rolls. She worked hard at her business. She met with another potential client, not as big as Panache, but pretty darn good, a growing company that produced natural bath and body products. She went out with her camera and took pictures for her blog, Sugar Blossom. Traffic to her site was growing and she spent some time analyzing data to see if she could charge more for advertising.

She made arrangements for the rest of her belongings that were in storage to be shipped to her new apartment for January second, since nobody was working on New Year’s Day. She went out for dinner and to a movie with Jillian and Leigh one night, and they made plans to buy tickets for the Aces home game the next weekend. She didn’t expect Marc or Duncan to give her free tickets all the time.

Of course, busy as they all were, there was no way to completely avoid seeing Marc. When she ran into him in the kitchen Monday morning, their eyes met and sparks snapped between them. Her insides did a little flip and her skin tingled. But they both acted nonchalant and went about getting their respective breakfasts, with Duncan sitting on a stool reading the newspaper and cursing the article some sports reporter had written about their latest loss.

“Don’t read that shit,” Marc told him.

“He’s speculating all kinds of crap about Ronner,” Duncan said. “He’s injured. He’s a drug addict. Next they’ll be saying he has a brain tumor.”

Lovey’s eyebrows lifted at Marc’s muttered “Fuck.”

She ran into Marc a few other times, always with that little jolt of heat and electricity, which they both tried to ignore.

Thursday night she found herself home alone. She didn’t know if Marc and Duncan were out together or separately. She made herself a bowl of popcorn and decided to watch a movie. She found a recent release on Netflix she’d wanted to see in the theater but never had, and settled in with her popcorn to watch.

When Marc walked in an hour and a half later she was sobbing into her half-empty bowl of popcorn.

“What’s wrong?” He walked into the living room and took in her tear-wet face. He came at her with purpose, concern etched on his face.

“I’m okay,” she sobbed.

His eyebrows slanted down as he sat beside her on the couch and slid an arm around her shoulders. “No, you’re not. You’re crying.”

“I’m watching a movie,” she sobbed. “It’s really sad.”

His eyes went wide. He looked at the television and then back at her. “Seriously?”

She frowned a little and plucked a tissue from the box on the coffee table. She dabbed her eyes. “Yes. Shhh. They’re in love but they can never, ever be together.” She focused on the movie. He went to move away, but she liked his arm there, so she grabbed his hand and snuggled in closer against him, her legs curled under her.

“Where’s Duncan?”

“I don’t know. Out. I thought maybe he was with you.”

“Nope.”

“Then I have no idea. Watch the movie.”

A while later she muttered, “This movie better have a happy ending.” It wasn’t looking too good for these characters.

Marc’s lips twitched.

They watched the rest. When she started crying again, Marc sighed and put his other arm around her.

Wow, that felt really good. She absorbed the feel of his big body and his strong arm holding her. He handed her another tissue. “Thank you,” she murmured, as the heartbroken star-crossed lovers were reunited in a most satisfying way, which made her cry even more as the credits rolled.

“Jesus,” Marc said. “It ended happy and you’re still crying.”

“These are happy tears.” She let out a long sigh of pleasure. She looked at him with one eyebrow lifted. “Don’t you feel anything?”

“I only saw the last half hour.”

“But still…haven’t you ever cried at a movie?”

“Fuck no.”

She laughed. “Come on, even as a kid? Disney movies never made you cry? I cried at
The Lion King.
”

The smile he’d been trying to repress broke free. “
The Lion King
? Seriously?”

“Yes! When Simba fights with Scar and learns that his father’s death was Scar’s fault, not his…I totally cried.”

“Soft-hearted,” he murmured.

“I fully admit to that. It’s better than having no heart at all. Which I would think about you…except I know you have a heart. You have to be passionate about hockey to play like you do.”

He shrugged. But she saw the flare in his eyes.

He had a lot of passion inside him.

She’d seen some of it last weekend, in his bed. She wanted to see more of it.

“I have feelings. I just keep them under control.”

She laid her palm on his stubbled cheek and looked in his eyes. “I know you really do have feelings. Even though you seem like you don’t. Always so unemotional. In control.” She leaned forward and brushed her mouth over his. “I’d like to make you lose control.”

“Lovey.” The word sounded strangled. “We can’t do this.”

“Why not? I thought we agreed—we won’t tell Duncan.”

“He could walk in that door any minute.”

“True. Which is why we should move to your bedroom.” She kissed him again, this time letting her tongue glide over his bottom lip. He groaned and his hands shifted to her waist. She tilted her head and went in again, opening her mouth on his, and yes, yes, yes, he kissed her back. Expertly. Wetly. Meltingly.

She gave it a few minutes to get him hot enough that he wouldn’t try to put an end to things, but she might not have been in as much control as she thought she was, because her thoughts went spinny and her pussy was aching when she finally drew back to whisper, “Bedroom.”

She shifted away to put her feet on the floor and rise, but her knees weren’t entirely steady. Marc grabbed her as she wobbled, bounding up off the couch. “Whoa there.”

She smiled. “You got me all weak and shaky.”

He shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifted.

She went on tiptoes to kiss one corner of his mouth, then the other. “Come on.”

“How do you do this?” He followed her down the hall.

“Do what?”

“Always get your way.”

She paused and shot him a flirty smile over her shoulder. “It’s a gift.”

“No kidding.”

“Come on. You want this too. That wasn’t a puck in your jeans pressing up against me.”

He gave a choked-sounding laugh.

She had the presence of mind to shut her bedroom door. Just in case.

And Marc shut his bedroom door behind them. She’d hit the light switch when she entered, but now headed toward the lamp on the table beside the bed. Some lighting was sexy, but not full, bright overhead light. She flicked the lamp on and said, “You can turn off that light.”

He did, but as he walked toward her, almost a prowl, he said, “You wanna know something about me?”

She shivered at the predatory look in his eyes and stared up at him as he came to stand right in front of her. “Sure.”

“I do like to be in control.”

She nodded.

“So stop telling me what to do.”

Her lips curved and heat darted low in her belly. “Sorry.”

“I’m not complaining, but just once I’d like to be the one who seduces you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, leaving her breathless. She loved that. She loved that so much it almost scared her. “You’re not complaining…but you
are
complaining.”

He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

Damn. She couldn’t stop the smart remark that came from her nerves. And she’d missed a pretty amazing opportunity. Maybe she could get it back. “I would love to be seduced,” she said, voice throaty. “Start now.”

His eyes opened. He still looked hot for her, but his eyes now gleamed with amusement. “Babe,” he said. “What did I just say?”

“Uh…oh.” She blinked. “Right.”

“Too late for tonight.” He reached for her. “Have your way with me.”

But next time…
The unspoken words hung between them as clear as if they’d been uttered aloud. She so wanted there to be a next time. And they hadn’t even really started this time.