21. Emma

Chapter 21

Emma

T hings settle down remarkably quickly after the impromptu press conference at The Lamb. The Warriors take the news of Taran's arrival in stride, and soon, it is Tuesday, the day of the sexy hockey players' calendar photo shoot.

"So," Taran murmurs in my ear as we head into the arena. "Do I get to pose too?"

"Why not?" I reply, leaning into him as he wraps his arm around me. "You will be part of the team, after all."

He grins. "So how is this mid-year calendar thing supposed to work?"

"Well," I say. "I'm glad you asked. It will run from next month for twelve months and will include all the major dates for Warriors games and other events we've got lined up."

"Sounds good. Where do you want me?"

"Go find the photographer, Rebecca and ask her. She's in charge."

He nods and ambles off, looking excited about the prospect of stripping down for this.

Lachlan comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck. "Missed you last night."

"Missed you too."

He grabs my hand and leads me up the steps to the VIP seating box high up in the stands.

"What are we doing?"

"Shh," he murmurs and turns me to face the ice, placing my hands on the edge of the box.

He moves behind me and lifts my light summer dress over my hips, pulling my knickers aside.

"Lach…"

"Shh," he whispers again. "Look out over your kingdom while I fuck you so hard, knowing you can't make a single sound."

"Mmph," I whimper.

"You like this, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I bite down on my lip to stifle a moan as he enters me slowly. The combination of pleasure and the risk of being caught makes my heart race. I clench around him, feeling every inch.

"Just... don't... make me scream," I gasp out between breaths.

He thrusts harder, moving with such force that I can barely hold myself together. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding me back onto him. Each movement sends waves of pleasure rippling through me.

Down below, the players are oblivious, preparing for their shoots. I'm half expecting someone to glance up at any moment.

"Lachlan..."

"Good girl," he growls into my ear.

My gaze drifts over the arena, hooded with bliss, and I gasp when I feel my clit twitch. The activity down below, while we are up here engaging in this hot as fuck sex, is a massive turn-on. Maybe Taran will get his wish after all.

Lachlan pumps into me harder. My hands grip the side of the box tightly as I keep my knees from buckling under the pleasure overload.

"Play with your clit, baby girl," Lachlan murmurs.

"Ah," I cry out softly as I move my fingers to where he wants them, rubbing slow circles at first, then faster as I feel the pleasure building. Lachlan's pace becomes relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Emma," he groans. "You're so tight."

"Don't stop," I pant, my body trembling.

His hands snake around me, one tugging at my nipple through my dress while the other slides down to help with my clit. The dual sensations are too much, and I lose myself in the pleasure, riding the orgasm that crashes over me.

I bite down on my lip to stifle a scream as waves of euphoria wash over me. Lachlan grunts behind me, thrusting a few more times before he buries himself deep, unloading into me as his cock jerks wildly in my pussy.

He pulls out gently and lowers my dress back into place. "I missed you," he whispers against my neck. "Don't make me be apart from you again, baby girl."

I look up at him, puzzled by his words, but he isn't looking at me.

We quickly straighten ourselves up, making sure no evidence of our escapade remains. As we head back down to the arena floor, Taran catches sight of us and walks over, a cheeky grin on his face.

"What were you two up to up there?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing much," I smile shyly.

"Not fair, princess. That was my fantasy."

"No, yours was in a place where people would see us."

"And, are you getting closer to agreeing to that?"

"Maybe."

He laughs. "Well, Rebecca says I'm up next for the shoot. Any suggestions for my pose?"

"Just be yourself," Lachlan chimes in "A massive cock."

I burst out laughing at the banter and turn into Lachlan. "Love you," I murmur and watch for his reaction.

"Love you too, Emma," he whispers back with a slow smile.