BONUS SCENE ALL THE FIRSTS

CAMMIE

Chase’s arms wrap around me from behind. I’m sweaty and gross and I’m sure he is too, but I don’t mind the affection one bit.

He kisses my damp neck. “How freaking cool is this?”

“So freaking cool.” Our living room is scattered with boxes and we have loads of unpacking to do, but it’s our place.

“Enough of the mushy shit, there are still boxes in the truck, lovebirds!” Gage grumbles as he drops one on the kitchen counter and heads for the door again. He steps to the side and changes his tune when Essie appears. “Here, let me take that for you.”

“Uh, it’s cool. I got this one.” She hugs it to her chest.

Gage holds his arms out, making it impossible for her to get around him. “I don’t mind.”

“Seriously.” Essie twists away from him. “I’m good.”

Watching Gage attempt to flirt with my sister is ridiculously entertaining.

“You’re clogging up the door, move it, Steele!” Brody calls from behind Essie.

Gage reluctantly moves out of the way.

Essie rolls her eyes as she skirts around him. I stifle a laugh.

Brody, Tally, and Fee are on her heels.

“Gage is lying, there isn’t much left in the truck, but I think you’ll need all the brawn you can get since it’s the big stuff,” Essie says helpfully as she heads down the hall to our completely unfurnished bedroom.

Fee, Tally, and Essie stay in the apartment with me while Chase, Gage, and Brody head back downstairs to help Mac.

“Do you think they need us?” Tally asks as they disappear through the door.

“They’re hockey dudes, let them handle the big stuff,” Essie says.

“Thank you so much for helping out today. And please hug Rix for sending lunch over.” She wanted to help with the move, but she has wedding stuff to tackle and she’s still working part time, so she sent along food instead.

Tally gives me a side hug. “I’m so excited that I’ll be just one floor up come August!”

“And my residence isn’t far either!” Fee will be in the apartment-style residence building this fall, which is closer to our off-campus apartment than the building Chase and I were in last year. It’s also proximal to the arena, which will make getting to practice and games easier for Chase.

“Next year will be amazing.” I have great friends, a super awesome boyfriend, we have our own space, and I have a summer job working in the student services department editing essays. Chase is attending hockey camp which runs eight hours a day, five days a week. It’s intensive, but he loves it.

“I’m so excited for all of you. University was so much fun,” Essie says with a faraway look in her eyes.

“You’re so lucky your parents said yes to you living with your boyfriend,” Tally says, somewhat wistfully.

Her boyfriend went home for the summer, and while her dad said yes to her getting an off-campus apartment, he was very firm about the boyfriend having his own place. He’s moving in with a bunch of the guys who lived on his floor last year.

“My mom has been cool about it, my dad not so much,” I mutter.

“He has boyfriend PTSD because of me, and for that I’m sorry.” Essie gives my arm a squeeze.

“I appreciate your circumventing his involvement in today’s move-in party.”

“I’m sure you’ve had enough talks about making good choices, being safe, and not turning them into grandparents before you graduate,” Essie replies.

“Amen to that,” I agree.

When Chase and I broached the subject of moving in together this summer, my dad decided to take Chase, his dad, and his younger brother out for a round of golf. Eighteen holes. Chase is amazing on the ice, but apparently he sucks balls at golf. His brother took video footage to prove it.

Our dads had his undivided attention for four hours. I don’t know what exactly was said, but Chase wouldn’t touch me for three days after that.

I broke him with new panties and a super filthy fic chapter.

Although he did try to double up on condoms—this was unsuccessful—and insisted on pulling out regardless over the week that followed. Thankfully that phase is over.

The guys appear in the door carrying the sectional sofa that is currently the only piece of furniture we have for our living room. We do have a couple of old milk crates from Chase’s room that will function as side tables until we get real ones.

Mac appears behind them carrying our mattress. We don’t have a bed frame either, so that will go on the floor until we do. I had no idea how much stuff one needed to furnish an apartment. But we’ll make it feel like home even if it’s fairly minimalist.

Once all the furniture and boxes are in the apartment, Essie and the girls help me set out the food Rix made for us, and Chase and the guys grab drinks, paper plates, and disposable cutlery. We sit on the floor or the couch in the living room, plates in our laps.

“So Fee, I hear you’re living in residence next year,” Mac says conversationally.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll be in the apartment style ones.” She blushes and dabs at her mouth with a napkin.

This is the first time they’ve met, and Mac is in full flirtation mode. “If you need any help moving in, I will absolutely volunteer as tribute. Or if you need anyone to show you around campus. We could exchange numbers right now.”

“Oh, uh…”

“Do you ever take a break from the flirting, Mac?” I say pointedly.

“It’s a compulsion.” He winks at Fee.

Tally rolls her eyes. “Ignore him. He’s like this with everyone. Especially the grandmas.”

“Grandmas should be appreciated,” Mac says defensively.

Tally ignores him. “And we all know that there will be an entire entourage of pro hockey players moving Fee in.”

Fee grimaces. “That’s really going to happen, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. You’re part of the Terror family now and that’s how they work.” Tally gives her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “For the most part it’s awesome.”

We finish lunch and everyone helps tidy up before they head out.

As soon as the door closes Chase flips the safety. “You know what we should do?”

“Start unpacking?” I motion to the stacks of boxes.

“Yes, but first, we should shower.” His eyes light up with excitement. “Oh my God. We can shower together!” He yanks his shirt over his head. “And you don’t have to put a pillow over your face when you come! We can have sex literally wherever we want.” Chase flicks the button open on his jeans and drags the zipper down.

“We absolutely can,” I agree as he strips down to nothing.

He’s already hard.

He bridges the gap between us, his cock bobbing with each step. He stops when it jabs me in the stomach. “Let’s get you naked, too.”

I let him pull my shirt over my head. He mashes his erection between us as he reaches behind me and unfastens my bra. Next are my pants and panties. And then he hoists me up and I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist as he carries me through the apartment to the bathroom, kissing my neck as we go.

He has to set me down when we reach the bathroom so we can adjust the temperature. I also have to dig through a box to find the soap, shampoo, conditioner, and body poufs. But we finally have the things we need to get clean. Chase lifts me into the tub and follows behind, adjusting the curtain so water doesn’t get all over the floor.

“I’ve never done this before, showered with someone,” he admits.

“Me either,” I reply. But Chase naked and wet definitely gets two thumbs up from me.

He takes my face in his hands and slants his mouth over mine. Hot water sluices down my back as his tongue strokes against mine.

Eventually he pulls back and grabs the shampoo. “Can I wash your hair?”

“Sure, if you want.” The only time I get my hair washed is when I get it done at the salon. But I haven’t had a haircut in six months.

I pass Chase the shampoo and he squirts some into his palm, then rubs them together. He blocks the spray and runs his fingers through my hair, then starts to massage my scalp. His erection pokes me in the back and I step into him, sighing at the feel of his hands in my hair, of his hard chest pressed against my back and his hard cock trapped between us.

I’ve written several bath and hot springs scenes with Arwen, Legolas, and Aragorn, but this new real experience is something else. The intimacy of it is addicting. Chase, who is so intense on the ice, singularly focused and dominating, is such a beautiful combination of soft, doting, and commanding. He runs his soapy hands over my shoulders and cups my breasts in his palms, tugging my nipples. One hand slides lower and I rest my head against his chest as it skates down my stomach and dips between my thighs. “I’m going to wash every inch of you.”

“And I get to wash every inch of you, too.” I tip my head up and he bends to brush his lips over mine.

He removes the showerhead and rinses the shampoo from my hair before it has a chance to get in my eyes. I try to wash his hair for him, too, but he’s tall and I’m not, so it’s pretty much impossible.

We soap each other up and wash away the sweat, fingers lingering on sensitive places. We touch and caress and make out until the water starts to run cold. We make sure we’re soap free before we cut the water and Chase pushes the curtain open.

Both our gazes move to the empty towel rack.

“Shit.” Chase steps out of the tub. “I’ll find the towels and bring you one?”

“They’re probably in a box in our bedroom, we can find them together.”

He extends a hand and I take it, shivering as we pad down the hall, dripping water all over the floor on the way to our bedroom. But the second we cross the threshold, all thoughts of finding towels to dry off with disappear.

Essie, being the thoughtful sister she is, took the time to put sheets on our mattress. It’s pushed up against one wall, the pillows propped against the wall.

“We can dry off on the sheets and then put the fan on them so they dry before bed.” Chase pulls my wet, slightly chilled body against his and slants his mouth over mine. He wraps one arm around my waist and carries me across the room, our mouths still fused.

Chase gracefully lays me on the bed and stretches out over me, fitting himself between my thighs. We’re so worked up, and I feel like I’m already on the edge.

“Should I slow down? I can eat you out first.” The head of his cock slides over my clit.

“Later. Right now I just want you inside me.”

His hot, desperate gaze meets mine. “Should I get a condom? I probably should.”

“You can pull out and come in my mouth,” I offer.

He always wants to make out with me after. It’s hot and filthy and my fucking favorite.

“God, I love you.” He cups my face in his hands, pulls back, lines himself up, and pushes in on one smooth stroke, filling me completely.

“And I love you.”

His grin is sweet for a moment, before one corner of his mouth curves up in a deliciously dark smile. “Ready to be fucked, baby?”

“So ready.” I wrap myself around him as he pounds into me. We’re not quiet about it. At all.

It’s the perfect first time in our first apartment together. I can’t wait for all the other firsts we get to have together.