Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

Elliot

Alex helped win the game with a shutout.

He let not one of the thirty-one shots get past him.

His sixth shutout this season and his first for the Bears.

To me, it's a huge middle finger to my peepaw.

And he knew it.

While he was happy with the win, he was pacing holes in the floor of the box. Chancing glances at me and waiting for me to meet his gaze. I didn't say a word to him as we stood together in his box. He tried to speak to me, but I refused because I didn't feel like I could keep my cool. I felt anxious and so damn pissed that he said I couldn't be with Alex and be with the organization. Ever since he made a mess of Austen's position way back when, the rules about fraternizing with players were taken out of the handbook. How dare my peepaw think he can throw that in my face and it would stick. Even if I weren't pregnant with Alex's child, I still wouldn't have conceded to his wishes.

I felt a certain level of rage hit me when he said Alex would make a fool of me. It made no sense to me. For one, no one makes a fool of me, excluding my brain, and two, Alex wouldn't do that. He respects my position, supports it, and always has an idea or two for me to consider. When we were hooking up before he left, he used to send me inspiration ideas and posts of what other teams across the hockey community were doing. Just as I support him, he does the same for me, and there would be no him making a fool of me.

Or I of him.

While the guilt of keeping my pregnancy from my peepaw really did bother me before, now I'm glad I waited to tell him. Peepaw looked so stricken, so disgusted even, and I don't understand that. I have two sisters who are engaged and one who is married. Surely he knows they'll be popping kids out soon. Yeah, I skipped the engaged and married part, but if he thinks I can't handle this or be a good mom, then I don't know if I want him in my life. I have enough self-doubt coming from myself; I don't need it from anyone else.

I lie in Alex's hotel bed, waiting for him to come back. I captured the bare minimum of footage because I didn't want to be there anymore, and I tasked Bradley with doing postgame videos. I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. I lie in only panties and a bra because I'm hot and I'm annoyed. While I'm trying to edit one of my latest videos, my group chat with my sisters is going crazy.

Clara: He didn't.

Louisa: I can't believe him!

Austen: Been there, done that. I'd assumed he learned his lesson.

Me: News flash. He hasn't.

Louisa: Want me to call him?

Austen: Are you okay?

Clara: I can put some flaming dog shit on the front porch.

As everyone laughs at Clara's crazy antics, I want to ignore them. Instead, I type a quick message.

Me: I'm fine, just annoyed and really hot. I'm lying down. I'm going to try to fall asleep.

They all love my message and wish me goodnight as I go back to editing my video. When I can't look at the video any longer, I check the time and furrow my brow. Where is Alex?

I'm just about to text him, when the door opens. I sit up to watch as he comes through the door, throwing his toiletries bag to the side and toeing out of his shoes as he leans back to look at me. A full grin moves across his lips. "Hey, what are you doing up?"

He doesn't remove his jacket or anything as he comes toward me, looking like an angel of darkness. Just missing the wings.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

"I was waiting for you."

I watch as Alex's eyes trail along my body, heat deep in his gaze as he takes me in. He opens his suit jacket and then sits down as his hand disappears inside. I cock my head in confusion until he brings out a single rose. "I would have gotten you thirty-one to celebrate my shutout, but I didn't want people asking questions."

The flip-flopping in my stomach isn't from our child but from his intense look and the concern that is blazing in his gaze. I take the rose and smell it deeply. "Thank you, Alex."

He presses a hand to my bare stomach and strokes it with his thumb. "How'd it go with Peepaw ?"

The way he says our name for my grandfather makes me want to laugh. I don't know why he hates it so much, but I don't want to talk about my peepaw at this moment. "I didn't speak to him."

"Do you think that's wise?"

I shrug as I sigh, loving the way I feel under his touch. Calm falls over me as I allow myself to enjoy the stroke of his thumb. "I'll deal with him later. I didn't have it in me." His eyes stay on my face, watching and giving me the support I didn't realize I needed. "I hate that he said I couldn't work for the Bears and be with you."

"It's bullshit since you're the best thing to happen to them."

I smile a thanks and then look deeply into his eyes. "You were no help," I tease, and he feigns shock. "Didn't even try to break it to him slowly or with an ounce of finesse."

He gives me a saccharine smile that has me fighting to breathe. "When have I ever beat around any bush?" He slides his hand across my stomach, the same thumb that was stroking me sweetly hooking into the side of my panties. "When I want something, I own my need, don't I?" he asks before leaning forward and kissing the spot he exposed.

He pushes me to my back, and as he drags my panties down, he trails kisses along the flesh he reveals. "I wanted you after you eye-fucked me for an hour, and I told you, didn't I?" He kisses my skin, setting me on fire. "The only person I wanted to see when I came back was you, so I chased after you and made you go to dinner with me, right?" He licks along the curve of one of my knees, then the other one. "I make sure you know when I want your pretty pussy in my mouth, and have I ever been shy about it?" I squeeze my thighs together as his eyes meet mine. He brings my panties up to his nose, taking a deep sniff. "Always so wet for me." He licks the crotch of my panties, and my pussy weeps for him.

She's a horny little thing.

He kisses my shins, then both my knees, before trailing his tongue along my thighs, parting them with his big hands. He's still fully dressed, looking lethal in his black suit as his eyes devour me whole. He settles between my legs, his shoulders digging into the insides of my thighs as he slides his hands underneath me to grip my ass. I sit up so I can see him, and our eyes meet as the most sinful smirk pulls at his lips. "And when I knew I loved you, did I wait a long time to tell you?"

I slowly shake my head, breathing hard as that smirk morphs into a full-on grin. "So I guess, no, I don't have finesse. Do I need it?" He runs his tongue along my slit in such a slow and torturous way, my head falls back as I sigh. " Mami ?"

"Huh?" I ask as he licks me again.

"Do I need it?" he asks, his lips tickling my center.

"What?" I ask, lost in the mixture of licks and lips.

"Finesse. Do I need it?"

I shake my head. "No."

"Because you love my honesty, huh?"

This wicked man.

He curves his tongue inside me, but right as he's about to touch me in the spot I so desperately need him to, he pauses. "Right?"

"Yes," I moan out, my knuckles turning white from how tightly I'm holding the blankets between my fingers.

"That's right, mami ." His tongue curves around my throbbing clit, and a shiver runs through my body. My toes curl as he continues swirling the tip of his tongue along my nub with purpose. He pulls my ass cheeks apart, and I arch up into his mouth as the stretch has me crying out for him. His name falls from my lips in a hoarse curse, and he loves it. He slides his hand along the seam of my ass, and I buck against his mouth when his finger rubs over my back hole. He doesn't penetrate me, but he collects some of my wetness on his finger and slides it around the rim of my asshole, driving me crazy as he makes out with my pussy. I swear, he has the mouth of a god. He tongues my opening, my clit, my lips. He nibbles along my burning flesh, and he leaves soft kisses.

I love how he eats me out.

It's my favorite thing in the world.

Against my lips, he whispers, "You told me once I could be the first to play with your sweet, tight ass."

I groan loudly, overwhelmed by his tongue, his fingers, him. Alex. I'm dazed by him. "I did."

"Is today that day?" he asks, pressing against my back entrance but still not entering it. I want to, I think. But is it safe? "I Googled the other day, and as long as you don't have hemorrhoids, I can fill this sweet ass and make you come harder than ever."

I told myself not to fall for him.

News flash… He makes it really hard not to.

I mean, come on. Who Googles if they can play with my asshole while I'm pregnant?

Alejandro Cruz, that's who.

"I don't," I say softly, our eyes locking in pure passion. A wicked grin comes over his face, and I nod slowly. "Finger-fuck my ass, Alex."

His eyes widen, and he groans before pushing a single digit into me slowly, and the fullness is amazing. I hiss, but it turns into a cry when he draws my clit back into his mouth. He moves his finger in and out of my ass as he continues to suck me into oblivion. He groans against my clit, and the vibration has me bucking against his lips. "Fucking fuck, mami , I can't wait to get my cock in this ass. You are swallowing my finger deep. Your slutty ass is perfection."

I cry out again as heat and pleasure tickle my spine. Everything goes tight before I explode, screaming his name as I jerk beneath him. His mouth pauses, but his finger doesn't. He fucks me through my orgasm, and I'm basically limp beneath him. His chuckles rush over me as he rubs his mouth against my thigh then licks what is left behind. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, and I need him.

"Fuck me, Alex. Please."

"Oh mami , I fully intend to wreck your pussy after that."

He kisses one of my thighs, then the other, before kissing my pussy as he pulls his finger from my ass. I cry out at the loss of fullness before he hurries to the bathroom to wash his hands. He comes back, unfastening his pants, and I sit up on my knees to unbutton his shirt. In a rush, we get him naked before he pulls me to his chest, our mouths meeting in a brutal, teeth-knocking kiss. I taste myself on him, and I groan against his lips as he sucks my tongue into his mouth. Our need for each other is burning bright, and I can't get enough of his mouth. He cups my ass with one hand, his other tugging the bottom of my bra. I pull back and help him take it off before he takes my breast in his hand, twirling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My eyes drift shut as he kisses down my jaw, my throat, and back up.

Against my skin, he whispers, "I have two favorite things about you being pregnant."

I grin against his lips before he presses a kiss to my bottom lip. "They are?"

"I love how swollen and sensitive your tits are."

My snort turns to a breathy cry as he pinches my nipple, and his lips curve against mine. "And the other?"

"That you're carrying my child," he says, and before I can react, he takes my lips with his again. He curls his tongue along mine as my fingers get lost in his hair, gripping tightly as he plays with my nipples. We pull apart, both breathless, before he smacks my ass. "On your hands and knees, ass in the air, mami ."

I do as he asks with a little more eagerness than necessary, but I love the grin that fills his face as I wiggle my ass at him. "Like this?"

"Fucking fuck, yes, just like that." His knee lands on the bed as he runs his hand along the curve of my ass. "Do you know how fucking sexy you are, Elliot?" he asks while he glides his fingers through my wetness, dragging it to my back hole. "You have the perfect body, the best cunt, and the cutest fucking asshole."

I wiggle my ass once more just to tease him, and he groans loudly. He drops his head to my back, trailing his tongue along the ridges of my spine before taking a bite of my ass. I hiss, but then it turns to a moan when he runs his tongue over the spot he just bit. He captures my hips and pushes into me until he's settled deep inside. Our groans mingle as I squeeze him tightly internally. He mutters a curse before pulling out slowly and slamming back into me. My breasts jerk from the motion, my fingers bite into the bed, and I can feel him everywhere.

He fucks me slowly but hard at the same time. Each thrust is with purpose, and I feel the pleasure everywhere. He reaches up, taking my breast in his hand and twirling my nipple between his fingers as he holds my ass in his other hand. He continues to fuck me with such careful thrusts.

"Harder, Alex. Please," I beg, needing more.

"Impatient little thing," he tsks, and then he slaps my ass, hard. I gush around his cock. His chest rumbles as he does it again, and I cry out, squeezing his cock. "I can't with you. You are the best thing in my life, Elliot. I fucking swear it."

Before I can even form a thought, his finger is in my ass, and everything explodes. I cry out so loudly, I'm sure that someone will be knocking on the door to tell us to keep it down. But I don't care. I come so damn hard, I don't know where I am, who I am, or what just happened. I squeeze his cock again, and he groans as he starts to thrust inside me forcefully, just how I love it. He finger-fucks my ass with the same rhythm he does my pussy, and never in my life have I felt such pure and incredible pleasure.

I know it's Alex. Only him.

I feel when he is about to come. His thighs tremble, his fingers dig into the skin at my hip, and then he lets out the most glorious noise before thrusting deep inside me. His come hits me deep, filling me to the brim, and as he continues to fuck me, I feel it leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs, but he doesn't stop. He continues to finger-fuck my ass, and I lean my head on my arm, breathing hard as my heart goes crazy in my chest. He stills inside me. His breathing is ragged, deep, and I want more.

He rubs my hip as he removes his finger. He kisses my back, my shoulder, then my neck before whispering, "One second."

I don't move as he cleans us up and then gathers me in his arms. I press my face into his pecs, kissing the words along his chest as his nose gets lost in my hair. I close my eyes when he moves his hand down my ribs to my belly. He leaves it there as we both catch our breath. I can feel his breathing evening out and I know he's about to fall asleep, but I need him to know something.

It's hard to voice, but it needs to be said. "Thank you."

I feel him tense beneath me. "You're not thanking me for sex, are you? Because I think I should be thanking you. I haven't come like that in six months."

A grin pulls at my lips, but I shake my head. "No. Though, yeah, same. But anyway…" He laughs, and I smile. "Thank you for being there for me today."

I feel his heart pound in his chest as he gathers me closer to him. "I always will be," he says against my hair. "Even when you don't want me to be."

I want him there.

Really bad.

More than I want my next breath.