7. Savannah

7

SAVANNAH

Graham pulls into his driveway, and I’m blown away by the house that sits before us. “Wow!” I exclaim.

He stops, and we both take in the picture-perfect house. It’s one you see in a magazine spread to show off an architect or builder’s accomplishments. I knew when he pulled into the neighborhood that his house would be impressive, but I didn’t expect this.

“Do you live here alone?” I finally ask.

“Yep. I know it is a little overkill for just me, but it’s an investment. I also wanted a home, not just a condo with my neighbors on the other side of the wall. Once I hit my thirties, I was ready for some privacy. Ready to go inside? I’ll give you the tour,” he offers.

He pulls into the open garage, and I notice two other vehicles parked. My mind is still trying to wrap itself around the kind of wealth Graham has to own all of this.

“After you,” he says as he opens the door that leads us inside. Once we’ve cleared the door, he quickly disables his alarm and leads me farther into the house. We pass a room the size of my living room that appears to be the laundry room and mudroom. I’m sure that would be extremely nice for a family with kids. Having a place to keep everyone’s shoes and coats as soon as they come inside.

The hallway opens up to a large kitchen. The room is gorgeous, and I could only dream of having a kitchen this nice. The expensive brand of appliances are sleek and look like they’ve hardly been used. “Do you ever use your kitchen to actually cook?” I ask as I spin around slowly, taking in the entire room.

“Sometimes, but most of the time, I’m just reheating a meal. I do, however, use the grill outside often.”

“Sounds like Lucas,” I muse.

Graham opens a door, and a light comes on. He shows off the huge walk-in pantry. It is mostly empty, but I swear I could fit my kitchen and dining area inside this one space. “I know it is kind of empty, but it’s just me, so no need to fill it with food that I can’t or won’t eat fast enough,” he states before showing me around yet another corner to the butler’s pantry.

My chin about hits the floor at this space. It has a few more appliances, as well as a counter with an air fryer, toaster oven, microwave, and one of those countertop nugget ice makers that I’ve lusted over forever. I swear they make the best ice ever. “I’m so jealous,” I say as I walk over and rub a hand over the appliance. I’ve wanted one of these forever, just never could justify the cost, nor do I have a place to keep one.”

“It is pretty nice,” Graham agrees. “Do you want a cup to fill up and bring with us on the tour?” he offers.

“Heck yes,” I say. He opens a cabinet, pulls out a Stanley tumbler, and hands it to me. I fill the cup up to the very top, snagging a few pieces off the top to munch on.

“Ready to see the rest of the downstairs?” he asks.

“Show me the way,” I say, and then follow him out of the butler’s pantry. We finish the downstairs, which has the formal dining room, living room, and a small multipurpose room near the front that sits empty but could easily be a home office or sitting room, depending on the furniture put in the room.

We head upstairs, and he shows me the three smaller bedrooms, all filled with king-sized beds, sets of nightstands, and all having their own en suite bathrooms. The final room we visit upstairs is the primary suite. This room, much like the other rooms in the house, is large and elaborate. His king-sized bed looks small in the room. He has a massive TV mounted to the wall across from the bed. The en suite bathroom is right out of my dreams. The large shower has multiple showerhead options on two walls, along with a rain shower hanging from the ceiling. It has a built-in bench on one end and built-in cubbies for all your products. Outside the shower, next to a large window that overlooks the backyard, is a large, jetted soaking tub calling my name.

“This bathroom is what dreams are made of,” I tell him as I take in the dual vanities, one with a built-in makeup station fitted with a large lighted mirror and everything a woman could want for getting ready.

“It’s alright,” he jokes. “I make it work.”

“Har har, someone has jokes,” I tease him as we make our way out of the primary suite and back downstairs.

“Next is the basement,” he says as he opens another door that exposes a staircase.

“Is that where your red room is?” I ask, quirking a brow in question.

“No, but should I have one installed?” he quips right back.

I swallow hard, just thinking of what it would be like to be in a room like that with him. Memories of him calling me a good girl last night come flooding back, making my center pulse with desire.

“Move, Savannah,” Graham tells me, his voice all dark and gravelly.

I turn and walk down the steps, holding the railing so I don’t lose my footing and go tumbling down the flight of stairs.

The basement boasts a couple more rooms; one is a full-on home gym filled with weight racks and exercise machines. I’d never need to step foot inside a gym ever again with a room like this in my house.

“Do you work out at home often?” I ask as I take in all the equipment.

“On off days, I’ll usually come down and do something. I don’t like to miss out on days. My muscles get tight, which leads to injuries. Another reminder that I’m old for a hockey player, and it takes a lot to keep me game ready. I also use it whenever I’m here in the offseason.”

“That makes sense. You just have a lot of equipment for the occasional use.”

“I like to have options, so a full setup was necessary. Plus, I have the room and the money to make it happen.”

“Makes sense. Do you think you’ll stay here in Austin once you retire?”

“Haven’t decided yet. I’ve really come to love the area. I have good friends here, but guys move all the time. I think it will really come down to other influences when that time comes.”

“I can understand that.”

“I have one last room to show you, then we can head upstairs and make some dinner,” Graham says as he leads me out of the gym and down the hall. He opens the door, and I step into the dimly lit room. The walls are all covered in a deep color, making the room appear to be even darker than it really is. A projection screen covers the far wall, and multiple rows of huge recliners fill the room, all staggered with the ones farther back on raised platforms so they can see over the chairs in front.

“Holy shit, you have your own movie theater?”

“Kind of. I can’t get movies that are currently in the theater. It is just hooked up to a DVD player and all the streaming options I have,” he explains.

“All you’re missing is a popcorn machine, soda machine, and candy dispenser,” I tease.

Graham walks over and opens a door I didn’t notice. “Your wish is my command,” he says, motioning for me to step foot through the door. I do and can’t help but laugh. On one wall is a small desk with some electronics, probably what controls the projector and screen. The other wall has a large popcorn machine, a fountain pop machine, and a basket of candy. There is also a beer fridge with a glass door that shows off a fully stocked fridge with everything from beer to bottled water.

“You’ve really thought of everything, huh?”

“The guys like to come over when we’ve got some downtime. We watch movies but also like to hang out in here playing video games. Having drinks and snacks close by makes it convenient.”

“What it must be like to be rich,” I tease.

“Nothing wrong with splurging a little bit,” he argues.

“I love that this is a splurge to you. The average person is out there deciding whether they should splurge on necessities or not. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t have nice things or special things. I just like to keep things in perspective, as well.”

“I know how blessed I am, and I don’t ever take that for granted. I make it a priority to give back and donate to good causes.”

“I’m glad to hear that. I never would have thought differently of you.”

“Thank you,” he says. We head back upstairs, and Graham goes for the fridge. “Your options to choose from are a teriyaki chicken bowl with stir-fry noodles and vegetables, short ribs with grilled carrots and baby potatoes, or honey-glazed pork chop with fried rice.”

“They all sound amazing. What one is your favorite?” I ask.

“The chicken and short ribs are a close tie. The pork chop was a new option this week, so I haven’t tried it yet.”

“The chicken sounds good. I’ll go with that one.”

He pulls out two containers and removes the lids before taking them into the butler’s pantry to heat in the microwave.

“Do you want anything to drink to go along with your ice chips?”

“Yes, please. What are my options?” I ask.

“Between the kitchen fridge and the one down in the den, I could probably come up with any drink you want.”

“I’d settle for a Sprite, if you have one.”

“Your wish is my command.” He winks and heads back into the pantry. He returns with the two containers of food that look to be piping hot, based on the steam rising from both of them. He also has a can of Sprite and a glass of ice water on the tray he’s using to carry everything.

“Can I help with anything?” I offer.

“Just pick a seat at either the island or the table.” He nods to both options. I quickly take a seat at the table, and he sets the tray down and passes out the items on it, along with silverware for both of us. He takes the seat next to me, and we both dig in to our food.

“Oh my god,” I moan between bites. “This is so much better than I was expecting.”

“Right? I don’t know how they do it, but I can’t get over how good the meals are each week.”

“You said earlier that you leave tomorrow morning. What all happens on a road trip? Do you have free time, or do they plan stuff for the entire day?”

“It kind of depends on the road trip. Since this is one of our longer ones, we will have off days and travel days. We fly out tomorrow but don’t play until the next day. We are starting in Vegas, so once we arrive, we’ll go to the rink to get in an easy skate or light practice. It helps to get the legs moving after flying. That is usually capped at an hour, maybe ninety minutes. Then it is to the hotel. The team handles catering our meals, for the most part. Sometimes we go out to dinner at a nice steak house, which usually happens in Vegas. Then it is early to bed and up for our morning skate or working with the medical staff if you have any injuries or whatnot. We go back to the hotel for our lunch and afternoon naps, then back to the rink in the late afternoon.

“For a seven p.m. game, we are usually at the rink no later than four p.m., sometimes three thirty. From there, it is getting loosened up, and some guys will eat another meal. Others get a massage or do a light workout. It just kind of depends on what you need to be game ready. Then it is warm-ups and game time. When we finish our game with Vegas, we’ll head straight to the airport and fly to Seattle. We have a day off, so it will be like tomorrow where we have some optional skate and rest time. After the game versus Seattle, we fly right up to Vancouver but play them the very next night, so we will have our game day schedule. Then we’re off to Southern California, where we play LA and Anaheim back-to-back nights before we return home. Once we’re home, Coach usually gives us a day or two off, depending on when our next game is after returning.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“It can be, but it’s how it goes.”

“At least you get to fly private. I imagine the planes are a little more comfortable than commercial flights.”

“Just a bit.” He smirks and holds up his fingers with a small space between his thumb and pointer finger.

“Do fans bother you guys while on the road?”

“Sometimes, but usually, it’s just people looking for autographs. They learn what hotels we stay at, since it is usually the same one in each city. Occasionally, we’ll get women trying to sneak onto our floors, but the hotels are good about posting security just off the elevators, along with putting us on a floor that requires a key to access it. Even if we don’t take up all the rooms on that floor, they won’t allow anyone else to be booked on that level.”

“Do you have to share rooms with a teammate?”

“Not anymore. It was a thing early in my career. Anyone on a rookie contract had to share a room, but they changed the rules a few years back.”

“I would think that would be kind of strange. People need a space they can get away from everyone else for a little bit.”

“It was strange the first season, but I quickly adjusted. Now I don’t think I could go back. Like you said, it is nice to have a quiet space I can get away from the hustle and bustle and decompress. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hanging out with my teammates immensely, but sometimes I just need some time to myself.”

“Do guys ever take women back to their hotel rooms, or is that mostly just fake rumors?”

“Does it happen? Yes. But I wouldn’t say it’s a nightly occurrence. There’s always the playboy on every team, but most guys are more focused on playing hockey than finding a puck bunny to take back to their room.”

“Puck bunny?” I laugh. “Is that what they’re called?”

“Yep, in hockey, at least. I’ve told you all about road trips. Tell me what you have coming up at work.”

“Just the normal. Math, reading, science, history. It’s second grade, so nothing too crazy.”

“Do you ever get to take your class on field trips?” he asks.

“Yes! Every spring, the performing arts center has some kid shows, and a few of them have interpreters set up. My kids love getting to go each year.”

“Is that the only one you get to do?”

“It just depends on the year. Sometimes we go other places, but it can be hard with the funding.”

“What does a field trip cost?”

I blow out a breath, thinking over his question. “That depends on where we are going and if there is an admission cost. Our PTA provides a bus for each class for one trip per school year. Any others we’d also have to cover the cost of the bus, which is a few hundred dollars round trip, as long as we don’t go more than forty miles. I use the PTA bus for the play each spring.”

“If you could take your kids anywhere, where would you go?” he asks.

“The zoo. They love animals, and it would be so neat to give them that experience. It is probably somewhere between twenty and twenty-five dollars per student with the bus included, which can be out of reach for some of my families, so it would be hard to pull off without some kind of special funding.”

“I’ll pay for it,” Graham says. “Set it all up, and I’ll cover the cost of all of it.”

“I could never ask you to do that,” I say, a little shocked at his offer.

“You didn’t ask, and I’m offering. It will be, what, a few hundred, at most? Even if it was a thousand dollars, my offer still stands. Can you fit more than one class on a bus?”

“Absolutely we can. I only have fifteen students, and a bus holds around forty people.”

“Then invite a few other teachers to bring their students. Might as well fill up all the seats on the bus if it means a fun day at the zoo for more kids.”

I quickly stand and wrap my arms around Graham. His generosity is astounding and has me all up in my feels. “Are you positive?” I ask. The excitement of planning this trip has me all giddy inside and ready to run to my computer and start researching open dates. I’m mentally calculating what classes could go, and we can fit second- and third-grade classes on one bus.

“One hundred percent sure,” he says as he tucks a lock of my hair behind one ear. “I’ll give you my credit card information, and you can just charge everything to that.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I whisper, still a bit shocked at his offer.

“You don’t need to say anything other than thank you.”

“I could never repay you,” I tell him as I chew on my bottom lip.

“I’d never accept your money,” he says, and his eyes fall to my lips. “But if you feel the need to settle the debt, I can think of other ways you could settle up.” He pulls me onto his lap, and there is no way I can miss how hard his cock is as I sit on his legs. Graham tugs me into a searing kiss that has me ready for him to be inside me this very instant.

I tug at his shirt, hoping to tug it free so I can pull it off him. He pulls back from the kiss and rips his shirt off over his head. “Is that what you wanted?” He smirks. “How about you strip naked and let me feast on your fine-as-hell body?”

“O-okay.” I nod as he helps me stand. “Right here?” I look around, not really sure if he wants to move this to his bedroom.

“Right here. I want to spread you out on this table and have my second meal of the night.” He winks at me as he stands and drops his pants and boxer briefs. He palms his cock, stroking the long thick shaft from root to tip. “You aren’t going to keep me waiting, are you?” he asks, and I jump into action, stripping out of my clothes. I feel a little exposed, not because I’m standing naked in front of him, but because I’m doing so in the dining room of his house.

“Lie down, right there.” He points to the other end of the long table, which is empty.

I do as he says, lying back on the table. It feels strange, yet exhilarating at the same time. “Good girl,” Graham praises as he closes in on me. His hand wraps around one of my ankles as he tugs me until my ass is at the edge of the table. He sits on one of the chairs, then tosses my feet over his shoulders. “I’m going to devour you,” he says as he runs a fingertip down my center. The light touch has my nerves on edge, waiting for his next move. “You like that?” he asks as I moan and squirm.

“Yes, more,” I manage to tell him.

“Your wish is my command,” he says before he dives in and licks his way from my entrance to my clit. The way he spreads me open and focuses on my clit has my back coming off the table as the orgasm quickly rips through my body. “That’s one.” He smiles against my skin as he sinks two fingers inside me. I can feel my body pulse around him as he finds my sweet spot. “How many do you think you can give me tonight?” he asks as he swirls his thumb around my very sensitive clit.

“I don’t know,” I say as I feel my next orgasm already building.

“I’m going to make you come so many times tonight, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I don’t know what it is about his dirty promises, but I swear they’re my kryptonite. He does as he promised and feasts on me for what feels like hours. Eventually, he carries me to his bedroom and lays me out on the bed.

“Where’d you go?” I call out when I realize he hasn’t joined me on the bed.

“To get some supplies.” I feel something hit the bed and look over to find a bottle of lube, a rose-looking toy, and a box of condoms.

“I don’t think I can take much more,” I warn him, a little scared of what he has in mind with the items.

Graham smirks. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t hurt you. And if anything is too much, we’ll stop.”

“I trust you,” I say, hoping he knows that, especially after the past twenty-four hours.

“Bring that pretty little mouth over here,” he demands as he strokes his cock. It is thick, and I can see a few beads of pre-cum on his tip. I move closer to the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around the base of his shaft as I slide the tip along my lips. I lick around the crown before sucking him deep into my throat.

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven,” he says as I suck and lap at his hard cock. I hear the hum of the vibrator turn on, and moments later, I moan around his cock when the sucking device lands on my clit.

“Ahh,” I cry out at the sensation. Graham holds it in place as he starts to slowly pump his hips back and forth, fucking my mouth as he makes me come from the vibrator.

Before I know what’s happening, Graham has me turned with my ass on the edge of the bed and my feet on his shoulders as he slides his cock inside my pussy. My orgasm continues to pulse through me as he starts to pound his hips at a punishing pace. “That’s it, baby, take my cock like the good girl you are. Make me come inside you,” he says as he holds my hips and thrusts. I can see the sweat beading along his hairline and the veins in his neck bulging as he chases his own orgasm. I reach up and tweak his nipples, and that must have been the nudge off the cliff as he slams into me one last time before I can feel him come. The intensity of his release has me worried the condom won’t hold up.

Graham pushes up and kisses me so tenderly. “Are you good?” he asks, cradling my face in his large hands.

“I probably won’t be able to walk, but I’m great. Never been better,” I say.

He stands and pulls out of me. I watch as he removes the condom, thankful that it held up and didn’t break.