I spear her with my tongue, and she pulls harder on my hair, rocking into my face.
Fuck yes.
“Axel!”
When she’s finished coming on my tongue, I feel like a fucking superhero. But it’s not enough. She’s woken some primal part of me.
“Want it again,” I growl against the spread of her sex, lapping at her as her heels scrabble against my back.
“Need you… Up. Please.”
She pulls at my hair in that way, and I climb over her, sliding my arm under her back. I hoist her up the bed, groaning as we kiss, deep and hard. Our mouths clash, tongues sliding together. She clings and writhes beneath me.
We shed the rest of our clothes, frantic and greedy. I get the condom. And then I’m sinking full-length into all that tight, wet heat. Her lips part as she sucks a breath.
She nods, lust blazing in her eyes. “Again.”
Hell, yes.
I oblige, drawing back and then driving in. And yeah, my girl likes it. So, I do it again and again, tipping her hips and adjusting my angle to give her more. To give her everything.
Her body is heaven, the sounds of her pleasure multiplying my own. When she’s at the edge, begging me to take her over, I lean close to her ear.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, so many times, you won’t even think about leaving my bed tonight.” And if I get my way, which I’m pretty fucking good at getting, any night before she leaves for Paris.
Chapter 17
Nora
“Is this how you plan… to get your way… Oh God, oh God, oh God… about everything?” I gasp a week later as Axel teases me beneath the spray of five showerheads.
It’s early and Otto’s been sleeping later, so I didn’t resist when Axel pulled me in with him, promising a quick shower before morning skate.
Only now I’m on the edge of the marble bench, back bowed and legs spread around the impossibly wide shoulders between them.
“Just say it.” He nuzzles that throbbing bundle of nerves, a smug smile on his face. The hot water has nothing on this man’s scorching mouth. “Or don’t. I can stay here all day.”
Of that, I have no doubt. He’s insatiable. And I’m not even sure why I’m holding out. Something about emotional lines and playing things safe maybe? Trying to be smart?
It’s all a blur.
The fingers pumping deep and slow inside me vee and twist, adding a new pressure and sensation. Amping up the need.
I’m so close. Right there. The tension in my belly so sweetly intense, it’s nearly unbearable.
“Give me what I want.” He circles with the tip of his tongue. Once, twice, three times, until— “So fucking stubborn… Love it.”
And I love whatever that thing is he’s doing. Oh! “Just… don’t… stop… Axel!”
His chuckle is low and seductive. “Give. It.”
I need to come so bad. Before this week, I didn’t even know it was possible to need like this, but now? “Yes! Yes, I’ll be your six-week girlfriend.”
I’m laughing even as I beg at the brink of insanity.
“And?” He works a third finger in, and I’m there.
Desperate, I give up the last concession in a rush of breath. “And I agree to ‘obnoxious degrees of PDA’ in front of your friends.”
“Starting tonight.”
“Yes, yes, yes… anything! Starting tonight.” Wait, what?
Except I don’t care about that last bit he threw in when my defenses were down, because his mouth covers my clit, and he sucks. And I’m tumbling over the edge into a violent freefall of pleasure so brutally intense I don’t know how I’ll ever recover. How the world hasn’t come apart with me. The universe.
But then, Axel’s gathering me up in his arms, kissing me whole again. Holding me together as he growls against my ear. “One more like that and then I’ve got to go.”
I slide my knee up his hip as he presses me against the shower wall, and I pull him into me with a desperation I can’t account for. I need him. “Please.”
Nora
One more became two, and by the time Axel left, I not only agreed to a babysitter from the agency so I could go to the game, but also sitting with the WAGs. I didn’t realize that stood for Wives and Girlfriends until I was ushered into the private seating and given a badge that identified me as Axel’s.
There was a brief moment of panic, but then Cammy Wesley and Natalie Vassar were waving me over with welcoming grins and the promise of cocktails.
I’d met a handful of the women when they came by the apartment to meet Otto, and the ones I hadn’t were friendly.
Everyone wants the details about how Axel and I got together. George wants to know if he calls me Fun Wrecker in bed, but I’ve never been to a game like this, and I can’t pay much attention to anything but the arena and the guys warming up on the ice below.
I’m still not entirely comfortable with the fact that I’m sleeping with my boss and best friend, and I’m a little worried they might ask about it.
Axel’s easy justification is that I’m allowed to have a personal life in my off-hours, blurred as those might be. And when he asked me if I wanted to stop what we were doing, I didn’t hesitate. My answer was a hard, immediate no.
And his response to that was a guttural, “Thank God,” followed by taking me against the refrigerator.
I know he’s right, but it’s a little weird to think about having to explain it to people I don’t know very well. But not one person brings it up, and soon I’m relaxing into the night.
“You know much about hockey?” Natalie asks, coming to stand by me at the glass.
“I’ve been watching the games with Otto, and Axel explained a few things. So, the basics?”
Her eyes light up. “Don’t worry. We’ve got you covered.” Then she nods past me. “George, get over here. Class is in session.”
George slides over, piles of curls bouncing around her face. “Do you know how to skate? The best way to learn about hockey is to play it…”
By the end of the first period, I’m pretty sure I’m going to be deaf in both ears. I’m reeling from the amount of hockey knowledge bestowed upon me. And I have to pee. When I come back, the girls are engaged in a heated argument about a bad call.
Cammy pulls me over to the bar, blue eyes sparkling as brightly as the rock on her finger. “They’re talking about a bad call from a 12U girls game last week. Sit by me while they rehash every pass and shot.”
George’s hand flies up as she shouts, “Bullshit!”
I take a startled step back toward the bar. Then turn to Cammy. “I’m thinking it’s a good thing this NHL girlfriend thing is a temporary gig. Not sure I’ve got the fire to fit in long-term.”
She shakes her head, taking a sip of her drink. “Nonsense. Those girls are nuts— in an awesome way, but still nuts —about hockey. They played together in college, and Nat coaches. George helps out when she isn’t playing herself. But most of us don’t live and breathe it to that extent.”