Chapter 20

Luca

J ust like the first night in Sydney and almost everywhere I had been over the last few days, she was the first thing I saw. Leaning against her car looking over the ocean, she was the most stunning creature I’d ever seen. Perhaps it was her, my siren of the sea, that summoned me.

“Are you fucking stalking me? Why are you here?” My words came out harsher than I meant, but it was a legitimate question.

“Why are you?” she snapped, the corners of her lips twitching as she gave me a once over, “Nice Spider-Man PJs, by the way. Did you borrow those from the babies or the toddlers?”

Under normal circumstances I’d have enjoyed her sass, but then and there with the weight of the world on my shoulders, I was too pissed.

“There are hundreds of miles of coastline here, Polly. Why come to this spot?”

All humor drained from her face. “To punish myself.”

“What? What do you mean?”

After a deep breath that expanded her chest to even more voluptuous proportions, she winced and nodded toward the house. “Look at this place, Luca. It’s perfect. They are perfect. That house on the beach with the white picket fence, and probably a perfect dog, four perfect babies, and the mum and dad that are so crazy in love the world itself spins just for them.” Turning away from me again, she stabbed her fingers at the home that might never have been had she gotten her way. “They have everything. I have nothing. And sometimes I need a reminder of why.”

“What? So you stalk the beach by their house just to catch a glimpse of their happiness? All to punish yourself? That’s so—.”

“—Pathetic? Creepy? Bunny boiler-ry? It’s okay, Luca. There’s nothing you can say I haven’t said to myself a million times.”

Her self-contempt felt eerily familiar. “I was going to say sad, actually. I think that’s really, really sad.” Looking so damn gorgeous that I wanted to fall at her feet, she glanced up with rosy cheeks, her lips plump and as red as the lollypop she had taunted me with at the beach. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” I mumbled., feeling myself slipping under her spell. “I promised them and myself I would stay away.”

“Why are you then?”

Rubbing my hand over the overgrown hair on the back of my neck, I rocked back and forth on my heels and exhaled through puffed cheeks. “Because some might say the reason I’m here on a beach in Australia and not at home preparing for a new season is equally as pathetic.”

She dried her cheeks with the back of her hand and edged closer. “Not so long ago, before I ruined it all you offered to listen to me. Now it’s my turn. Tell me.”

I dropped my head back, briefly look to the heavens above and repeat, “I’m not supposed to be talking to you.”

“Look at me, Luca.”

For a breath or two I resist, knowing I’m an open book and the fear and uncertainty and want would be there in plain sight the second I did. But then she begged, “Luca, please. Please look at me,” and something inside me snapped.

“If I do, I might cry more than you are. And hockey boys aren’t allowed to cry.”

“Maybe hockey boys aren’t. But hockey men are.”

“Hang on a sec. So, he actually stood up and yelled her name when the priest did the whole, forever hold your peace thing?”

“Yup.”

“And then she kissed your cheek, whispered sorry—.”

“Yup.”

“And then ran?”

“Yup.”

“And now she’s up the duff?”

“Yup—wait. I don’t know what that means.”

Sending my heart into a flutter, Polly giggled and tucked her onyx hair behind her ear. “Preggers. She’s pregnant?”

“Oh. Okay. Yep. She is definitely up the duff. Just found out tonight.”

“And so all of this … minus the baby, which you didn’t know about—” I nodded in confirmation, “—led to a fight with your teammate, surgery, expulsion and deportation.”

“Suspension, thank you very much, and yes. All of that.” To demonstrate the size of my fuckups, I drew a large circle with my hands then dropped them to my side where they hung lifelessly.

“Wow, suddenly, I don’t feel like such a pathetic loser.”

Scoffing, I nudged her with my shoulder, sending her flying from the hood of her car we’d rested against on when I began my tale of woe. I shot out my hand and caught hers, halting her fall, and my ability to breathe. “Why do I feel this way when you touch me?” she whispered, studying where held I her, where her skin, cold and damp, prickled from my touch.

Choked with need my voice broke as I entwined fingers, “I don’t know. But I feel it too.”

“You do?”

“You know I do.”

“Is that why you’re here talking to me when you told them you’d stay away?”

“Addiction is in my blood.” I panted, my heart thundering as her fingers stroked my thumb. “I might have the strength to abstain from booze and drugs, but not you, Princess. You are the poison I can’t resist.”

Her fingers stilled. “I’m easier to quit than you think. Promise.” Rain began to fall as she cupped my face in her palms and traced her thumb along my bottom lip, probing between the two just that little bit. “Just once, Luca. Let’s give in once more. I will if you will.”

“I can’t. I promised.”

“No one has to know.”

Five words.

Five whispered words were all it took, and my fingers were in her hair, and her ass was pressed against the hood of her car. “Fuck it.”

I pulled my hands from her waves, fisted the high neckline that had hidden her flesh from me all night, and ripped—literally ripped—her top neck to stomach. Her stunning tits spilled free, and I gorged myself on her flesh the way I’d dreamed of since that night in her dad’s office. “I’ve never wanted anything way I want you.” With my cock damn near exploding, I forced my leg between her already parting thighs. She bore down, grinding against my knee, chasing any friction she could find. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you, too. Take me, Cowboy. Have me this once.” Her hands slipped between us, brushing over the dusting of hair on my stomach, and dipping below the waistband of my pajamas. I pulled my hips back to give her extra room then swallowed back my groan as she wrapped her chilly fingers around my cock. “Fuck me, please.”

As much as I would have liked to draw things out, to touch and taste every inch of her body, I wasted no time, lining up and fucking into her with a brutal, almost violent, force that should have filled me with shame. But I was too far gone. Wanted her too much.

I braced both hands on the hood, leaned into her as much as I could and fucked her into oblivion. Her smooth, tight wet walls taking every inch of me as the filthy slap of our bodies drove me crazy. “Damn. Fuck, Polly. I knew you’d feel perfect. Knew you were made to take me.”

Bucking beneath me, my bad girl mewled, melted into my praise. I buried my face between her tits, sucked and bit and licked her nipples and gave her more. “Such a good fucking girl. My good fucking girl.”

“Yes,” she cried, and I bit down again. “Yes, tell me I’m good. Tell me I’m yours.” Taking all my weight on one arm, I shifted the other to grip and dug my nails into the fat of her thigh. She groaned, whimpered “Hurt me. Hurt me.”

“I’ll never hurt you, Polly. But I’ll always push you right to the edge.”

“Oh my god, yes.”

She gripped my throat and pulled my lips to hers. A white-hot energy surged between us as we battled for control. Teeth clashed. Tongues brushed. Every whimpering, growling, panting, moan swallowed by the other. She tasted of mint, berries and wine and I was gone—completely addicted. Fuck this being one last time. Fuck the rules. Fuck doing the right thing. In all the times I’d jerked off to thoughts of this very moment nothing could compare. Polly had become my everything, and no matter what anyone said, no matter the cost, I had to make her mine.

That thought alone had me teetering on the edge. I bit my lip and tried to think of anything less sexy than this moment … which was everything—but my brain and body could only focus on one thing: railing Polly.

Scooping my left arm behind her back, I held her against me flipped our positions and bounced her up and down on my cock.

“God, you’re so big, Luca.” she panted, her voice heavy with need, “God, I can feel you everywhere.”

“I feel you too, Princess. I feel your tight, wet cunt clenching around me, and I want it over and over. It’s mine. You’re mine. All of you.”

She stilled, her face contorting from light to dark, that mask sliding back into place.

“I’ll only ruin you like I do everything else.”

I gripped her harder, refusing to let her slip away. “Then ruin me, Polly. Take me and ruin me again and again. There’s nothing I want more.”

“Luca.” Moaning my name in the sweetest, most perfect way any man had ever heard, she ran her hands over the hair on my chest and abs, before raising her hips. With only the very tip of my cock touching her, she slid two fingers around my base, squeezed, and then slammed home.

“Polly, oh my fucking god.” Her grip and the delicious jiggle of her ass on my thighs had me coming so hard I saw stars. Stream after hot stream shot deep within her. Even as I rode out the most intense orgasm of my existence, I was desperate, not only for her do the same, but to prolong the moment. My dick twitched, valiantly giving its best while I forced her down, gripped her harder, dug my nails into her flesh, needing her to wear my mark as I gave one final, determined thrust.

The stars aligned as she fell apart atop me, her legs shaking, her pussy clenching, her head collapsing onto my shoulder on a breathless, spent. “Yours.”

Knowing everything was against us, I wrapped my arms around her, held her close and whispered. “All mine.”