Off Season (Off #6) (8 page)

Maybe all people
should develop their relationships first by getting to know each
other on a deeper level. I know when you’re consumed with sex
and lust, there’s usually no room to focus on the truly
important details. At least, that’s been my experience with
women. I’ve fucked them and because they never showed me
anything else in that short time period together, I was never
interested enough in them to take it further.

Not so with Cady.

Every email we’ve
exchanged, every text that has been sent… every time we’ve
talked on the phone for hours, it has been with the single solitary
purpose of making a connection on a non-physical level. Sure, we may
have started out physically, but distance made that impossible to
continue. I knew there was something about her that was special.
Thank fuck I emailed her that first time so I could continue to delve
into this friendship.

A flash of black
hair catches my eye, and I focus in. There she is… slowly
riding the escalator down with a bright red carry-on sitting beside
her. Her eyes are scanning the crowd below her and she actually
passes her gaze right over me, but then her attention snaps back.

Our eyes lock…
her lips curve upward, and my heart almost fucking jumps out of my
chest.

I walk forward
almost in a dream, lost in that look she’s giving me. It’s
one of endearment, excitement, and even a hint of desire swirling in
her blue eyes.

I’m there
waiting when she steps off the escalator, straight into my arms.
Hugging her tight, I inhale her scent… citrus and vanilla,
before pulling back slightly. Her lips are parted as she stares up at
me, her gaze candid in its forthrightness.

“I missed
you,” she murmurs, and I answer her with a kiss.

A deep,
tongue-filled, groan-in-my-throat kiss that bends her backward and
has her fingertips digging into my back. She purrs in response, which
causes lust to start boiling inside of me, and I wisely pull away
from her before I end up with a huge boner stretching the front of my
jeans.

“Missed you
too,” I tell her as I lean over to grab her carry-on. Grabbing
her hand, I pull her quickly through the airport. “Let’s
get out of here.”

“What’s
the rush?” she asks as she has to slightly jog to keep match
with my pace.

“We have to be
at Linc and Ever’s for Thanksgiving dinner in two hours. That
doesn’t leave us much time with traffic.” I quicken my
pace further and pull her along.

“Much time?”
she pants.

I stop abruptly, and
she runs into my back. Turning on her, I slip a hand behind her head
and pull her toward me. A swift kiss to her lips with a tiny bite
before I murmur, “Time to fuck you, baby. I’m dying to be
back inside of you, and there’s no way I can wait until after
dinner.”

Cady rewards me with
a blinding grin, tucking her fingers just marginally into the
waistband of my jeans. She gives me a little jerk toward her and
says, “Now that sounds like an excellent plan.”

***

Fuck yes.

Cady…
stunningly naked and splayed out on my bed before me. Upon entering
my house, I slammed the door shut and picked her up, throwing her
over my shoulder and practically running to my bedroom. It took less
than fifteen seconds for both of us to shed our clothes, and then I
gave her a soft push backward onto my bed.

She looks at me now,
her eyes glittering with need and a sexy smile on her lips.

“Whatcha
waiting for?” she asks as she props herself up on her elbows,
which thrusts her breasts out. They’re exactly perfect and just
the way I remembered them. Her skin is pale, and I know firsthand how
soft it is.

I also remember how
responsive she is, and my first order of business is to get her off
quickly.

Crawling onto the
bed, I roughly push her legs apart and slide my hands up her thighs.
Her eyes flutter closed, and her head falls back on the pillows. She
knows what’s coming… I’ve done it to her before.
Twice as a matter, of fact, and I know she loves it.

Bending over, I push
my face hard in between her legs and my cock starts a throbbing ache
when she groans loudly. Her fingers lace into my hair and then grip
it hard, pushing me down against her. She’s wanton and needy
but not afraid to show me what she wants.

And I give it to
her.

Lips, tongue, teeth,
fingers.

I pump, lick, suck,
and bite.

Within minutes,
she’s crying out, her hips gyrating against my mouth, and I
feel like I just won the Stanley Cup.

When her cries turn
to whimpers, I ease up off her, wipe the back of my hand across my
mouth, and give her a wicked grin. She smiles back at me, still
panting, with a beautiful, orgasmic flush coating her skin from neck
to chest.

It takes me mere
moments to slap a condom on and then I lean over, supporting my body
above her with my arms. She lifts her face to me, and I reward her
with a kiss. It’s soft with just a flick of my tongue against
hers before I pull back.

“You’re
so beautiful,” I tell her sincerely. Because she is… the
most beautiful woman I know.

“And you’re
the sweetest.”

“Not going to
fuck you too sweetly right now, baby,” I warn her as I reach
down to take my cock in hand. I rub it up against her… feeling
the heat of her burn against me. Her eyes roll back, and my balls
start to throb with terrible need. “But I’ll go nice and
slow later tonight.”

Cady wraps her hands
around my neck, pulling my face down. Her lips part and we kiss
again… so deeply, groaning over the contact, the feel, and the
flavors. With just a sharp flex of my hips, I push into her.

So tight…
wet… hot.

Everything I
remembered, and yet so much more because now actual feelings are
involved. I sink into her deeply, my pelvis mashed into hers, and
then I hold absolutely still. I watch Cady’s face a moment,
wishing I had the talent to paint her right now. She exudes pure
bliss and harmony, and she makes me feel as if this is the most
special moment of her life.

I had intended to
fuck her hard because the need to come is blistering. Yet, I don’t
want to disturb the gentle play of emotions on her face, so I pull
back slowly and sink back in at the same pace.

“Oh,”
Cady whispers, and her lips curve up. Her eyes slowly open and lock
with mine. “You feel so good, Zane. Like you were made for me.”

Yeah, I know what
she means. Never fucking felt this before and our gazes become
intently focused on one another while I leisurely pump in and out of
her body. I lower my elbows to the mattress, bringing my entire upper
body flush with hers. Her legs wrap around my back, and she raises a
hand to stroke my cheek.

We pant, moan, and
gyrate slowly against each other. Our eyes never stray from one
another, almost as if we’re afraid the other may be a
hallucination and will disappear. It’s intense, with deep
emotional pull.

All too soon, I feel
my balls start to tighten and tension start to coil in my lower back.
I’m close to blowing, but I don’t want this to ever end.
Besides that… I don’t want to fall without Cady. I push
deeply into her and hold still, pushing back up on my arms. Sliding
one hand in between our bodies, I rub my fingers back and forth over
her clit, causing Cady to jerk.

Her eyes squeeze
shut and her legs clamp hard against my ribs. Her breath starts
pushing out in sharp little bursts. I’m so in tune with the way
she’s come before, I know she’s only seconds away. I get
back in on the action, resuming my thrusts in and out of her…
going maybe a little harder, a little deeper, but not that much
faster. I still want to drag this out as long as I can.

My orgasm starts to
pulse… contracts inward.

“I’m
going to come,” I warn Cady as I press down on her clit and rub
in circles.

She cries out and
arches her upper back off the bed, and I know she’s shattering
right now. It’s all over for me as I watch pleasure ripple
through her.

I slam inside of
her, grinding against her hard, and my head drops to her shoulder.
“F-u-u-c-k,” I moan against her skin as I start to come.

Wave after wave of
pleasure… almost harsh in nature… flows through me, and
I swear my vision even starts to go dim as I realize I’m
experiencing the most profoundly deep and blistering orgasm of my
entire life. It’s more than just physical release… even
as I spill myself into her, I can feel my heart swelling up and
bulging outward with emotion.

Lifting my head up,
I blink to clear my eyes and look at Cady. Her own eyes are closed, a
lazy smile on her face. A single tear slips out, sliding over her
cheekbone and toward her ear. I don’t even need to ask if she’s
okay. I can tell by the peacefulness on her face that her tear was
one of good emotion, not negative.

Pulling her into my
arms, I roll to the side and concentrate on the feel of her heartbeat
against mine. I wonder to myself how in the hell I’m ever going
to let her go back to Ireland.

Cady

November 29, 2014

“Do me a
favor, Cady, and go find out how much longer the guys will be so I
know when to start the grill,” Ever says as she dices some
tomatoes for the salad.

I sneak a sliced,
fresh mushroom off her cutting board and pop it in my mouth. “Sure
thing,” I mumble around the lovely, earthy taste.

Zane and I are
having dinner at Linc and Ever’s house. We were just here two
days ago for Thanksgiving dinner, but they invited us over tonight to
grill out. It’s my last night in Phoenix. Zane and I almost
declined the invitation, preferring to spend our precious remaining
time alone with each other. But then we realized that outside of
having Thanksgiving dinner with them, and Zane’s hockey game
last night, we had done nothing but lock ourselves up in his bedroom.
We decided that perhaps it wouldn’t kill us to be a little
social.

Now… it’s
physically impossible to have sex continuously, and so that is not
all we did in his bed. We did, however, stay almost the entire time
there, even making our food and bringing it in there to eat. We
watched TV, talked, and napped. We would have blistering hot sex,
maybe nap some more, and then get a snack. We talked, talked, and
talked some more, and while I thought I knew Zane pretty well because
of the massive amount of communication we’ve had over the last
four months, you obviously cannot know a person on a truly deep level
until you can look into their eyes while they are talking to you.

It’s probably
been the best weekend of my life, and I don’t want it to end. I
don’t want to go back to Ireland, or to school. I don’t
miss my family or my country. No, I want to stay here… with
Zane… locked in his bedroom, secure in his arms, and have him
continue to look at me with need.

Shaking my head, I
walk through Linc and Ever’s sprawling house to the large
den/man cave off the back of the huge living room. Linc and Zane are
in there watching a football game, while Ever and I have been slaving
in the kitchen. I can hear the faint sound of the TV and Zane and
Linc’s voices filtering out as I walk closer to the den.

“…and
if you say I sound like a girl, I’ll fucking pound you into the
ground,” I hear Zane say grumpily.

I have to bite down
on my tongue not to giggle. This sounds very interesting, and I can’t
imagine what Zane said previously to make him worried about his
man-card with Linc. I come to a halt, just a few feet from the den
door, and listen in.

“Nah man…
I get it. I’ll deny it if you ever tell anyone, but it was
torture being away from Ever when I moved out here to Phoenix. I
thought about giving up hockey more than once to be with her.”

My eyebrows raise
and my heart trips a little over the love in Linc’s voice. To
know he’d give up that which was most important to him is so
fucking sweet that my teeth hurt.

“So you don’t
think I’m stupid for even thinking of such a crazy idea?”
Zane asks, and my heart really starts hammering hard.

Wait… what?
Zane isn’t thinking of giving up hockey, is he? No way!

“It’s
not like you’re giving it up,” Linc says. “Just
taking a break. And besides, some of the European leagues are quite
good. Nowhere near the money, but your talents won’t languish
and you’ll still be in prime shape if you want to come back to
the NHL.”

My head starts
spinning over the implications of what I’m hearing. As much as
Zane and I have talked this weekend, we have steered clear over the
big elephant in the room, which is the fact that we live with an
ocean separating us. It’s a known fact that when I return to
Ireland, it will be a very long time before I can come back to visit…
probably next summer. That has weighed heavy on me. As my return
flight got closer and closer, I was getting even sadder over leaving.

But never in a
million years would I imagine Zane would think about leaving the
States to be with me. He simply can’t give up his professional
hockey career here. I’ve learned enough to know that
professional sporting careers can be brutally short, given the chance
of serious injuries. I know that he literally can’t afford to
walk away from what he has right now. It would be professional
suicide for him.

And I’m sorry…
I think I’m pretty fucking great, but I am so not worth
that
.

Most people would
tiptoe away, so as not to get caught eavesdropping. Some would just
stand hiding out there, waiting until the conversation changed
course, and then make an entrance.

Not me, though.

I storm through the
open den door. Linc is sprawled out in a recliner, and Zane is
sitting on a huge leather couch with his back to me.

“You
absolutely cannot leave the NHL,” I snap at Zane, who turns
around to look at me with a surprised look on his face.