Seduced by the Game (16 page)

My woman?

He put the thought out of
his mind, concentrating on taking Hannah over the edge. Shifting his shoulders,
he was able to slide two fingers inside her once more, this time curling them
up. The squeal he heard in response made him chuckle, but he didn’t stop,
relentlessly pushing and tapping on the bundle of nerves contained inside.

“Scott…I…can’t…”

“Yes, you can. Come for
me.”

“Feels,” a strange sound
tumbled out of her mouth, “weird.”

“I’m not stopping.”

He knew what she was
probably feeling. One of the best things he’d ever done was watch a tutorial on
giving a woman a G-spot orgasm and then practicing on a “friend with benefits”
he’d been seeing at the time. Scott wanted Hannah boneless, breathless. Speeding
up, he kept rubbing over the spot.

“Scott! What–”

“Is that feeling? A G-spot
orgasm, I hope.”

“A what?” She arched and
pushed up with her feet, nearly breaking his wrist, but his athletic reflexes
kicked in and he moved with her.

“Come for me.”

Several moments later,
during which he worked her without pause even as his fingers cramped, a
gurgling noise bubbled up and then she screamed, finally coming, her feminine
ejaculate soaking his sheets. Without warning, Scott came, his eyes slamming
shut as he emptied inside his boxers. Shit, when was the last time that had
happened? Years ago, at the very least.

He collapsed to the side
of Hannah, who was breathing as if she’d just run a marathon. His own lungs
were demanding oxygen, but he concentrated on her stuttered words.

“What…that…what…”

Scott rolled to the side
and inhaled her scent. “A G-spot orgasm. Did it feel different?”

Her eyes finally opened
and she looked down at him. “I thought I was gonna pee, but wow, that felt so
freaking good.”

Barking out a laugh, he
said, “So you’ve never had one of those?” Involuntarily, his chest puffed up.

“Never.” Hannah shook her
head slowly. “Never came that hard. You’ve got a slave for life.”

“I’ll remember that.”

She moved and then made a
face. Waving a hand down, she asked, “Did I do that?” Her pale face showed red
in her cheeks, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the exertion of her orgasm or
embarrassment.

“Yeah, that happens. No
biggie. I can change the sheets.”

“You? Or your helper?”

“Uh.” He felt his own face
flooding with heat. “I’ll take care of this. Don’t want to scare Sharelle.”
Hannah looked at him strangely. “The helper lady.”

“Oh. Okay. Need a nap.”

“If you give me a minute,
you can have one.” Rising, Scott pulled off his wet boxers, wiping his front
down before throwing them in the hamper.

“Have stuff to do.
Shouldn’t sleep.” She sat up in bed. “Don’t you have practice?”

“Maintenance day, they
call it.” He laughed and then turned away to grab another pair of boxers.

“Getting your oil
changed?”

“Is that what the kids are
calling it these days?”

Hannah groaned. “I really
need to get up.”

“You really need to let me
change the sheets and then spend the day in bed with me so I can do that a
whole bunch more times.”

“Shit, that sounds
awesome.”

“Glad to know I’m good for
something,” he said in what he hoped was a light tone as he moved toward the
small linen closet in the bathroom for fresh sheets.

Hannah laid her chin on
her pulled-up knees. “Scott?”

“Hmm?” he answered from
behind the closet door.

“Look at me.”

His eyebrows drawn down,
Scott tossed the sheets on the top of his dresser and approached the bed.
“Yeah?”

“You look like someone
drowned your puppy. Why are you like that? You’re one of the biggest catches in
the whole freaking city.”

“I doubt that.”

Her face softened. “You’re
good for a lot of things, Scott Richards. And I’m not just talking about in the
bedroom.”

His face flamed again.
“Thanks.”

“I’ll help with those.”
Hannah jerked her head toward the sheets still lying on the dresser.

Together they pulled off
the sheets. It was the most domestic thing he’d ever done with a woman, and yet
found himself unable to contain the silly grin plastered all over his face.
When they finished, he asked, “Still wanna take a nap? I’m in.” Waggling his
eyebrows, he sat and leaned back on the headboard.

“We need to get you fed.
You need nutrition after being injured.” Hannah glanced toward the closed
bedroom door. “I can get dressed and go grab us something.”

“I do have breakfast food.
It’s the only meal I eat here consistently.”

She didn’t meet his gaze.
“Oh. Well, then, I’ll go scrounge around for something.”

“Hannah?”

Finally turning, she said,
“We should eat.”

“What’s going on? You got
all squirrelly.”

* * * *

Hannah stopped and fiddled
with the pillowcase. She was a bundle of nerves suddenly and wasn’t exactly
sure why. Scott was waiting for an explanation and she didn’t have one, except
that she was worried about him. She still hadn’t gotten over the sight of him,
lying still on the ice. He, who was always so full of life and rarely stopped
moving. But that wasn’t the whole story. Hannah was afraid to even consider the
rest.

She looked at him and
tried to say something. He was staring at her with a puzzled look on his face,
and it seemed as if he were losing patience. “I’m worried about you.”

“It was just a little
knock on the head. No biggie.”

“It
is
a big deal,
Scott. That hit knocked you out for almost a minute. I’m guessing they
diagnosed you with a concussion. How could they not?”

“Okay, fine. I admit it.
This isn’t a maintenance day. They told me to stay home from practice and rest.
I have to see a doctor tomorrow to have the concussion analyzed and can’t go
back to playing until I’m free of symptoms.”

“I knew it.” Unbidden,
tears began to streak down her cheeks. “You’re hurt and you should never have
had sex last night or this morning, getting all that blood pumping to your poor
brain and all.”

He laughed. “It wasn’t
pumping through my brain, though many women think that’s where a man’s brain
is.”

“Don’t make a joke of it,
Scott. This is all new to me and it’s freaking me out. How many other
concussions have you had in your career?”

He tried to wrap his arms
around her, but she stepped back so she could see him better. With a sigh he
dropped his arms and said, “Only one other minor one, when I was in the minors.
I’m not a big hitter and don’t get into fights, so I don’t get injured as much
as some guys.”

“Thank God. Now tell me
how you really feel this morning.”

He sat on the bed, his
expression resigned, and she hovered over him, afraid to touch him and knowing
how ridiculous that was. “Okay, doc. I have a wicked headache and was going to
try to slip in a few ibuprofens when you were in the kitchen so you wouldn’t
know. I already took two, but the headache hasn’t gone away.”

“Maybe you need another
one of those stronger pain pills you mentioned the trainer gave you last
night.”

“Probably, but I don’t
want to be out of it all day with you here.”

“Maybe I should go home
and let you sleep. You need to relax.” She started to inch away.

He grabbed her hand and
pulled her down to sit next to him on the bed. “No. Please don’t. A few more
ibuprofen will take the edge off. Then we can spend a quiet day together.
Unless you’d rather not babysit a hard-headed hockey player.” Scott tried to
smile, but it didn’t work all the way into his eyes.

She let that go for the
moment. “Do you have any other symptoms? I can go on the internet and see what
symptoms you need to look out for.”

“No need. I’ve been around
enough other guys with concussions to know pretty much what to expect. And to
answer your question, I feel a little nauseated and the room is spinning some,
but only when I move my head too fast. I stupidly took the pills on an empty
stomach earlier. And I probably shouldn’t admit this to you, but I don’t really
remember what happened last night. It looked bad, huh?”

“Looked bad? I held my
breath until I saw you move. I was afraid you were…”

Putting his arm around
her, he pulled her into his body. “Oh, baby. You were probably scared shitless.
I’m so sorry.”

Hannah’s heart leapt at
how concerned he was about her reaction. He was the one with the injury, after
all, not her. This was one of the reasons she’d never wanted to get involved
with a hockey player. Though she knew they didn’t get injured at every game,
she’d felt sick when she’d watched him lying there, crumpled on the ice. But
his reaction now actually made things so much easier. Hannah hadn’t expected
Scott would be so worried about how
she
felt about his being hurt.

“You definitely need to
eat. I’ll go fix us breakfast and you go take some painkillers. We’ll talk
about the rest of the day after we’ve had some sustenance.”

She left him to take his
pills and rummaged through his fridge and cupboards for breakfast makings. When
he came into the kitchen, she had cheese omelets with bacon and toast ready to
put on the table.

It didn’t take him long to
plow through his omelet, and she finished up later while he drank coffee and
stared at her. Hannah tried not to react, but he had a very intense look about
him when he wanted to.

Finally, she broke.
“What?”

“You eat very delicately,
did you know that?”

“I eat like I have
manners, while you eat like someone is going to swipe the food from your plate
at any moment.”

“Comes from eating meals
on the road with the guys. If you don’t stuff it in fast, you find pieces of
steak disappearing. So yes, I eat like someone’s going to swipe the food,
because that’s exactly what happens.”

Hannah tried not to look
at him like he had three heads, but it wasn’t easy. Hockey players were just a
little bit “off.” She was more and more convinced of it every day. “I’ve
figured out what we should do today.”

Scott sat back. “Have you
now?”

“How is your head and
dizziness?”

“Eh. The pills helped
some, like I’d hoped, but it still hurts pretty bad.”

“How can you just sit
there acting like nothing is wrong when you have a huge headache? I’d be in bed
with a warm cloth over my eyes.”

“You get used to dealing
with pain.” He folded his arms over his chest.  “All hockey players have to.”

“That’s true. Darren’s
mentioned it. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. Okay, you have two choices.”

He raised one eyebrow.
“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. You can go
back to bed and sleep for the afternoon, and that’s my recommendation. Or, you
can lie on the couch while I take the chair and we’ll be quiet, as long as it
doesn’t aggravate your headache or dizziness, which you will keep me apprised
of.”

“I’m not going back to
bed. So, I’ll take door number two, as long as you sit on the couch with me.”

“You’re going to be lying
down, not sitting.”

“I could put my head in
your lap.” He smiled and she could tell he was trying to calm her down. It was
a good effort, but head injuries were nothing to take lightly.

“Scott–”

“All right, all right. Are
you sure I’m not keeping you from anything?”

“Not really. I was going
to work on my boat, but that’s not going anywhere.”

“You seriously don’t
mind?”

“No. I’ll probably work on
it in the evenings this week. You’re going to be away for eight days on a road
trip, so I should have plenty of time.”

“Looked at the schedule,
did you?”

“While I was making
breakfast. It’s on your fridge and I had downtime.”

“I’ll only be away if they
let me play.” His expression turned crestfallen and she felt badly for him.
Hockey was his life. Yes, he’d said he wanted to do other things — at some
point — but right now he was a hockey player who couldn’t play hockey. That had
to be hard.

“If they don’t clear you
to play soon, maybe they will in a few days and you can join the club midway.”

“Maybe.”

She rose and started to
clear the table. “Think positive.”

Scott snorted, then waved
a hand toward the dishes on the table. “Don’t bother with that.”

“I should at least put
them in the sink.”

He stood with his hands in
his jeans pockets for a minute, watching her work and then wandered into the
living room. When she got there, he’d fetched a comfortable pillow from his bed
and was stretched out on the couch. He looked a little pale, and Hannah figured
he was probably secretly relieved to just be able to lie still and veg out.