49. Wren

49

WREN

Blue's Words

Blog Entry #10:

I'm in love with Mr. Hockey.

Please tell me I'm doing the right thing by letting myself fall for him.

T oday was officially the one-month mark where Mal would be able to play again. After an in-depth exam of how his shoulder looked, Trevor and Mal's doctor agreed that he had fully healed and would be able to play in the home game tomorrow.

My chest had swelled with pride as his whole face had lit up from the news. He worked so hard, so diligently to be able to get back out onto the ice and finally, here was his chance.

I was beyond proud.

Before Trevor had left the room, Mal pulled him aside and thanked him for everything, which stunned Trevor into silence. He wasn't expecting that, and neither was I.

Once everyone had left the room, leaving only Mal and I, he snatched my arm and tugged me down into his lap.

"God, I'm so proud of you." I tried turning myself to the side so I could cup his face in my palm but he quickly halted that when his face fell into the crook of my neck.

"Couldn't have done it without you," he spoke along the base of my neck, causing my thighs to clench.

He was insatiable.

"Yes, you could have," I berated. "That was all you."

I wouldn't let him downplay all the work he had put in or the effort, because in the end, it was all on him whether he wanted to play again or not.

"I may have done all the physical work, but you gave me the strength to do it."

His honesty rocked me to my core.

Frozen in his lap, I let his mouth then bring me back to reality.

"That's why I'm taking you out tonight, on a date." He pulled away from my neck to catch my reaction.

My stare swung toward his.

"A date? You mean, like, our first date?"

Endless flutters erupted inside my belly. Especially now that he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Yes."

Whatever you do, don't pass out.

His intimidatingly handsome face waited patiently for an answer, but I was currently rendered speechless by the simplicity of his question and the cocky expression across his face.

The man knew what he was doing.

Neck kisses, hands hot on my waist, asking me out on a date, what more could a woman want?

"Okay," I responded with a soft, gasp-like whisper that had him smirking.

"Should've taken you out a long time ago, but I'm an idiot."

I lightly smacked him on the chest.

"You're not an idiot, Mal. There's no rules or instructions on how to do a relationship. You just follow your instincts… You're heart." I placed a palm over the spot where I had hit him and slowly peeked up at him under my lashes. "I happen to like our nonconventional way of doing things anyway."

His chest flared against my hand.

"You gonna wear a dress for me tonight, Doe?" His voice was strained and thick with lust.

"I was planning on it. I have just the one in mind too. Black, short, tight…"

A low rumble vibrated along my palm as his eyes closed on a curse.

"Fuck… You plannin' on tryin' to kill me tonight too?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I just want to look pretty for you, Mal," I admitted while nuzzling the side of my head into his chest. It didn't take long for him to direct my attention back to him when he carefully seized my chin and forced me to look at him.

"You're always pretty. Fucking always," he enunciated. "You take my fucking breath away every time I look at you, Doe. And that'll never change."

For a second time in a matter of minutes, I was speechless.

It was in the intensity of his gaze, the rawness of his voice that had my eyes shaped into little hearts.

Then on a ragged, emotional breath, I leaned forward until our foreheads were pressed together.

"You take my breath away too, you know?"

A low laugh rumbled out of Mal as he pulled me in closer.

"Good, now let's get you home and in bed for a few hours before I take you out."

Sounds more than perfect with me.

A fter a few hours in bed, cuddling, sleeping, and being awoken to a hot, wet tongue eager to pull an orgasm from me, I finally decided it was time to get ready. Though Mal seemed reluctant to let me go, he eventually did but not before kissing the life out of me.

"I'll be downstairs," Mal called out from behind me as I waved a flirty hand over my shoulder in acknowledgment.

He growled in response.

He's cute when he's grumpy.

Walking into the bathroom, I quickly hopped into the shower. Lathering myself up in soap, exfoliants, shaving cream, I made sure to scrub down every square inch of my skin.

The everything shower.

Once I was satisfied I had cleaned myself thoroughly, I stepped out onto the bathroom mat and wrapped a chunky towel around my sopping wet body. With my makeup bag already out onto the counter, along with my haircare products, I started to get to work.

From blow-drying to curling, I fell into a groove of getting myself ready. Then once I had perfected my hair, I moved on to my makeup where I decided to take a risk and go for a more temptress look.

Winged eyeliner, painted lips, I wanted something different. And once I was finally all finished, black dress on, a spritz of perfume down the length of me, and some black flats, I stopped in front of the bathroom mirror to get a full view of myself.

And what I saw nearly knocked me onto my ass.

I looked beautiful.

I looked like a happy thirty-something-year-old woman who had finally found a reason to smile.

My hair was hanging low in big bouncy curls, while the skintight dress hugged every small curve that I had.

I was eager to see Mal's reaction.

With one last look, I sauntered out of the bathroom and down the stairs where I found Mal tucked away in the kitchen sitting at the table. His head was tilted downward in concentration as he appeared to be writing in what looked to be a journal.

The brown leather journal I had found in his drawer.

His dark brows were bent together as if he were figuring out in his head what to write. He looked adorable all hunched over and focused. I didn't want to disturb him.

Then as his head shifted, so did his attention, and almost immediately his stare had caught mine standing just inside the kitchen.

His back went ramrod straight. Eyes that were once engaged, had now dimmed. He looked seconds away from pouncing. From laying his claim, but instead he remained stiff.

"Do I look okay?" I asked on a lifted brow and slightly uneasy tone. Still, his taut expression and clenching arm muscles were the only reactions I was getting from him.

Along with his dilated pupils that were peeking through his lashes. Other than that, he wasn't giving me much.

Then just when I was about to ask him what was wrong, he pushed out of his chair and rose up onto his feet. Not once did he look away from me.

With determined steps, he ate up the distance between us, all the while eye fucking me the entire distance. My spine straightened until he stopped just where the tops of our toes lightly brushed together.

"Doe…" He groaned in agony as his stare scaled the length of me. "Fuck, you're trying to get me in trouble tonight, aren't you?"

My red-stained lips went wide.

"Is that your way of saying I look good?" I teased, causing the tortured look across his face to worsen.

As if afraid to touch me, he reached a hesitant hand out and grazed the back of his hand along the satin fabric of my dress.

I held in a moan.

"This is my way of saying no one better fuckin' look at you the wrong way tonight, Doe." The possessiveness in his tone had my whole body breaking out into a shiver.

I loved this side of him.

"And how will you look at me?"

I leaned into his body, causing his chest to puff out on a hiss.

"Like you're mine. Like you'll always be mine."

Grinning up at him, I reached for the collar of his shirt and swiftly yanked him toward me.

"Tell me I look beautiful, Mal," I ordered, just as he always demanded that I tell him that I was his.

His eyes twinkled in amusement at my attempt to be bossy.

"You look beautiful, baby."

Contentment filled my whole chest and before I knew it, I was lifted off of my feet and being carried like a bride on her wedding day. My arms sheathed around his neck as he started walking us up the stairs.

"No way, Mal. Not happening. Put me down," I argued through my laughter as he continued his ascent up the stairs.

"What's not happening?" he questioned, but I wasn't an idiot. I knew exactly what he was doing and I wanted no part of it.

I then tried shaking myself out of his arms, but his strength overpowered mine.

"I'm not letting you screw up all this hard work I did for a ten-minute fuck," I grumbled.

Then almost instantly after, I felt a pinch on my ass.

"Ow, Mal! What was that for?" I shouted as his grin deepened.

"Your foul mouth," he answered as he kicked open his bedroom door and walked us inside. "Keep actin' like that and I'll fill that bratty little mouth of yours up with my cock."

My heart stopped.

Did he just call me bratty?

Without warning, I was dropped onto the bed while Mal loomed over me. Legs widened, arms crossed, he looked devilish.

Fucking mouthwatering.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. My whole body began to buzz in the need that was created, and it was as if he could sense it.

Feel it.

My frustration had now turned into fervent desire. And it was only magnifying the longer he stood above me with a cocky grin and bulging muscles.

"That what you need, baby? My cock between those pretty lips before I spoil you tonight?

Holy shit.

I nodded without thinking.

His mouth titled, revealing a devious grin that had my core dampening. His hands went to the waistline of his pants, then ever so slowly, he yanked them down until his hard cock came into view. Leaking at the tip, it jerked into position, directly pointing in the direction of my mouth.

Sliding closer to the edge of the bed, I widened my legs to accommodate his large frame. As I did so, his eyes slipped down to my now exposed underwear that was dampened with my arousal.

His nostrils flared.

Gripping his cock, he beckoned me with the tilt of his chin to come closer.

"Now open your mouth and take my cock like a good girl."