Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

EDEN

"Going out?" Brock looked me up and down, taking in my short skirt and white boob tube that showed off a decent amount of cleavage.

"I have a date." I shrugged into a leather jacket and grabbed my bag. Kage said he'd pick me up. According to the clock on my phone, he'd be here in a couple of minutes, if he was on time. I suspected he was the punctual type, but time would tell. For all I knew, he'd turn up an hour late.

"With Mitch and Jagger?" Brock asked.

"No, I'm going out with Kage," I replied lightly.

Brock's eyes narrowed in surprise. "The Ghouls' coach? When did that happen?"

"This morning." Honestly, I wasn't sure how much to tell him. How exactly did someone broach the subject of dating multiple men? I still hadn't resolved the issue of Brock being my former stepfather, much less confidante.

Welcome to Complicatedville. Population: me.

"I see." He nodded slowly, but his expression was guarded. "What about the other two?"

"I'm seeing them on Friday night," I replied, more easily than I felt. "We're all taking things casually for a while. You know, testing the waters."

"I see," he said again. He looked me straight in the eyes and took my bag out of my hand. He placed it down on the countertop and grabbed my wrists. He pushed me a couple of steps until my back was pressed against the wall.

"Are you going to fuck him?" His body was hard against mine.

I swallowed. "I don't know. Maybe."

"Maybe," he echoed. He pressed one hand to the wall beside my face and slipped the other down my hip and between my thighs. "You're going to let him fuck this?"

I gasped as he grazed his fingers across the gusset of my panties. "I don't know." I was wet as hell, my body throbbing for more. Without thinking, I moved my hips, rubbing my pussy against his hand.

"You like that, hmmm?" he said, his voice deep, husky. "You want me to touch you? You want me to get you off?"

I moaned softly. How should I respond to that? I decided to go with honesty.

"Yes."

That was all he needed. He yanked my panties aside and plunged two of his fingers straight into my wet heat.

I gasped at the suddenness of his penetration, but then I was riding his hand, his heel rubbing against my clit.

"Fuck," he whispered. "I've waited so long to touch your beautiful pussy. Too fucking long. This right here, you, your pussy, you belong to me. Mine. I don't care who else you fuck, as long as you don’t forget you'll always be mine."

His words made me hotter and hotter, blood pounding through my body.

"Tonight, I fuck you with my hand," he said. "Next time I'm going to fuck you with my mouth. Then I'm going to pound my cock into your pussy like I've always fantasised about. On the kitchen counter, over the table, in my bed. On the couch, in the shower, everywhere. I'm going to fuck you every way I've dreamt of fucking you for all these years. And you're going to take everything I give you."

I groaned. "Yes. Yes, I want all of that." I wanted to live out every single one of his fantasies, however filthy they might be. I'd let him have me any way he wanted me. I was done holding back because of other people. It was time for me to live my life, and enjoy every moment of it, with every man who wanted me as much as I wanted them.

I pressed my hand between us and over the front of his jeans. His erection was thick and hard against the cotton fabric.

"Not yet." He pushed my hand away. "You'll get my cock when I'm ready to give it to you. I'm going to make you come. When you go on your date tonight, you'll still be wet from my hand. When he slides his cock into your pussy, you'll know it was me who made you so slick. Bring him back here, so I can hear him fuck you."

"Okay," I whispered. I was so close. Hovering right on the edge of the precipice, ready to jump all the way over.

He tugged down the front of my top and the cup of my bra and leaned down to suck my nipple between his lips. His teeth grazed my sensitive skin, making me moan again.

He worked me harder with his fingers, driving me closer and closer until I finally came, crying out and grinding myself against his hand.

"Fuck, yeah, that's my slut," he groaned. "That's it, doing exactly what I told you to do." He wrapped a hand around my throat. "That's what you're going to keep doing. What I tell you to do. Understood?"

I was quivering when I nodded.

"Out loud," he insisted.

"I understand," I managed to say. "I'm going to obey you."

"Yes, you are, because you're my slut." He squeezed my throat more tightly before slipping his fingers out of me and pressing them between my lips. "Taste yourself."

I sucked my release from his fingers while my pulse finally started to slow down. His skin was salty and sweet at the same time. Warm, but rough.

"That's my girl," he said. "I'll be waiting for you to bring Kage home. You're going to spread your legs for him like the slut you are and scream out for me to hear."

"I will," I assured him. I wanted that.

I wanted it very much.

"You look a little flustered," Kage said when I answered the door. "Fucking gorgeous, but flustered."

"I'm excited," I said honestly. "Where are we going?"

He gave me a cagey look. "Wait and see. Do you trust me?"

I looked at him sideways, teasingly. "I don't know, should I?"

He grinned. "Definitely. I'm very trustworthy." He leaned over to graze his lips over my cheek, then took my hand and led me to his car, a dark blue Mercedes that looked relatively new.

I remembered he was a professional hockey player in Canada before he became a coach. He would have made a decent living up there.

He opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to climb inside.

I gave him the obligatory, ‘I can open my own door’ glance, but nodded my thanks and sat, careful to give him a glimpse of my dark red G string.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and eyes widened before he closed the door behind me and stepped around to the driver's side.

We sang along—him well, me badly—to Wolf Venom, before we pulled up outside a small restaurant on the edge of town.

"Do you like Italian?" Kage asked.

"I love Italian," I said. "Pizza, pasta, gelato. What's not to love?"

"My thinking exactly." He hopped out and hurried around to open my door.

I gave him another reproachful glance before sliding out of the car and taking his arm.

"This place hasn't been open long, and I've been wanting to try it," he said.

"One of the best things about the Ghouls going pro, and the town growing, is the increase of amazing restaurants in Opal Springs," I said.

Inside the restaurant was toasty warm, a delicious contrast from the cold evening. Several tables were spread out across a wide room, each with a red tablecloth and a candle flickering in the centre.

"Very romantic," I said.

"I figured you deserved a bit of romance." He nodded to the ma?tre d’, who led us to a table in the corner and handed us our menus.

"I don't know about deserved," I said. Thinking about Brock pressing me up against the door and calling me a slut, made me wonder if a quick hamburger might be more appropriate.

"Definitely deserved," Kage said. "A beautiful woman should have beautiful surroundings. And fine food."

"And pleasant company," I said.

He clicked his tongue. "Shame you're stuck with me then." His eyes shone with humour.

I laughed. "Who says you're not pleasant?"

"Usually, at the end of a long training session, the guys would agree that I'm not," he said. "And all of my exes." He leaned forward and said, "I try not to be too pleasant in the bedroom. It's not the place for politeness, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do," I agreed, my face flushed again. "As it happens, I've always preferred dirty to nice." After all, I was sitting here in damp panties.

"I knew you were my kind of woman," Kage said. "That's exactly what I like, too. I look forward to showing you." His eyes glowed in the light of the candle.

"I look forward to it too." I worried my lip with my teeth and scanned the menu. "Everything sounds so good. How am I supposed to choose?"

"Why choose?" he said lightly. "Let's pick a couple of different things and share."

"You don't mind sharing?" I asked, not only referring to dinner.

"I'm the middle child of five," he said. "I could share before I could walk. Since I'm older now, I make a point of only sharing when it matters. Only the important, special things."

"Like Italian food," I said.

He laughed. "That too. Life is too short to miss out on the things you want." His gaze was firmly locked on me. "I have a confession to make. I was hoping you'd become available. I wasn't going to muscle in on Mitch and Jagger's territory, but I've been interested in you for a while. I saw you keeping your distance from them this morning and took that as an opportunity."

"Would you have preferred they weren't involved?" I asked, hoping for an honest answer.

He considered for a moment. "I'm man enough to admit that I wouldn't have minded having you to myself. But I can handle whatever situation gets thrown at us."

"We're an us already?" I asked.

He gave me a lopsided smile. "Sure we are. And if we aren't now, we will be soon. I'm not going to leave you waiting to find out how I feel. Like I told the guys, I want to get to know you. I want to see where this leads. And, yes, I want very much to fuck you."

"That's very forward of you," I said. "I appreciate that. I'm done with guessing. I want to know exactly where I stand." If he could give me that, then maybe something would grow from this.

"Then that's what you'll get from me," he said. "And if you ever feel like I'm not giving you enough, you only have to tell me. I'll come right out and fill you in. But I meant what I said in the rink. Once I fuck you, you'll never be able to forget me. I'm going to make you mine."

"You seem very sure of that," I said. My pulse was racing like a runaway train. The high-speed magnetic kind that travelled between cities in a matter of minutes.

"I know what I want and I go after it," he said. "Sometimes I have to wait for the right opportunity, but it comes along sooner or later. And for us, it did. I'm going to show you that, if you give me a chance." He didn't look like he was giving me much of a choice. His confidence was captivating.

I couldn't help asking, "What if I don't?" I cocked my head at him and gave him a challenging look. He was cocky, and I wasn't letting him get off too easily.

He pressed his lips together and rolled them a couple of times. "Then I'll have to work harder. No one has ever said I give up on something I want, because I don't. I haven't yet and I don't intend to start now."

"And, what happens if you decide you don't like me as much as you thought you would?" I asked. There was always that possibility. Wanting to fuck each other, and getting along in a committed relationship, were two different things. We might have nothing in common.

"Not gonna happen," he said with confidence. "I'm a good judge of character. Besides, I've always had a thing for women with purple hair."

"What if I change my hair colour?" I asked. "I might decide to go pink."

"I like pink too," he said. "And green, and blue, and natural. Whatever hair colour you choose, it’ll look perfect wrapped around my fist."