Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

JACOB

“ H appy to have a few days of semi-calm before the run for the division starts. And yes, I'm also happy to see you.”

He walked to the driver’s side and shooed me to the passenger door as Annie climbed into the back. “I’m driving. This weather is insane, and only going to get worse. My flight for the day after Christmas is already delayed because of the storm that’s coming through.”

“I thought you didn’t have practice or a game until the 28th?”

I adjusted the mirror and started the engine. “The Revenge have a team event at the arena I can’t miss. I can, but I don’t want to.”

“Hey Jacob. Nice to see you again. Nice save a few days ago. Sloan and I were very impressed,” she teased. “Even if she kept leaving the room because Ethan was yelling so loudly at the TV.”

I pulled out into traffic after checking to make sure Sloan was safely buckled in.

“It’s not like I miss a lot, plus I’ve been working,” Sloan said, sticking her tongue out at Annie in the rearview mirror.

“I am so glad you found something that you love to do,” Annie gushed. “And from home. Which means you’ll have plenty of time to help-”

“Can we please talk about other things?”

“Like my congrats on the baby,” I added, laughing as Sloan squirmed in her seat. Ever since she’d called me last weekend, we’d talked almost every night after Josie went to sleep. About her new job freelancing for a PR company that worked with charitable donations and sports teams as well as events in the Seattle area. And the fact that Annie was pregnant. She’d squealed so loudly I thought she was going to wake up Josie with that one.

Every time, I’d wanted to tell her about my daughter, but when she didn’t ask after watching the game, where I’m almost positive they’d shown her after my latest shutout, I wasn’t sure why she wasn't bringing it up.

“Thank you. Now, concentrate on the road so we get home in one piece,” Annie admonished.

I chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

As we neared the house, or should I say compound after looking up the palace on the internet, the snow fell thicker and faster. The wind picked up and the temperature dropped. Sloan’s phone rang, and she answered it with a grimace.

“Hi! No, we’re almost- wait, what? Ok. I know, Ethan, I don’t want her out in this either. Yes, I’ll have-”

“Give me the phone,” Annie demanded as he hand shot out between the seats. She grabbed the phone, and started to tell her husband to calm down.

“The roads are getting worse, and they’re advising people to stay off the streets except for emergencies. I know we were going to drop you off first, but Ethan wants us to drop off Annie first, then he’ll drive you back?”

One glance told me the snow wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, and I didn’t blame him for wanting Annie safe. Hell, I hated that Sloan was out in this weather. The SUV slid, and I corrected as she clutched the dashboard. I nodded. “Let’s get the two of you home, then we’ll go from there. Then I can call Mary, too, to make sure she’s ok.”

Thank fuck Josie had flown in the day before to spend extra time with her grandparents since I was at practice and with my physio almost all day. She’d become an expert flyer, and loved that she got to sit in first class every time she went back and forth. Which wasn’t as much now that she was with me in Seattle.

There was no way I wanted her out in this storm. Up ahead, I could barely make out the turn to the house, the snow was falling so quickly. There was at least a foot and a half, if not more, blanketing the ground already, and it wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

“Hold on,” I warned them both as I got enough speed to plow through the initial pile of snow, and slowly, we made it up the long drive until the SUV stopped about fifty feet from the front of the house.

Ethan came flying out the front door. Annie rolled her eyes. “It’s going to be a long nine months for us, kiddo.”

As her husband gathered Annie in his arms and carried her to the house while she protested loudly, Sloan wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure you’re going to be able to get back down the drive,” she yelled.

I knew she was right as I grabbed my bag from the back. The wind picked up and the world was white even in the dark of night, thick and heavy. I followed her up to the house, steadying her once or twice as we trudged through the snow.

“It’s just falling too fast to keep up with,” Sloan’s grandma said as she ushered us inside. “Mary called, Jacob, and said to tell you everything is fine, not to drive, and stay here.”

A pang of guilt sank into my chest. I’d told Mary and Hal about Sloan after they'd asked on Thanksgiving, telling them we’d just met and were seeing if we fit but that I didn’t want to make a big deal yet because of Josie. Mary beamed, and I’d since learned Hannah and Annie had taken Josie out a few times when she came to live with her grandparents after Hillary passed.

“Sloan is already in the cabin closest to the house since Ethan and Annie are staying in the spare bedroom for the night.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “I even put the honeymoon package in there, and kept the boys from decorating with Montreal Triumph things. Men.”

Sloan’s eyes widened. “Maybe Jacob wants–”

“Thank you, that’s so generous of you.”

Annie called from the couch where Ethan had covered her with a fuzzy blanket and delivered hot cocoa, “I’m sure Josie is getting spoiled rotten. Mary and Hal bought the entire toy store, I think, and that’s not even including what Hannah and I bought. I hope you have room for it all!”

“Josie?”

“You two should head over before it gets any worse. Fridge is stocked, too.”

I guided Sloan to the door, not wanting to have this conversation in front of her family. “I’ll tell you in a few minutes. Trust me, okay?”

After a second she nodded.

And I prayed she’d understand that her fake boyfriend came with a little something special with the package.

Rule Number Three: Ignore How Sexy You Think The Single Dad Hockey Player Is.

The wind howled outside as I shut the door and shook off the snow. I dropped my bag on the floor as Sloan went to the kitchen area and poured a glass of wine.

“Wine?”

“Sure.”

“White ok?”

“Yep.” She sat two glasses on the counter, tried to get the cork out and let out a frustrated sound. I walked over, trying to ignore the proximity of her body, and failed. “Here, let me.” She handed me the corkscrew, eyes intent as I uncorked the bottle and poured. She immediately downed hers and held out her empty glass for a refill. I poured and she took a small sip, eying me over the rim, then licking her lips. “Ask.”

“Who’s Josie?”

I let out a sigh. “My daughter.”

Her jaw dropped. “You have a daughter?”

I nodded, tipped the glass back, and refilled it.

“And you didn’t think this was important fake relationship news that should be shared?” She drained her glass again, and I refilled it once more. “At this rate, we’re going to go through all six bottles.”

“Six?”

“Honeymoon suite, remember? It's stocked for more than just one night.”

Bottle in hand, I followed her to the living area, and she spun to face me, the fireplace illuminating her curves and framing her blonde curls in a halo. “I just found out about Josie this spring.”

Her hand flew to her forehead. “ JOJO! Hillary! Oh my God , that’s how Mary knows you. And Hannah. Annie . I must look like such an idiot. ” She groaned and sat down on the couch, wineglass empty once more. The bottle flew out of my hand as she grabbed it and refilled it.

“No, you’re not. I told Mary we were taking it really slow since you just got out of a relationship, and I just became a dad.”

“That must be why Annie was acting strange after Thanksgiving on the phone and when I visited last week. She knew. Ugh, she keeps secrets like a damn vault!”

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I tried, a few times but-”

“It’s okay.” Her bottom lip trembled.

“Hey, why the tears?” I asked as a single drop traced down her cheek. I wiped it away.

She sniffled. “I am not Hillary. How did you even know her?”

I grabbed the back of my neck. “It’s a little embarrassing.”

Her hand flew to cover her eyes as she flopped back further into the couch. “One night stand. I’m right, aren’t I? She was away at college, and she was gorgeous and you two…and then Josie. And I’m nothing like Hillary. I get it.”

“Hey, hold on.”

I put my glass down and took hers. She stood, and started pacing the room. “We can totally say we had a fight and this will be all over. There's a couch, I’ll take that since you’re way too long for it, obviously. And then tomorrow you can leave and go be with Josie.”

I’d never seen a more beautiful sight, and even though I had promised myself I’d let her take the lead, no matter what on this trip, I walked over, wrapped my arms around her and stopped her.

Right under the damn mistletoe I was sure one of the Michael’s women had strategically placed, along with a few others, around the cabin.

"Maybe the fuck it moment is so good because it's when that tightly held onto control finally snaps because you need something so bad the Universe decides to harness all that I want you but I shouldn't energy into one tiny atom that just explodes.” That was it, right there.

“But-”

“I’m going to shut all that down and kiss you now unless you tell me no. We may be stuck in here, Sloan, but I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do. Say the word.”

Eyes wide, she asked, “You don’t want to fake break-up with me?”

“Fuck no, baby,” I breathed. Hand gripped her and pulled her in, watching and waiting to see if she was going to tell me no. When she didn’t, I made sure she knew just how much I wanted to not fake break-up with her. “If we’re going to be trapped here, I might not be able to resist kissing you. Touching you. Fuck, it’s all I’ve been thinking about since you fell into my arms in that airplane aisle. But Josie’s a part of the package.”

My erection pressed into her belly and her eyes widened, but she said, “Josie is…the sweetest, and she’s practically family already, Jacob. I can’t believe I didn’t see the resemblance before and I love Josie and package deals-”

I shut her up before she could say another word, my mouth claiming hers, Swallowing her soft moans as she arched her back, her softness against my growing dick. “Wait, are we catching feels?”

I growled. “Too late. I’ve been caught. And I want-”

“To stuff my stocking?” she teased.

I lifted her up. “I want to fill you with my cum until you can’t move, over and over. Make every inch of you mine. And make sure everyone knows it. From here on out. baby.”

She mewled, and my hands went under her ass, legs wrapped around my waist, my dick pressed against her core, hot and I was so fucking sure wet, beneath her leggings. Lips and teeth crashing until I laid her out on the couch. With rough hands, I yanked her leggings off, and growled when I saw the thin scrap of purple that covered her pussy.

Her eyes, heated with desire, stayed on mine as I slid them down her legs. The sweater she wore tore over head and off as she laid back down in only her bra. That matched the thing I’d just stuffed in my pocket. Her curves. Her skin. I kissed down one leg then up the other. “I love you in Revenge colors, baby.”

“Jacob,” she moaned.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Ready for my cock and I haven’t even touched you yet. Tasted you.” I bent down over her, breathing her in, nuzzled her soft curls, then finally licked along her core. Back arched, I spread her legs and delved into her, starving after only one taste.

Sloan squirmed on the couch and I reached up, pushing the bra up over her full tits. God, she was all curves in all the right places and even better than the times I’d fantasized about doing exactly this all these weeks.

“Jacob,” she pleaded.

One finger, then two, stretching her, wet and swollen. I bit on her clit, just enough, and she thrashed her head side to side, her inner walls clenching. My fingers curled, and she gasped and made the most fucking sexy noises I’d ever heard as she came all over my beard.

And I licked up every fucking drop. “Mine,” I growled. Then, I shucked off my jeans, along with the rest of my clothes. My eyes went around the room, searching. “There has to be condoms if this is the honeymoon suite,” I muttered as she watched me, eyes on my cock.

“I’m not sure they’d be big enough,” she squeaked, still blissed out. “And I seem to recall something about your cum being inside me.”

Fuck. Me.

“Are you sure, baby?”

She nodded, needy and wanton.

“Say it. Tell me you want me fuck you bare. Raw. Come inside that sweet pussy I stretched with my cock. Say it, Sloan.” I fisted my cock as she watched, fascinated. “Be a dirty girl for me and I’ll fuck you so good, fill you with my cum, and make you beg for more.”

She licked her lips. “Please, Jacob, fuck me bare and fill me with your cum. Please?”

I smirked as I knelt between her thighs. “No more fake boyfriend, Sloan. Once this pussy is mine? It’s all real.” Her eyes widened as I lined up my thick cock at her entrance. I eased in inch by inch, stretching her until her eyes rolled back. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Such a dirty girl, taking all my thick cock in your sweet little pussy.” Hips wiggled as she tried to get me all the way in. “You want it all, baby?” She nodded, unable to say a word. I thrust in as she gasped, her wetness coating me as I pumped in and out, giving her time to adjust.

“Jacob,” she whimpered.

And then I lost all control, pounding into her. I reached in between our bodies and found her clit, pressing and circling it, each thrust faster and harder than the last until a slick sheen of sweat coated our bodies. Her inner walls clenched. “That’s it, baby, choke my cock. FUUUUUCCCCKKK.”

I came hard as she let out a gasp and trembled over and over, shooting thick ropes of cum into her pussy, filling her and marking her as mine.

No more faking.

“I have an entirely new appreciation for Mistletoe,” she giggled. “And the fake dating trope.”