Chapter 4

W e drive around for a little while, but there's not a lot open.

"What's your favorite late-night food?" I ask.

"Breakfast."

A woman after my heart.

"You know…" I'm going out on a limb here . "I like to cook. If you want, I could whip up something at my place? No pressure… I'm just not seeing anything open." I duck to get a better glance of the street up ahead. Most of the restaurants have the lights off.

She smiles and cuts her eyes at me.

I shrug. Guilty .

"Can you make omelets?" she asks.

"I make the best omelets."

"What do you want in yours?" I ask, selecting a frying pan and setting it on the stove. She sits at one of the barstools, watching me. "I've got ricotta, cheddar, gouda, spinach, mushrooms, ham, bacon, onions, potatoes…"

"Hashbrowns?"

"Sure."

"I'm a little particular about my breakfast food."

"Let's hear it." I enjoy a challenge.

"I want an omelet with bacon, mushrooms, and spinach. But here's how I want you to cook it… ready?"

"Lay it on me."

"Fry the bacon in the pan first, when it's cooked, set it aside and use the grease to cook the hashbrowns. Add gouda to the hashbrowns until it gets all nice and melty, then shove the whole thing inside the omelet with the mushrooms and spinach."

The smile on my lips grows with each word. I love that she knows exactly what she wants and how she wants it. "Damn, Kendra. Yeah, I can do that." In fact, I'm making one for myself. She had me at bacon grease.

She removes her bright-pink blazer and drapes it over one of the barstools next to her, then rests her elbows on the kitchen island, propping her chin on her fists to enjoy the show. What is it about grown-ass women getting excited for food that I find so appealing? Maybe I like seeing the hunger in their eyes.

Kendra appeals to a nurturing side I didn't know I had. I want to feed her. A woman who knows exactly how she likes her omelet shouldn't eat energy bars for dinner. That's not to say I've never cared about previous partners, but the need is stronger with her. I have the urge to protect and provide for her. It's bizarre. Maybe it's the age gap?

I plate our food, and she seems pleased with it as I slide it across the counter. When I take a bite, everything melts on my tongue, so I groan while pulling the fork from my lips.

"Told ya." She laughs next to me, then takes a bite. "Perfect. God, this is my favorite comfort food."

I nod. "Might be my favorite too." It's delicious, but I can already tell I will want to sleep after this, and I'm not ready to be done with her yet. We've been making glances at each other since we arrived. It's been a long time since I've brought a woman home. The first ever to step foot in this house.

She looks around, taking in her surroundings. "You have a nice house. Is it new?"

"Yeah, I moved in last fall."

"Did you design it?"

I nod.

"Can I have a tour?"

I bring the napkin to my mouth before answering, struggling to hide my grin. "Right now?"

I feel like we just sat down, but she wipes her hands and hops off her barstool. "Yeah."

As soon as she turns to face the living room, my eyes drop to the brightly colored embroidery on her high-rise jeans. The flared bottoms are covered in flowers, every color of the rainbow, with stems and petals climbing her legs like ivy, up to where the denim hugs her ass as if they're custom made. I'm jealous of pants. I want to delve into her back pockets and fill my hands with her. I've always been an ass man. The crop top reveals a sliver of her stomach, and I resist the temptation to touch her.

"Sure." I clear my throat and stand.

We start at the lower level. I show her the theater, then to my "mini rink" which is essentially a twenty-by-twenty room with synthetic ice flooring.

"Whoa. Can I step on it?"

"Sure. It's slick, though. Let me go first." I pass her covers for her feet, then pop on my skates and tuck in the laces.

I step on and extend a hand, and she takes it. I can't help but appreciate how convenient the extra physical contact is. She takes tiny steps and almost loses her balance, but I've got my arms around her before she can fall. I had no idea this floor would be such a great wingman when I had it installed. I'm a genius.

"This is so cool!"

The only people who have been down here are other hockey players. I use it for training, but to someone who doesn't skate, I suppose walking on synthetic ice is a novelty. "It's about ten percent less slippery than real ice."

I skate backward and pull her into me. She smells so good. I don't know if it's perfume or something she puts in her hair or just her, but I like it.

"I want one of these."

"A hockey player?"

She rolls her eyes and pushes back from me, glancing down at her feet. "One of these floors."

"You need a pair of skates first."

"Want to teach me?" she asks with a laugh, as if she's only joking, but I wouldn't mind giving her private lessons down here. I wouldn't mind that at all .

"Yeah, I do," I answer seriously.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say that's an attempt to see me again."

I drag her close again, and she smiles, clutching my sides harder. I stare into her light-gray eyes, and her gaze drops to my lips. Fuck. I lean down, brushing my mouth over hers. Covering her hands with mine, I take her wrists in one hand and pin them over her head in the air. Then I pause and lean in close, biting her earlobe.

"This okay?"

She sucks in a small breath. "Mm-hm… Maybe we should continue the tour."

I withdraw slightly, searching her eyes. She bites her lip again.

"Do you want to see my bedroom?"

"Is there any chance you would reconsider the show contract—"

"None," I answer firmly.

"Then… yes."

I waste no time getting off the synthetic ice with her and tossing my skates in the corner of the room. She follows me back upstairs and not-so-subtly smiles as we cross the threshold to my bedroom. The large king bed is the focal point of the room, but her fingers trail across the foot of the bed as she saunters toward the wall of picture windows. I stare at her silhouette against the night sky and watch her reflection in the mirror. Her gaze wanders as she overlooks the illuminated pool and forest surrounding the property. The full moon makes the lazy river that winds through the corner of the property sparkle.

I take the opportunity to admire her ass before I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hips. She leans her back against my chest, and I bring my palms up to her revealed stomach between her jeans and crop top. Her sweet sigh makes me blow out a breath. Even in the reflection, I see her nipples peak. It's not the first time I've caught a glimpse tonight. The free-the-nipple movement is a beautiful thing. Rotating her head to face me is easy. Her chest rises and falls against my sturdy one. First woman to christen this new bed, and it feels right.

My thumb swipes over her lower lip, and I relish watching her cool demeanor slip as she becomes a needy puddle in my hands. A small whimper escapes, and instantly, I have to hear every other noise she can make.

"I knew the second I laid eyes on you I could never be a part of your show. It was never going to happen."

"Why?"

"And miss out on this? I'd never forgive myself." I wink.

She bites the corner of her lip and brings her arms up, linking her fingers behind my neck. The desire to taste her is overwhelming. I drop my mouth to hers, and she sucks in a breath. Her lips are so fucking sweet. Our mouths fit perfectly together. It's heated and hungry. She's still holding her breath, though…

I pull away and smile at the way she blinks open her eyes. "You good?"

She smiles and chuckles, and the deep-red blush fades from her skin. I'm relieved when she exhales and takes in air again. She eagerly nods but still appears slightly timid. "Sorry, it's just been a while."

How long is a while? I get the impression she lives for her career, and it probably leaves little room for a social life. Kendra's been take-charge all night, but kissing me now, she's giving a softer, shy side of her, which is playing right into my desire to fulfill and take care of her every need.

My hands find her ass and grip her, picking her up and holding her against me. Our lips don't leave one another as I walk her toward the bed. My tongue skates across the seam of her mouth before nipping at her pouty bottom lip. She sighs and I grin. I could kiss her forever. I want every inch of her, but if she's not ready tonight, I'll be happy doing this until the sun rises. I'll wait until next time or the time after that. As long as it takes. This isn't the normal progression of my dates, but I find her irresistible, and I'm desperate for her.

Settling on the side of the bed, I let her straddle me. The way she gyrates her pussy over my cock makes me groan. Fuck.

"Sully…" she breathes. Goddamn.

"What do you need, baby girl?"

"More."

I unhook the top button on her jeans, then push the colorful denim down her legs. She stands, and I shove them to the floor, then she steps out. I unbutton and remove my jeans. Pulling her back, she straddles me once again, this time wearing only a lace thong and that damn crop top. Grabbing my shirt at the back of my neck, I tug over my head.

She toys with the thin gold chain at my neck while my fingertips skim up her thighs, over her waist, and to her attention-seeking nipples. As she leans into my hands, I glide my palms over her ribs, then raise her shirt and drop my mouth to her dark peaks. Her nails scratch the back of my neck as she cradles me tighter to her chest.

I continue to work the shirt over her head, and she releases me to let it slide off her arms. Lying back, I peruse her body. You couldn't find a more perfect human form than Kendra's. There's muscle under those curves of hers, yet she's soft in all the right places. And that face? Fucking hell. She's gorgeous. She's got it all.

She leans forward, and her lips find mine again. I love the feel of her nipples scraping over my bare chest. Her G-string doesn't cover much, and my boxers are getting tighter by the second. I want to flip her over and fuck her senseless. The way she rolls her soft hips has me hypnotized. She fists my cock, making me groan. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" she mumbles against my smiling lips.

I sit up. She's so cute, trembling as I trace up the inside of her thigh. Peeling her thong down, I run my knuckles over her clit, and she moans. She's slick as fuck. Her knees part, and I sink my middle finger inside, then add my ring finger, slowly stroking as she rocks on my hand. "I'm going to get you there. This tight pussy"—I pump in and out of her, and she grips my shoulders, hanging on as her muscles tighten around my fingers—"is going to take every inch I feed it. Isn't it?"

Her darkened eyes lock onto mine, filled with equal trust and lust. "Yes, Daddy."

I almost choke.

Holy fuck.

That's a new one for me, but I like it… a lot. I want her to call me daddy all night long.

I smack her ass, the loud clap echoing in the room. "Good fucking girl," I growl. She has no idea what she's doing to me, but I'm feral for her.

She sighs against my neck, and my dick throbs. I know for a fact I won't last, so I've got to get her off ahead of time. It's been way too long, and when you add an emotional connection to the physical attraction, sex just hits different. Everything hits different with her.

"You say stop, we stop. Okay? We aren't doing anything you're uncomfortable with."

She nods.

"Say, yes, daddy ." I need to hear it again.

"Yes, Daddy."

Fucking hell. It's like a livewire straight to my cock every time she says that word. My thumb presses against her clit, and her legs shake. Her nails pierce my shoulder blades and her breath hitches as she comes. Her rasp is so sexy. Kendra's eyes glaze over, and the corner of my mouth tips up.

"Oh, baby girl, that's so good. I can't wait to feel you strangle my cock with that tight little pussy of yours." She rides my hand, and I don't give her a chance to come down from her orgasm before I'm flipping her on her back and ripping her thong the rest of the way off in one smooth motion. Dropping to my knees, I throw her legs over my shoulders. I want to devour my prize.

With one lick and her taste on my tongue, I know I'll never get enough. My eyes dart to her watching me intently as I draw my tongue over her. Kendra's mouth drops open, and we stare at each other. Eye contact has never gotten me this hard, but seeing her eyes gleam and lashes flutter as I feast is everything. Goddamn. I close my eyes to keep from climbing on top and fucking her bare.

I tear off my boxers, spit on her pussy, and stuff two fingers inside as I lick. My tongue plays everywhere except where she needs it. She writhes, seeking more.

"Tell me."

She pants. "Are you seriously going to make me say it?"

I grin. "Yes."

"Suck my clit, Sully."

I love her saying my name, but now that she's called me something else, that's all I want.

"Sully? Try again."

"Suck my clit, Daddy."

Growling into her lips, I latch onto her and fuck her with my fingers. Her hand threads through my hair and grips as she grinds against my face, crying out those sweet sounds. Her body gives up the orgasm so easily. I keep my gaze on her as my tongue fits inside, her taste flooding my mouth and intoxicating me. I groan. This woman is wild. I go back to sucking and drive my fingers deeper. I love the way she squeezes.

She moans, rocking against me. Fuck. I don't dare let up on her juicy, twitching clit as her pussy thrums around my middle and ring fingers.

As soon as her muscles ease and she lets go, I drop my head and kiss her inner thighs. "You did so well, baby girl. Such a good job taking my hand." I stroke her pussy, stretching her until I'm satisfied I won't hurt her. "You ready?"

She nods, her eyes are eager, but there's still a hint of nervousness in them. It's flattering. I drop another kiss and sit up, reaching over into my nightstand for a condom.

"I've been tested," she says.

"So have I, but you're the only one I want calling me daddy . Are you on birth control?"

"I can't have kids. My tubes are tied."

Her tubes are tied? She's kind of young for that, isn't she? But whatever. I'm not about to tell a woman what to do with her body.

"Okay."

She scoots farther back on the bed and rests against the pillows on the side opposite of the one I sleep on. Seeing her there sends a rush of adrenaline through me. A familiar feeling, as if she knows it's hers.

I climb over her, and she parts her legs, giving me an eyeful of where my tongue was. Her taste lingers on my tongue. The way she looks at me makes my chest tight. Looking at her almost hurts. "You're painfully beautiful, baby girl."

She bites the corner of her mouth again—a shy habit I hope she never loses. Leaning forward, I coat my length in her, rubbing soft circles against her clit until she loosens up some of her tight, overzealous muscles. Notched against her opening, the head of my cock is already being constricted. I blow out a breath and watch her face as I push inside. Her chest rises and falls faster. "Relax, baby."

"It's a lot… Please, don't stop."

"A few more inches… I told you you're going to take all of them."

She nods, and I sink deeper until all of me is snug inside her.

"Goddamn, Kendra."

I'm seeing stars, so I drop my head to draw her nipple into my mouth while I adjust to how good this woman feels. It's intense, but it's more than just physical. Is this what the guys are always going on about?

Years ago, my best friend had a one-night stand with a woman named Raleigh. They lost contact, and he spent years looking for her. I couldn't understand this obsession he had with her. But now… I've only known Kendra for a few hours, but if I lost her, I'd be searching every crowded bar for her face too. No question.

Kendra is not a one-night stand. She's not a ten-night stand. She's not someone you give up without a fight. I slide out and plunge back in, and she digs her hands into my ass and forces me deeper. "Fuck, baby. That's my girl…"

She pulls me down, and I kiss her with everything I have. A small laugh slips out; I'm so happy to be in this moment with her. Where the fuck did this woman come from? Shit, we click so well. Best nondate I've ever been on.

"I'm going to see you again," I tell her.

"Yeah?" she asks, panting, and her wide eyes take me in.

"You have no idea. I'm going to see you again so fucking hard." I nip at her bottom lip, and she laughs. I sit up on my heels, admiring how well we look together. I love it.

"Pretty," she comments out loud, reading my mind.

I grip her waist and slowly fuck her sweet little body as she adjusts to my size. "Yeah, baby girl. We're pretty." I can only imagine the number of suitors' hearts she has broken—I'm willing to risk being the next one.

Reaching up, she braces against the headboard, adding resistance to fuck herself on me. With pleasure written all over her face, I love seeing her stretched beneath my much larger body.

I match her rhythm. "Oh my god," she whines. She bites her lip, biting back curses as she lets me take over. My hand finds her clit, and I tug it between my fingers and let go. I repeat the action twice more, and each time, she squeezes my cock harder, and it's a struggle to hold out. Her legs shake, and hearing her cry for me is so rewarding. Her involuntary movements are pure gold as she loses control.

I pull out. "Get on your hands and knees, baby girl." I'm desperate to watch her ass bounce as I pound into her. "Show me how good you look being fucked from behind."

"Yes, Daddy." She gets up and does as she's told.

"Fuck me," I groan, rubbing the back of my neck. "You have no idea what that does to me."

She gets in position and has the nerve to look back at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye; she knows exactly what she's doing. I slap her ass twice, and it jiggles under my palm. "Dirty fucking girl." She wiggles side to side, as if daring me to do it again. I rub her backside, then crack an open palm across it. She jolts and drops to her elbows as I grab her hips and bury my length inside. She gasps, panting at the sudden fullness. "Be a sweet girl while I fuck you, hm?"

I lean over her back and whisper in her ear, "I'm going to be a little rough with you, baby girl. Can you handle that?"

"Yes, Daddy." There it is. I caress the welt on her ass from my earlier punishment. She rocks against me, impaling herself on my dick.

"That's better."

My hands spread her cheeks, and I admire the view as I push and pull. I give her one more swat before I skate fingers from the base of her spine to her neck and pin her to the bed while I work her over. She fists the pillows while she makes the sexiest moans. Someday, I'll fuck this tight ass too. I wonder what noises she'll make then.

I lift up long enough to turn her head to face the windows. The night sky has turned them into the perfect black mirror to capture our reflection, and I want her to see what I see. How beautiful she is like this. "You look so fucking good taking my fat cock. Don't you, baby girl?"

She nods, and our size difference is even more apparent this way. It's impressive. I hold her steady while I drive into her, loving the way she trembles. She mumbles something.

"What is it, baby?"

"Choke me again," she begs.

"No please ?"

"Please, Daddy." She adds, desperate.

I drop to one elbow, covering her body with mine, wanting to see how much she can take. My index finger and thumb on each side of her neck, enjoying the ricochet of her pulse as I urge her into a vulnerable head space.

"Give in to me," I whisper. "Close your eyes when you start to float." My other hand snakes between her legs, and I play with her clit while thrusting into her, then watch her face carefully for her fade out.

The moment she turns to mush, those eyes drift shut. I release her neck and grab her shoulders, forcing her down on me harder.

"Show me what a pretty girl you are when you come on my cock." She does that thing where she forgets to exhale. It only spurs me on. When I'm about to remind her, her pussy clenches and I rise to my knees, then shove her hips down to the mattress. Her ass spreads for me, and I strike her on each cheek three times, fucking her through her orgasm. Her sounds are ragged and rough around every "Thank you, Daddy."

My dam is about to break. I withdraw and flip her so she's facing me.

"Hold onto me." She seizes my forearms, and I do the same to her, stabilizing her body while I pull each whimper from her lips with my cock. "One more, baby." She groans loudly at the thought of having to give me another orgasm. Her body is wrung out, but she nods.

I'm beyond impressed by her strength. I'm not going easy on her, yet she's taking every inch like a fucking pro. She's been tossed around, spanked, choked, and roughly fucked—her body is nearly limp. The grip she has on me loosens as another part of her takes hold.

"That's it, almost there. Can I come inside you?"

I didn't realize I wanted to so badly until I said it. I'll be disappointed if she says no, but I hide that from my face. I'm relieved when she nods.

"Fill me with your cum." She bites her lip. "Please, Daddy?"

"Goddamn it, Kendra."

I bring my palm to her throat and watch the smile slowly spread; she's got my number and knows it. Her enthusiasm is incredible. My pale hand against her warm skin feels like home. Her slender fingers wrap around my wrist, bright-pink nails peeking out as she perseveres, taking all of me and relinquishing control. Glancing into her eyes is my undoing. This beautiful woman has me under her spell, and the flutter of her pussy right before I come is divine.

"Here you go, baby girl. All this is yours." With every stroke, more cum spurts from me as I pound into her, spilling myself until it gushes out around my length and her pussy glistens with me. It's so fucking hot.

I pull out, enjoying the view of her pulsing cunt as it leaks my climax. It takes my breath away. Icollapse onto my elbows, pressing my forehead to hers.

"Holy shit, Kendra." What the fuck was that?

She chuckles under me, still heaving, and her nipples graze my bare chest again. "That was insane." Her voice is rough.

I nod, catching my breath, then burrow my hand into her hair while kissing her. "You did so fucking well, baby." I flop onto my side and haul her into my chest, needing her closer. "How are you doing?"

"Sleepy."

I nod and laugh. "Same." I groan, hoisting myself up and stepping into the bathroom to wash up and prepare a warm washcloth. Her body is spent and relaxed when I return. Perfect. I drop a knee on the mattress and spread her knees apart, then take a mental picture before gently bringing the damp cloth across her body and cleaning up the mess I made.

We've got an emotional, physical, sexual connection that has me questioning if she's even real. I pray this isn't a dream. If it is, fuck it, let me sleep forever.

When I'm done, I head back to the bathroom and toss the washcloth in the sink. I give her a couple painkillers and a full glass of water. "Drink this."

She takes a small sip, downs the acetaminophen, and holds the glass out to me.

I push it back toward her chest. "All of it." Goose bumps rise on her arms, so I find one of my Lakes shirts for her to wear. She puts it on, and I fail miserably at hiding my smile. It's practically down to her knees.

"I'll give it back tomorrow," she says, yawning.

"Keep it, it gives me another excuse to get you back here."

"For real? Thought that was just a line because you were in the moment."

I laugh. "Hell no. I meant it then, I mean it now." She's already ruined me; I'll probably hang on her every word from now until forever.

"Okay… Um, do you want to exchange numbers?"

"Yes." I dig my phone from my pants on the floor and unlock it, noticing a missed call.

Whit Moreau . Damn, I haven't heard from that guy in forever. He and I played in the minors before I was drafted by the Lakes. I heard he retired about five years ago, but he's been keeping busy with the NHL as a consultant. The call must have come through when I was driving to meet her. I close out of my calls and focus on the task at hand.

I open a new contact for Kendra. "I realize I don't even know your last name," I say, slightly embarrassed.

"Ames."

"Kendra Ames," I say, typing it in. I save her number and send her a text, pleased when I hear the notification ding from in the kitchen.

"What time is it?" she asks.

"Almost one."

"Shit. I have to be up early." She grimaces. "Can you get me to my car by six?"

After the sex we just had, I'd walk over hot coals for her. Six a.m. won't be a problem. "I'll set an alarm."