Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Alex

To my surprise, being back on the Bears' ice isn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be.

Everyone welcomes me with open arms and expresses how excited they are to have me back. I'm showered with praise for how I killed it in Nashville and how we're a sure win with me in goal. It feels good knowing that they feel how I do. Or everyone is laying it on thick to get me amped up to be back.

If it's the latter, it's working.

When I park Louisa's car, I send a silent prayer that she doesn't crash my car on her way in, and then I notice Coach McCoy and Mr. Davenport are waiting for me. Once I'm out of the car, Davenport is kissing my ass. Riggs just nods and agrees with a pleasant smile on his face that says he won't kiss my ass, but he is glad I am here.

He's my hero.

When it's just him and me—thankfully, Davenport got pulled away—Coach sighs deeply. "How ya feeling?" he asks with a voice tinged a bit with his Scottish brogue.

"Aye, right as rain, ya know," I say since I never pass up a chance to tease him.

Coach's brushy brows pull together as he glares, and I'm almost worried he's gonna kick my ass.

But he needs me in goal.

"I almost missed your little shit ass, but then I remembered how annoying you are." I grin at him as he clasps my shoulder. "You aren't beating yourself up, are you?"

"I am," I answer honestly, and he rolls his eyes in a dramatic fashion.

"Don't. This shows how strong you are mentally, and how you can play for anyone. I was the one to push for you to come back, because I feel you'll help us get the Cup."

Pride warms my chest. Unlike Coach Moore, Coach McCoy is more like a big brother than a father figure. He's a good dude, not much older than my eldest brother, and while I tease him all the damn time, I do like him a lot. "Thanks, Coach."

"Yeah, so stop making fun of my accent."

"Absolutely not."

"'Kay, amigo," he says with an awful Spanish flair.

So bad, I can't even be offended. I can only laugh.

He flashes me an all-teeth grin before smacking my back. "Go get changed. Your gear is set up in your locker, and the media department wants some shots." He points to the kid who has been following us and taking photos and video. He can't be a day out of high school, but he looks eager as fuck. Who is this kid, and where the hell is the person I wanna see?

Why is he doing her job?

I bring in my brows, hooking my thumb toward the kid. "Who's he?"

"Bradley, the social media intern."

Intern, but where is she? I know good and well she wouldn't let some kid do her job. This is her bread and butter; she is all about angles and the right footage. Does this kid know how to do that?

"Looking for your lass?"

I snort, side-eyeing Coach. I almost forgot he was the one to walk in on us.

In the broom closet.

I glance down the hall, where I know if I turn left at the second branch, the closet will be accessible on the left. A smirk moves across my lips before I run my hand down my face, unable to turn off that moment that is playing like a movie in my head.

Nine months ago…

I watch as Elliot comes out of the locker room, so engrossed in her phone that she doesn't see me or know I'm watching her. She has been driving me wild all day. A skintight sweaterdress hugs every bit of her body, her hair is in a high, sleek ponytail, and her lips are a dark maroon to match her dress. Her eyes are all-knowing, quick and lethal, just like that sensual mouth of hers.

She's stunning.

I lick my lips, excited to get just a taste. That's all I want. She won't be staying in the hotel with us for this road trip, so I have to get a taste. She'll be staying with her grandfather in another hotel, closer to his "favorite eating spots." I think he's catching on that she's shacking up with a player, not that either of us has given anyone any idea. And I won't since she's being all skittish about people knowing. She drives me damn crazy, but I love it. I love the secrecy; I love knowing she's only mine. Fuck if I don't want to taste every single inch of her body before I have to go a few days without it.

It's only been a couple weeks, but I'm catching feelings hard for a social media manager who doesn't want to be caught.

But I'm about to do just that.

When she's within reach, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her into the closet, shutting the door to contain her squeal of fear. She tries to get away from me, but I hold her tight, my lips coming to her ear. "Shh, mami . It's me."

She instantly relaxes in my arms, her chest rising and falling hard in my grip. "You scared the shit out of me!" she complains, smacking my arm.

I chuckle against her ear. "Ah, did I? I'm sorry."

"You're not."

"I'm not," I agree as I nibble on her earlobe.

"Asshole."

"Speaking of assholes," I say, running my hands along her ass. "I would love to have my cock choked by your ass."

"Alex! You're impossible," she breathes, but she rubs that sweet ass all over my groin.

"Am I? How about you?"

"Me?" she asks incredulously. "I'm not asking to pound your asshole."

I grin against her ear. "No, but you've been driving me absolutely insane, parading around the arena in this dress that hugs every single inch of your body. The inches I think about tasting every single second of the day." The dress is too fucking sinful for the workplace, a ribbed sweaterdress that covers her whole body, not a lick of skin showing, but I know what that skin looks like. What it tastes like. She even has boots on, hiding her ankles and feet from me. I want to punish her for driving me crazy, but I'd rather be deep inside her. She sighs as I trace the shell of her ear with my tongue. "I need you, Elliot."

Her breath catches when she presses her ass into my hard cock. I groan against her ear as I pull the sleeve of her dress down over her shoulder before I bite her along the spot between her neck and shoulder, soothing the sting with my tongue once she hisses from behind her teeth. I gather her dress, pulling it up her body to rest at her waist. "I'm here," she whispers, grinding that sweet ass into my cock. "Take me."

I press my hand on her flat stomach, her body anchoring me as I push her panties to the side and dip my fingers into her wet folds. She groans into my neck as I find her nub, stroking her while I angle my face to meet her lips. Elliot kisses me eagerly, her mouth hot against mine. I nibble on her bottom lip, and she opens for me, giving me full access to her sweet mouth. She tastes like strawberries, and I chase that taste with my tongue, thoroughly licking and sampling her mouth. Her tongue plays with mine in a duel of dominance as I stroke her swollen clit with my thumb.

Elliot pants against my mouth, and I catch each one as I continue to work her. She grinds against my hand, her ass rubbing against my throbbing cock as I fight back the need to bury it deep inside her. I want her to come. I need her to fucking come. Her pants, her gasps, and her moans make me wild. Against her ear, I kiss her before I whisper, "I dream of this pussy, mami . I wake up smiling because I dream of touching, sucking, and pounding this sweet cunt of yours."

"Don't stop," she moans, her breath hot against my neck.

"Never."

"Please."

"Come for me. Come all over my fingers, and then I want you to come on my cock."

"Yes," she cries, her face turning into my neck. "Please."

"All that pretty begging is unnecessary. I'm going to make you come—twice, maybe three times," I say confidently. "Hold the door, mami ."

She cries out when I stop, but she does as I say, that delicious ass of hers perked out toward me. I step behind her and grab her by her chin as her back presses to my front. I turn her to guide her gaze to me so she can watch as I suck my fingers that have just been in her pretty pussy. I suck them and then remove them from my lips with a pop. She moans deeply, shaking her head.

"How do I taste?" she asks, her eyes wild and wanton.

"Like perfection," I murmur, sliding my free hand along her ass.

Her eyes darken, her lips parted as she leans into my touch. "I need to come, Alex."

"You will," I chide, giving her a pointed look. "I just wanted to taste you first."

"Then get on your knees."

I chuckle against her jaw. "I don't have much room for that, do I?" Her eyes are challenging, and now I want to make her come even more than I want to bury myself inside her. "Hold the door, Elliot."

She does as I ask, and I find her clit with ease. She bucks against my hand, a soft moan leaving her lips as I trail my other hand along the back of her thigh, then over the inside of said thigh, before I slide two fingers into her slick entrance. She groans low and rough, leaving me biting my lip to keep from groaning myself. I slide my fingers in and out of her as I play with her clit, and I'm met with the deepest, most erotic groan that renders the sound of a puck hitting my glove inferior.

All I ever wanna hear is Elliot making that noise.

"Oh yes. Just like that." She grinds into my hand, fucking herself with my digits and leaving my mouth dry. She's a fucking gift from above, and I want to unwrap her over and over. She reaches behind her, gripping me through my slacks and palming my cock as she falls over the edge, crying out my name.

"That's it, mami . That's it. Fuck, you feel so good," I praise, curling my fingers into her as she squeezes me with her hot pussy.

"I need you. Please. Fuck me," she gasps, looking over her shoulder. "I want your cock."

"It's yours," I tell her, and I can't get my pants down quick enough. When I fill her from behind, we both groan in unison as her pussy squeezes my cock. I kiss her between her shoulder blades, along the back of her neck, before I bite her softly as I thrust up into her. I bring one of my hands up to thread with hers against the door while I hold her hip with my other, and I continue to move so deeply inside her.

"Harder." She throws her head back and cries, "Fuck me harder."

Fucking hell, help me. I grip her hip tighter as I slam into her. I let go of her hand to take her by the ponytail as I pull out and slam back in. I tug her head back so I can capture that naughty mouth of hers with mine. We kiss long and hard, until the door flies open.

Elliot screeches as I still my movements. My gaze falls on my coach, and I quickly cover her pussy with my hand to keep him from seeing what is mine.

Shock fills his face, but then Coach stares at me expectantly. I smile broadly as I say, "Hey there, laddie."

He glares. "Cruz, what are you doing?"

Elliot groans in embarrassment as I shrug. "You know about the birds and the bees, right? Or is it fucking sheep over where you're from?"

"Fucking idgit. Hand me a towel," he snaps, but then he gives me a pointed look. "Not one you've used."

I scoff. "You interrupted me before that happened."

Elliot cries out, covering her face, but I do as he asks. After he snatches the towel, he slams the door, and Elliot begs, "Please tell me that didn't just happen."

"What do you mean?" I jest, and she glares at me. I grin as I pull out a bit, slamming back into her. "Where were we?"

"Alex! Stop."

"You don't mean that," I say as I thrust again. "You're about to come again. I can feel it. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of me."

Her glare only deepens. "We can't."

"Oh, but we can," I say, capturing her bottom lip as her eyes widen. I bite it softly before releasing it and whispering, "I won't be able to sleep tonight without knowing my come is sliding out of this sweet cunt as you walk away from me."

"You're insane."

"You won't clean up, will you? You'll leave it there."

"Never took you for a breeding kink."

"Tell me you don't love it," I whisper against her mouth. "Tell me you don't love my cock covered with your juices?"

She rolls her eyes, biting my bottom lip until it hurts. I don't mind, though. I crave it. She then squeezes her walls around my cock and gives me the sneakiest little smirk. "I can't."

"Because you do," I say, thrusting up into her.

"I do," she whispers. "Fucking hell, I do."

So, I give us both what we want, all while I ignore that flutter in my chest.