Chapter 26

There was a time when I loved away games.

The longer we were on the road the better. A time to play, party, and hook up with gorgeous women. But things have changed and being away from Felicity raises my blood pressure in ways I never expected.

We've been on the road for five days now. We played and beat Cincinnati by three goals. I played okay, but my mind has been elsewhere. Felicity has yet to stay at my place despite my pleading with her to use my apartment as if it were her own. When I gave her that fob on Sunday night, I told her it was for while I'm away but truthfully, I want her to keep it indefinitely. If I had my way she'd be moved in by now. Her skincare on my bathroom counter, her tote bags cluttering my otherwise tidy apartment. On my visits to her place, I've noticed she's a bit messy, jackets thrown over her couch, bags and endless shoes tossed by the door. By nature, I'm neat and organized and everything has its place, but I'll happily sacrifice my obsessive ways to have Felicity's chaos greet me as I walk through the door each night.She is my calm in the chaos.

I pull out my phone and type a text to the woman I can't stop pining over.

Me

Are you at my place?

Angel

Nope, I'm still at work.

I look at the time. It's half past nine here, making it half past seven in Seattle. Why is she still at work?

It's half past seven there. Aren't you heading home?

Yep, just finishing up on a case for Monday morning.

I'm going to stay at your apartment for the weekend. I'm heading there now.

Relief floods my veins. Finally, she'll be out of that place and in the safety of mine. My cock hardens at the thought of her in my bed, hair cast across my pillow. If only I were in there with her.

Good. How are you getting there?

I know she won't have Martha with her as she walks the short distance to work each day. Old habits die hard with Felicity and as much as she drives me crazy worrying over her, I love her strength and independence, it's sexy as hell.

Several minutes pass and I drum my fingers on the hotel lobby bar. Taking another sip of my beer, I grow impatient and type out another message.

Gerard can come and get you.

It's fine—I can get the bus.

Fuck, no.

Too late. Gerard's on his way ;)

I ping a text across to Gerard asking him to pick Felicity up from her office and take her to my apartment with a stop along the way.

You're incorrigible.

You love it.

Silence.

Shit.

Was it the use of the L-word? My knee bobs up and down on the bar stool as I grip my phone waiting for her response. It must be ten minutes before she begins typing again.

Gerard's here. I gotta go.

Message me when you get home so I know you're safe.

Angel

So, on the way, Gerard said we needed to make a stop. Next thing I know I'm in some swanky spa.

I smiledown at my phone. I'm back in the hotel room I'm sharing with Zach.

"You look mighty pleased with yourself," Zach comments, looking up from his laptop.

"Just treating my girl," I reply.

Me

Did you enjoy it?

How could I not? Hot stone massage, facial, and a manicure. Did you have this whole thing planned out?

No. I called in a few favors last minute. I've helped promote their skincare range on more than a few occasions, so a last-minute twilight package wasn't difficult to pull off.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. I miss you.

I did. I miss you too. Just got my chamomile tea (yes, I'm a grandma) and got into bed, which by the way, is like a bloody cloud.

You'd be more comfortable with me underneath you.

The thought of Felicity climbing into my bed in her silky sleep shorts sends pressure straight to my cock. Jesus.

Hmmm…no, I still think the mattress wins.

Keep talking like that and I'll have to punish you when I get home.

I wonder if Felicity likes to be spanked. Fuck me, I hope so.

I'm a good girl. I don't need to be punished.

We'll see about that. Are you warm?

I am, but where is your TV? I thought you'd have one in your bedroom.

Laughing to myself, knowing she'll have no clue, I pull up Felicity's contact and hit dial. After a couple of rings she answers.

"Is it just your big TV in the living room?"

I laugh. "Look up for me. Do you see it?"

"Look at wh- Oh, that?"

"Yes, that. If you look above the nightstand, you'll see some controls to lower the projector. That's your TV. It'll come right down above the fireplace. Which is worked by the remote set in the holder by my side of the bed."

"Wait, your bedroom TV is a projector?"

"Yes."

"Could you be anymore extra?"

A smile traces my lips. "I could try."

I hear a ruffling of sheets.

"Jesus, Jon. It's huge."

My smile grows wider."You've already told me that, Angel."

"I'm rolling my eyes right now."

"Yes, I know it is, but I use it to watch game footage and movies. I need my movies."

"Oh yeah, what do you have loaded on this thing?"

"It's all Netflix."

A few more beats pass.

"Hang on. This is all chick flicks. Bridesmaids, Pretty Woman, Bridget Jones…Jon, are you a rom-com man?"

"Bridesmaids is one of the finest movies of our time." I look over at Zach. He's not moved or batted an eyelid. He knows me.

"Aw, you old softie. Well, I wish you were here with me. I'm heading straight into Bridesmaids."

My mind immediately takes me to images of Felicity in my bed, in one of her tiny sleep sets, curled up watching Bridesmaids.

Jesus.

My voice is low and gruff, "You don't know how much it"s killing me knowing you're in my bed, and I can't touch you."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Zach put his headphones on. He knows the score, something I've done for him many times.

"Is that so?" she replies in a teasing tone, and I hear more sheets rustling like she's adjusting herself under the covers.

I low groan, needing to be there with her so badly. So, I go for the next best thing. "Forget the film, Angel; let me entertain you."

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that?"

"Are you wearing those cute silky sleep shorts I love?"

I hear soft giggles and my dick goes from a semi to a full-on rock. "Yes, why do you ask?"

"Hang on." I stand from my bed and head for the bathroom, needing total privacy.

Once inside I prop my phone between my ear and shoulder and lean on the counter. "Take them off for me."

More rustling.

"I'm just slipping them down my legs now."

I squeeze my eyes shut, determined not to blow straight in my pants. "And that cami too if you have it on. I want you totally naked in my bed tonight. Because that's the only way you'll ever sleep in there."

"Okay, it's all off."

"Are you wet for me, Angel? Are you turned on knowing how hard I am for you right now?"

She gasps, "Yes."

"Tell me how wet you feel."

"So wet, Jon."

"Are you touching that pretty pussy of yours?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Because you're going to touch yourself exactly as I would if I were right next to you. Can you do that for me?"

She whimpers in response to my words, "Okay."

"Good girl. I want you to slide one of those pretty fingers through that gorgeous cunt of yours until you find your swollen aching clit."

"Mmm-hmm, yes."

"Is it aching for me, Angel?"

She gasps, "Yes."

I palm my cock through my pants and reach for the zipper, desperate to free myself and search for a release.

"I want you to rub and circle your clit until your legs shake, until you can't take it anymore."

I step out of my pants and push down my boxer briefs immediately fisting my cock. Christ, it's so fucking hard. I've never been this hard for a girl before. I begin to pump slowly.

"Are you touching yourself too?" she asks in a breathless voice.

I low chuckle. "How can I not? My girl's in my bed getting herself off."

"And it"s so good, Jon."

I swipe my palm over the head, pre-cum leaking out. "Are you nearly there?"

"Nearly."

"I want you to press two fingers inside your tight pussy and imagine that's my tongue, eating you out."

"Ohmygod."

"Oh, baby, I can taste you right now, how sweet you are as you squirt on my tongue. God, I want you to soak my face. I want you dripping from my mouth."

All I can hear are more whimpers and quick gasps. "I want your mouth on me."

"And it will be. As soon as I walk through that door, I'm going to sit you on my kitchen counter, rip your clothes off, and eat you until you beg me to stop."

"Jon, I"m going to come."

"I'm almost there too, Angel. I want us to come together."

I'm bent over the counter, barely able to keep my phone from crashing to the floor as I continue to pump my cock. Images of my girl right there, the look on her pretty face as she comes undone in my bed, pushes me right to the edge.

"I can't hold on any longer."

"Me neither." On the next pump, I growl and jets of cum release into my hand.

"Oh shit, I'm coming, I'm, this?—"

It's the sexiest undoing I"ve ever heard.

A couple of beats pass as we try to catch our breath, my head spinning out from the power of my orgasm.

Felicity's voice is lazy and satiated, "Shit, I think I've made a mess of your sheets."

My softening cock twitches again. "The thought of you squirting all over my bed is enough to have me chartering a flight back to Seattle in the next hour so I can make sure you fully soak it through."

"I wish you could because that was amazing."

A smile pulls at my lips. "If you think that was amazing, wait until I get my hands on you."

Angel

I just got back to your place and there's a decadently dressed floor-to-ceiling Christmas tree that's appeared in your lounge. Do you know anything about this?

I'mglad the home furnishings company I hired last night managed to get everything sorted before she got home from watching Jack's game. I only wish I could've done it all myself, but there's no way I'm having my girlfriend stay at my apartment just before Christmas with the place looking like Scrooge's lair. Even if it does every other year, I'm making an effort for my girl.

Me

No idea what you're talking about?

OMG the garland over the kitchen archway. It's gorgeous!

I wish I was there to see your face right now.

And the fairy lights across the ceilings? Jon, it's a winter wonderland here.

I'm so sorry I can't be there with you, but I wanted the place to at least feel festive.

You have decorations all around your apartment, so I kind of guessed you'd miss them.

Why are you so sweet?

Only to you.

Do you like the color theme?

Emerald? Yeah, it's gorgeous. But I thought your favorite color is blue.

It used to be.

Can you do me a favor actually?

Yeah, sure.

I think I left my toothbrush charger in the bathroom, should be on the counter. Can you check?

I haven't left my charger; it's here and tucked in my suitcase.

What. In. The. World?

My phone starts buzzing. I'm in the locker room with about ten minutes before we head out for pre-game warm-up, but Coach Burrows can ream me out; I'm taking the call.

"Hi," I say, trying to sound casual.

"There's no charger here, but there is the entire range of La Mer sitting on your bathroom counter. No wait, there's two of everything. Shit, there's thousands of dollars' worth here."

I tuck the phone between my ear and shoulder, lacing up my skates.

"Is it the same stuff they used last night at the spa?"

There's a pause. "Wait, this is for me?"

I chuckle. "Of course it is. Apparently, you loved it, so I just thought, you know, early Christmas present."

"Jon, I can't accept this. You've spent way too much money you don't need to spend on me."

"Just accept the gift, Felicity. I know you don't care about money but honestly, it's not about that for me either. Just let me treat you, spoil my girlfriend. Make you smile."

Another pause. "I honestly don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything," I reply, shifting my phone across as I start on my other skate.

"Well, thank you. Hey, wait, don't you have a game in like five minutes?"

I check the clock above the locker room door.

"Four minutes to warm-up but yeah, I gotta head off."

I then remember Jack's game earlier today. They were playing Washington, the league leaders. "How did Jack's game go?"

"Two a piece, not a bad result against Washington, I guess."

I'll say. I thought it might be a loss but glad they held out."How did he play? Did he start?"

"Nah, but he did get much more ice time. Got an assist for the second and his overall game was strong."

Amazing. "Perfect. He's making progress. It'll take time to break into the starting line. He's a freshman."

"Yeah, true. I'm so freakin' proud. He was buzzing after the game. I grabbed a late lunch with him."

My heart warms at the thought of her spending time with her son. "What are you up to now?" I ask as the guys start heading out of the locker room and to the ice.

"Just gonna chill I think, might make a dent in your freezer."

I laugh, thoughts of Felicity curled up on my couch with a tub of ice cream leave me a pining mess. Fucking away series. I don't like to think of her alone.

It's then that an idea pops into my head."Hey, why don't you head over to my mom and dad's again tomorrow? I can let them know you're coming. Gerard can drive you."

"Hmmm. I don't know. I love them but visiting on my own without you? Seems a bit weird."

I shake my head, casting my mind back to the way she was with Adam. Felicity is meant to be a part of my family. "It won't, and besides, I think Adam's back for the weekend again. You made an impression on him; he hasn't stopped asking when you'll visit next."

"Yeah, I guess we did kind of hit it off. I think it was our love for gardening that did it."

"MORGAN. ICE. NOW!" Coach Burrows's voice booms down the hallway into the locker room.

Grabbing my stick, I stand. "Give me two minutes, Coach!"

Silence. He's clearly gone back to the rink. I'm going to be up shit creek with him if I play like crap tonight.

"Jon, you have to go." She clearly heard his boom too.

I do need to go, but more than that I need to know about this gardening passion of hers. "It's fine. How did I not know you love gardening?"

Felicity sighs. "Well, I don't know if you've noticed but there aren't many backyards in Seattle. Plus, it's more of a past love. I used to care for my mum and dad's garden back in Oxford. They had this amazing acre of land." I can hear the sunny tone appear in her voice; she's clearly recalling their house. "It was a real English country garden, with peonies, Avalanche roses, hyacinths, ah, you name it that garden had it. So, I guess speaking to Adam brought back happy memories. That is until?—"

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle, knowing exactly where this is going. "Until what?"

"Until he sold the house, saying the garden was too much upkeep. Especially with me insisting on working full time."

He really is a piece of shit.

"Go to Mom and Dad's tomorrow, yeah? Even if just for Adam; he's been having a rough time, and the way he transformed last week…trust me that it had nothing to do with me, Mom, or Dad." I kind of feel like a dick for putting that last part on her, but something tells me Adam's bond isn't unrequited.

She doesn't take much convincing. "Okay, if you're sure."

"I'll let them know. Look, I really do have to go now, but I'll call you after the game."

"Good luck, baby. Play well. Me and my little chocolate fudge brownie here will be watching."

Baby.Well, shit. Now I'm going to have the best game of my life.