Chapter 13 In a Minute, Buddy Matt

Chapter 13

In a Minute, Buddy

Matt

Hailey spreads herself out on my bed, and I turn away for a minute just to calm down. I make myself busy kicking away my underwear and finding a condom in the nightstand. I open the packet and roll it down over my aching cock.

I damn near lost it when she was giving me head. Every time she lifts those trusting blue eyes, I get a little more turned on. Her gaze gets a little hotter every time I issue a command. Hailey wants me in spite of her nerves. And I can sense that she likes it a little dirty but that the urge confuses her.

Good thing her coach understands.

I turn back to see her lying there, watching me with a heated gaze. As I move toward the bed, she shifts her hips and sighs.

God. The sight makes me crazy. I’m eager to please her and a little nervous to have sex for the first time since my marriage ended. But I don’t let her know it.

“Warm-ups aren’t quite done,” I say lightly. “Put your hands on your breasts.”

She blinks.

“Right now,” I order, putting a knee on the end of the bed. “Touch them.”

She raises her hands and cradles her breasts in her hands, cupping their fullness. The sensation makes her sigh again, and my balls tighten at the sound.

Easy , I tell my dick. Hailey isn’t the only one who needs firm guidance right now.

“Tease your nipples,” I growl.

She does as I ask, arching her neck and closing her eyes. Her cheeks are stained pink, and I have to wonder if she’s ever touched herself in front of a man before. And now I feel like pressing the issue.

“Hailey.” Her eyelids fly open. I kneel at her feet and nudge her ankles apart a few inches. My mouth waters at the sight of her wet pussy. “Touch yourself for me.”

Her hands grow still on her breasts.

“You heard me.” I reach up and take her hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. Then I place it gently on her mound. “Show me where you want my mouth.”

Her breath catches, and she clenches her thighs.

“Show me,” I coax. “It’s okay, you pretty thing. Touch yourself for me.”

She swallows, and finally her fingers trace the pretty little triangle of hair between her legs. She eases her thighs apart, and then her fingertips dip down to slide over her clit. Then she checks my face for approval.

I approve, all right. In fact, I can’t wait any longer. Leaning down on my forearms, I kiss the back of the hand that’s slowly stroking her clit. The scent of her arousal tightens my balls again. Jesus. I nudge her hand aside with my nose and lick up the center of her.

Her moan is a sob. I take her thighs in both hands and deepen my kiss. My tongue slides without effort. She’s so wet and ready that my dick leaks in sympathy. In a minute, buddy. I’m busy here. Hailey gasps, arching off the bed, pressing her core closer to me, riding my tongue. It’s so hot that I break out in a sweat across my back.

A minute or two later, and she’s close already. “Oh no, you don’t,” I chide, moving my kisses to the inside of her thigh. “Not without me.” Her legs try to catch me and hold me close, but I press her hips down into the bed. “Don’t get ahead of the coach,” I warn, just to keep things light. But I’m dying for it. I kneel between her legs and wrap my hand around my shaft. Our eyes lock, and the fog is gone from hers. There’s just desire there. It’s beautiful.

The anticipation is so sweet that I drag it out one beautiful moment longer. If anyone knows how fleeting intimacy is, it’s me.

“You are so fucking beautiful, Hailey,” I say as I drag the head of my cock through her soft wetness. “This is perfect.” Then I lean down and give her a quick kiss as I push myself inside.

She moans as I fill her. I press back up again onto my hands so I can watch. Maybe hockey players make shitty husbands, but I’m a great lover. I take a deep breath to keep control of my eager body. Then I give her a nice slow thrust. Hailey squeezes her eyes closed with pleasure.

“Look at me, baby doll. The way I’m looking at you.”

Her eyes open again, and she smiles up at me. All her nerves are finally gone.

“I love this,” I promise. I capture one of her silky legs under my arm and pick up the pace. “You feel like heaven, and you look like an angel all splayed out on my bed. You like my cock, don’t you.”

It isn’t a question, but I get an answer anyway. “Yes,” she gasps as her back arches toward me again. Her fingers reach out to grip the comforter as I pick up the pace.

“Come on my cock,” I urge her. “Want to feel you.”

Her hands lift to my chest, and the slip of her fingertips over my heated flesh feels amazing. “I can’t come during sex,” she whispers. “But I still love it.”

Seriously? I slow it down a notch and admire her gorgeous body beneath me. “How do you want to come then? You want my mouth again?”

“Don’t need to,” she says. “It’s all good.”

No way. I mean, some women aren’t able to get there. It’s just that I don’t think Hailey is one of them. “Okay,” I say, because I don’t want to pressure her. Then I pull out. “Coach wants you to roll over.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, but her hesitation only lasts a fraction of a second. And when she turns, I groan at the sight of that killer tattoo all over her back.

“You hot thing.” I lean down and taste the smooth skin of her shoulder. Then I lift her hips and slide inside again. My mouth is right at her ear now. “You make me crazy,” I murmur.

She lets out a happy sigh.

I slip a hand beneath her, right between her legs. “You taste so good right here,” I say as she grinds down on my hand. I give her a nice dragging pace until her breath hitches. “You like that, don’t you? Tell me.”

“Yes,” she gasps.

“Ride my hand, honey. I need to come.”

She fucks herself backward onto my cock, and I have to grit my teeth as my balls tighten.

“Oh,” she pants, and the note of desperation in her voice is beautiful.

I recite the first verse of the Canadian national anthem in my head to distract myself.

“Maaaaatt,” she chokes out, sounding surprised. And then I feel it—the first sweet pulse of victory. She moans and I curse as my control falls to pieces. I give it to her fast now, my body shaking with eagerness. I wrap my arms around her body and shudder as I pour myself out in several energetic bursts.

My mind goes absolutely quiet then. We lie there, recovering our breath. I roll Hailey over and cuddle her, my eyes falling closed. I’m supposed to be napping anyway. “I thought you said you never come during sex,” I slur sleepily.

“Seriously?” Her voice is teasing, with a hint of awe, as she kisses my shoulder. “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who has to fish for compliments after sex.”

I open my eyes and smile at her, because she totally called me on my bullshit right there. But then the smiles slide off both our faces, and we’re left looking deeply into each other’s eyes. A different kind of warmth spreads inside my chest.

“Everyone needs a compliment now and then,” I point out quietly.

She tucks her cheek against my shoulder and sighs. “Well, I’m pretty sure I just paid you a big one. Talking about sex isn’t my strong suit. But everything about today has been amazing.”

I stroke her hair, and she leans into my hand. I only had sex in mind when I sought her out today. But the peacefulness of this moment is just as rare, and it’s just as sweet. I’m getting something I didn’t even know I needed.

“Question,” Hailey whispers after a while.

“Mmh?”

“Do you always hum ‘O Canada’ while you have sex?”

I let out a very unsexy snort, and she giggles. “No. That was special. Only for you.”

“I’m honored.”

“Tonight when I’m singing it again from center ice, I’ll think of you.”

“Wait!” She sits up suddenly. “It’s game night? Holy crap. I forgot. Get up! You have to beat Dallas! I think you guys can win this one, especially if Coach Hal doesn’t monkey with the defensive pairings.”

I grin into the pillow. “It’s nap time, Hottie. Simmer down.”

“No. Now I’m all distracted,” she says, poking me in the ribs. “Who’s starting?”

I grab her, roll, and pull her onto my chest. “I don’t know. You want to come to the game?”

“Am I breathing?”

We cuddle for another minute until my sex-fogged brain realizes there’s a problem with the invitation I just extended. “Actually…I gave my seats away to a charity. The dog rescue program.”

“Dogs? Where’s Rufus anyway?” Hailey lifts her head off my chest. “Is he hiding somewhere from all the sex noises?”

“I took him to the doggy ranch before I went to find you.”

“Oh. How did you find me?”

“Jenny. She was more than happy to send me to the coffee shop in search of you.” I run my hand through her soft hair. I’ll have to thank Jenny. I owe her one. “Anyway, I give most of my tickets to charity. They auction off the seats for big money.”

“I’ll bet,” Hailey says enviously. “Those seats are virtually priceless. It’s okay. I’ll watch you on TV.”

“You can still come,” I clarify. “But you’ll have to watch from the WAGs box.”

She gapes at me. “As in the private box for wives and girlfriends ?”

I chuckle, wondering if this is a terrible idea. But Hottie is the greatest, and I want to do something nice for her. “If you’re cool with it, I can ask the box office to put a pass together for you. But you’ll have to come alone. Shall I do that?”

She’s quiet for a second. “I’m always up for watching the game, Snipes. I don’t care where. But of course I’d love to see it live. That just goes without saying.”

I give her a squeeze. It’s been a long time since I held anyone, and I’m enjoying it immensely. “I’ll get you that pass. Game starts at eight. I need to catch an hour of sleep though. Lie down.”

She sighs. “I can’t. If I’m going to the game tonight, I have to finish up everything else first.”

“Your loss,” I say, trailing my fingers across her lower back. “I’m a good napping partner.”

She leans down and kisses my shoulder. “I’ll bet.”

I get one more kiss and then let her go. Catch-and-release style. “You okay?”

“Peachy.”

“Not nervous?” I ask, just because I’m feeling cocky.

“Stop,” she says, grinning over her shoulder at me. “Unless you need your ego stroked along with your…”

I laugh again. “Good workout today, recruit. Keep up the good work. Practice makes perfect.”

She gives me an eye roll and then scoops her panties off the floor. I watch her get dressed with hungry eyes.

“I didn’t plan this well. Would rather have gotten you into my bed when you didn’t have to get out of it right away.”

“You are very sweet.” She seems to be making a hasty getaway though.

“Sure wish you could come back over tonight. But I won’t get home until midnight, and we’re leaving for the airport at five tomorrow morning.”

“Ouch.” Hailey buttons her blouse. “Beat Dallas, okay?”

This girl kills me. “I’ll do my very best,” I vow.